What had started as a pleasure trip for two friends was now turning into a nightmare. I couldn't figure out how we had gotten into that situation. All I know is that everything started to go wrong when we began our trip back to Spain after 15 days on the idyllic beaches of Thailand. When we went through security at the Bangkok airport, several guards approached Sandra after one of them alerted them, and when they asked her if she was traveling alone, she told them she was with her friend Leyre. At that moment, two other guards approached me and took us in a van to the building where we are now.

Sandra and I looked at each other, still in shock, not knowing what to do.

“I won't repeat myself. Take off your clothes now,” said the guard, this time in an angry tone and frowning.

We undressed under the watchful gaze of the three guards in the room, put our clothes in the bag, and hugged each other in an attempt to protect our privacy from the lewd stares of those guards.

One of them approached us, took the bag with our clothes, and left the room. Sandra and I remained hugging each other, frightened, while the two men who had stayed in the room remained impassive. A few minutes later, the guard who had taken our clothes returned with another guard.

“Good morning.”

The guard who had just arrived spoke some Spanish.

“What are your names?” he asked us.

“I'm Sandra and she's Leyre.” Sandra answered for both of us, as I was unable to speak.

“Very well, Sandra and Leyre, you know why you are being detained, right?”

“No, sir, we don't know, and we want a lawyer to accompany us and our clothes returned.”

“We give the orders here. No lawyer is coming, and we're not bringing you your clothes. The crime of drug trafficking is serious enough that you'll spend the rest of your lives in prison.”

When I heard those words, I began to cry inconsolably while Sandra tried to reason with the guards.

We have never trafficked drugs; there is some confusion here.

Everyone we arrest always says the same thing, but the drugs found are irrefutable evidence. Now, please face that wall with your hands stretched out and resting on the wall and your legs apart. We are going to check that you are not carrying any more drugs inside you.

Both Sandra and I did as the guard instructed and watched as another guard put on latex gloves to search us.

He started with me, touching my entire body from head to toe, leaving no part untouched, and then did the same with Sandra. The situation was utterly humiliating. He was groping us while the other three guards watched every detail.

He then asked us to turn around and put our hands behind our heads, which we did, and he made me squat down, spreading my legs wide, then inserted his fingers one after the other into my vagina to check that I was not carrying any substances. When it was Sandra's turn, they didn't have to tell her anything because she was adopting the same positions she had seen me do.

Then they put us on all fours with our asses in the air, and the guard ruthlessly inserted his fingers into my anus. I screamed in pain because it was the first time I had ever been penetrated in the ass. I could see Sandra's face when it was her turn. Without a doubt, it was also the first time anyone had ever penetrated her beautiful ass, and her screams were even louder than mine.

When they finished, I hugged Sandra, and at that moment, I was the one trying to comfort her after what she had just experienced.

A new guard entered the room with several pairs of handcuffs and came towards me. He handcuffed my hands in front of my body so that I could at least cover my private parts a little. He then did the same with Sandra and took the last pair of handcuffs and placed them on my left ankle and Sandra's right ankle.

We left the room, behind two of the guards, with the other three following behind us. The handcuffs they had put on our ankles had almost no chain, which made it very difficult to walk, as Sandra and I had to move our feet at the same pace in order to move forward. We passed through a room where there were several more guards who took the opportunity to look us up and down. We both walked with our heads down, trying to hide our embarrassment as best we could. One of the guards opened a door leading to a corridor with four doors on either side, each with a barred window. They were clearly cells. As we passed the first ones, we could see that there were several girls inside. We stopped at the third door on the left, they put us inside, and luckily they removed our handcuffs.

When we were left alone, we began to cry inconsolably while caressing each other affectionately and trying to comfort each other.

“Sandra, tell me the truth. Did you have anything in your luggage?”

“No, Leyre, I didn't have anything. I don't know why they're doing this to us.”

We hugged each other and cried. I screamed, “I don't want to spend the rest of my life locked up here!”

After a few hours, a guard opened the door and left a tray with two bowls of something resembling soup. We drank it because we hadn't eaten all day, and from a small hole in the cell, we knew it was already nighttime. The disgusting broth made me want to vomit, and I couldn't finish it.

“This is disgusting.”

“Drink it, Leyre, we don't know if they'll feed us tomorrow...”

“No, I won't drink any more.”

I got up from the mattress and went over to the hole in the floor, squatted down, and urinated. It had never crossed my mind that I would have to urinate in such unsanitary conditions.

“We only have one mattress, Sandra, did you notice?”

“Yes, I noticed. We'll have to sleep close together,” said Sandra.

We lay down on the mattress, and it was too narrow for both of us, so we snuggled up close together. Despite having to spend the night in such an uncomfortable position, I felt a very pleasant sensation when my breasts came into contact with Sandra's. Feeling her erect nipples against my skin for a few moments made me forget the humiliating situation we were in. I began to caress Sandra's leg with my foot and saw that she responded with a slight tickling sensation with her hands on my back.

Neither of us slept in those conditions, and when the guards began to wake us up, I estimated that it couldn't be more than six in the morning because it was still dark.

They made us leave the cell, where there were eight other girls, all of them naked like us. I noticed that we were the only Europeans there; the rest all had Asian features and were probably nationals.

They began to walk in pairs, and we did the same. I was surprised that they didn't handcuff us. We passed in front of the room where the guards were and ended up in a courtyard with two-meter-high walls. There, we lined up one behind the other, and they began to spray us with water from a hose. Each girl began to rub the body of her cellmate, and when Sandra saw this, she began to do the same to me. The water was very cold, and all I could think about was that if this was the daily shower in winter, I would freeze to death. After a few minutes, the guard shouted a word that neither Sandra nor I understood, and we saw the rest of the girls change and begin to rub their cellmates' bodies. At that moment, I began to rub Sandra's body. When Sandra touched me, I felt great pleasure, but caressing her body also gave me a pleasant tingling sensation all over my body, and if it hadn't been for the situation, I think I would have kissed her.

“Me too, Leyre. This is degrading.”

Mid-morning, the guards came for Sandra and me, handcuffed us, and took us to a van. We didn't know where they were taking us, but we both feared it was to a worse place.

After more than an hour's drive, the van stopped. When we got out, we were in front of a building that was undoubtedly a prison. They took us out of the van and put us in a room where they took photos of us from the front, from behind, and from the side, first Sandra and then me. Then they removed our handcuffs and took the same photos again. There were four guards in the room, all watching us closely. Once the photos were taken, they took us to an adjoining room where we were met by a man in a white coat in what was undoubtedly the prison's medical room. They weighed us, measured us, and gave us a complete examination. It was the second time they had given us a thorough vaginal and anal examination, and our screams must have been heard throughout the prison.

After finishing the tour, we crossed through different rooms until we reached the cell area. The cells were closed off by bars, so all the prisoners could see us as we walked by and shouted at us, although Sandra and I couldn't understand what they were saying. Finally, they opened one of the cells and put us both inside. There were four other girls in that cell and only two mattresses. It was very crowded, and I was already beginning to miss the cell where we had been kept until then.

The girls were sitting on the floor and looked at us with frowns, as if they felt invaded by strangers. Sandra said good morning in English, but none of them answered.

“I don't think any of them understand us, Sandra,” I said.

“It seems so. They're all locals and only speak their native language.”

We both nodded our heads in greeting and sat down on the floor as well.

I bent my knees, lowered my head onto them, and began to cry. I couldn't accept that this was our fate for the rest of our lives. Immediately, one of the girls in the cell, seeing me cry, came over to me and began to caress me, trying to comfort me. In the two days we had been imprisoned, I had begun to feel something every time a woman caressed my body.

“Lee,” said the girl, pointing to herself and indicating that that was her name.

“Leyre,” I said, making the same gesture and then pointing to Sandra and saying, “Sandra.”

We spent the rest of the day without leaving the cell, where they brought us food and drink twice. The food was as bad as the day before, and when they turned off the lights to signal that it was time to sleep, I lay down on a mattress and ended up right between Sandra and Lee. It seemed that Lee didn't understand the language of the other three girls either, which is why she immediately joined Sandra and me. The three of us were very cramped because the mattress wasn't very big, and since I was in the middle, my breasts were in contact with Sandra's, and I could feel Lee's nipples on my back. Under those conditions, it was going to be difficult to fall asleep, especially when Lee put his arm around me and started touching my butt at first and then moved on to my private area. I didn't know what to do, but it turned me on a lot.

- Sandra whispered

- What's wrong, Leyre?

- Lee is touching me. What should I do?

- Well, if you like it, let him.

And of course I liked it, so as Lee searched for my vagina and began to insert a finger, I started touching Sandra's breasts, and she let me.

Sandra threw herself on me, kissing me passionately, and Lee began to stroke my clitoris continuously until I couldn't take it anymore and started screaming until I had an orgasm. The noise caused the guards to turn on the light and open the door to our cell and take Lee, Sandra, and me out, while the rest of the condemned women looked at us, as they had all been awakened.

They led us to the courtyard and once there, they took us to the back of the building where there were several cages. They opened one of them and one of the guards gestured for us to go in. Lee quickly got in, and the guard gestured again. I looked at Sandra in surprise because Lee was already very cramped in that cage and couldn't even stand up to let another person in.

The guard made the same gesture again while growling, so I took a step forward and squeezed myself into the cage as best I could. The guard then gestured to Sandra to get in too, and as she tried to enter, the guards began pushing her so they could close the door. We were in a situation where none of us could move. I had Lee's chest pressed against my face, my back pressed against the bars at the top of the cell, and Sandra leaning on my backside. Lee, who had entered first, was more or less sitting with her breasts on top of me, and poor Sandra had my backside practically in her face and her hands clasped on my thighs.

When the guards left, I said to Sandra.

“We won't last long like this. Either they get us out soon, or I'm going to have a breakdown.”

- How long have you been locked up? When are they going to get us out of here?

- I've been in this prison for almost 15 years.

- What are you saying? I said, looking scared.

- Leyre, all of us girls in this prison are here for drug trafficking and we will never be free again. The first few years are difficult, but after 4-5 years you get used to it and things become more bearable.

I started crying bitterly. At 28 years old, I couldn't believe I would never get out of that prison, even though I had the example of Lee, who had been locked up since she was 16.

“And from here? When are they going to get us out? I can't take this position anymore, and I have Leyre's butt in my face...”

- They'll keep us here for a week to serve our punishment for what we did in the cell. It's hard, especially the first time, as in your case. You can hardly sleep, you have to do everything on top of yourself, and if that's not enough, on the weekend, to humiliate us a little more, they put the cage on a pickup truck and take us for a ride around town so that everyone can come out and insult us.

“Don't say that,” I said as tears fell from my eyes.

“Don't worry, Leyre, you have Sandra and me,” said Lee as he began to move his hand, searching for my nipples.

“This time, Leyre's clitoris is for you, Sandra, since you're closer to her,” and they both began to tease me from the unlikely positions we were in.

Stop or I'll moan again, and that will only complicate things even more, but Lee and Sandra continued until I couldn't take it anymore.

Luckily, no one in the building heard us, and no one came to the cage where we were.

Hours passed, and I couldn't take it anymore when dawn began to break.

“I haven't slept at all,” I told Sandra and Lee.

- None of us have done it, Leyre. Part of the punishment is putting us in cages with no space so that we can't sleep for the duration of the punishment.

- But how am I going to stay like this for seven days? I already can't feel parts of my body.

- You'll get used to it, Leyre, you'll see.

- I also need to go to the bathroom.

Lee laughed and said, “You can do it here. I don't think you'll last seven days.”

“Well, I can't hold it any longer. I'm sorry if I splash you...” Sandra was spared because she was behind me, but I didn't want to think about what would happen when I had to do my other business. Lee got splashed quite a bit, but she looked at me with a smile.

“How many times have you been punished in these cages, Lee?”

I couldn't believe she was smiling in the situation we were in.

- I don't know, Leyre, I lost count, but enough times to be used to everything we're going to go through in the next seven days. I'm warning you, in a couple of hours when the sun starts to heat up and burn us, you'll see how hot the bars get.

My back was pressed against the bars, and what Lee said began to scare me.

“I'm sorry, girls, I can't hold it anymore,” said Sandra, and immediately began to urinate as if there were no tomorrow.

I couldn't believe it. I was on a spectacular vacation, and now I found myself in a cage, naked, urinated on, completely humiliated, and for the rest of my life.

The sun was starting to heat up, and it was unbearable. The bars were burning hot, and the three of us were looking for a position where we could rest a little.

I was surprised that Lee, despite everything, was still playful, always trying to stick a finger inside Sandra or me with her hands.

They only brought us food once during the whole day. At the end of the day, between the urine, the sweat from being in the sun all day, the feeling of dirtiness, and the smell, it was nauseating.

The situation was unsustainable. Three days had passed, and we were only receiving food once a day and a strong hose down first thing in the morning in lieu of a shower. However, that day, a truck arrived, and Lee informed us,

“Today, they are going to take us on a tour of the town. They will put us in the truck, and people will come out to see us, insult us, and humiliate us.”

And so I went. They loaded the cage onto the truck with the crane, and it left the prison. After five minutes, we entered the streets of that city, and the truck began to honk its horn insistently. People hurried out of their houses and began to insult us, throwing buckets of water, eggs, and anything else they had at hand.

After more than half an hour driving through the streets, the truck stopped in a square where a large crowd had gathered and where there was a small stage.

“Now we'll be put on display on that stage,” said Lee. They'll tie a rope around our wrists and keep us like that all day, but at least we'll be able to stretch our legs, and after that our punishment will be over and they'll take us back to our cell.

Just as Lee said, they opened the cage door and had to drag Sandra out, as she was unable to move after spending so many days in the same position. Then it was my turn, and finally Lee's. The guards had to carry our bodies, as all three of us were completely paralyzed. They tied our wrists with ropes and attached them to an iron bar that had been placed about two meters above the stage. They tightened the ropes until our arms were completely stretched out and we were standing on tiptoes. I couldn't feel my body and didn't know how I would hold out in that position. At that moment, they hosed us down again to clean off all the dirt that people had thrown at us, and from that moment on, people began to climb onto the stage, and for hours we were touched and insulted by hundreds of people, both women and men.

I didn't know what other humiliations we were going to suffer. We had been unjustly imprisoned for about ten days and had suffered all kinds of punishments and humiliations. Just thinking that we might never get out of there made me sink into despair. I almost didn't care anymore that people could see me naked; I had lost all dignity.