Martha's Prison Adventures
Chapter 3
The next morning Big Bad was awakened by a piercing scream that nearly
punctured her left eardrum. As she would discover to her dismay, this was the
way her new roomie announced the start of each day. Since she had no idea what
happened the previous day, and therefore had no idea who this large black woman
was that was clutching her naked body, she would let out a shriek that woke
those within two hundred feet of Bad's cell.
It took but a moment and a few swift slaps to the unfortunate blonde's
head to calm her down to the point that Bad could instruct her on her morning
duties. Martha never failed to comply with the terse directions she received. "
Get that pussy.... Make that pussy drip..... Suck that dripping cunt slime down,
it's good for you girl...Oh my, where did you learn that little trick?.....Oh
lord, oh lord, I'm keeping you with me forever!"
When it came to going down on a pussy Martha Manners was hard wired.
Those synaptic paths had been burned in deep from years of hard work and
dedication to her art. Even the juice that the guards had pumped through her
brain hour after hour failed to impair that almost inbred talent she possessed.
So, outside of the eerie morning wakeup cry, Bad was delighted with her hot new
pussy slave.
The same could not be said for the inmates in Bad's cell block. It was
common knowlege that one did not want to get on the wrong side of Bad, but this
early wake-up call was not acceptable to the rank and file. In a gesture of good
will, and because she was tired of having this siren going off in her cell every
morning, Bad would securely tie up and gag her little buddy before tucking her
well fucked body in for the night.
Word about Martha's memory problem got around the prison once Bad made
the mistake of sharing this information with a few of her trusted lieutenants.
Although Big Bad ruled the roost, some members of the coop were always on the
look out for a way to get back at the black amazon for some real or imagined
slight. Martha was the obvious conduit to get back at Bad. The trick was to do
something to her that would not be readily apparent to her mistress. If that
were possible than by morning all memory of it would have been automatically
erased. In truth Martha was the original tabula rasa.
Every afternoon starting at half past three, Bad made her rounds to
collect tribute and gossip. About once every week, small groups of inmates would
visit Martha and take her to a preselected spot guaranteed to be free of prying
eyes. There they would rearrange her internal organs with large foreign objects,
force her to consume huge quantities of fresh and aged piss and pound her bare
body with broomsticks wrapped in burlap or wet towels filled with oranges or
whatever heavy fruit was available from the kitchen. Knowing that Bad considered
Martha's mouth and tongue to be treasures beyond compare, they were reluctant to
harm those pleasure instruments for fear that Bad would figure out what was
happening and retaliate in a way that might cause a few of the ladies to cease
breathing.
The reason they could do this with impunity was because Martha Manners
was also suffering collateral damage to the rest of her personality. Her
submissive side was gradually replacing those dominant traits that had aided her
climb to the top of her profession. She was no longer the fearless warrior that
in her heyday took on all comers and cummers. She now responded to threats of
violence on her person. When told to keep her mouth shut, she did. Naturally she
also did what Bad wanted her to do, but that always meant her mouth was open, a
good way to balance the pressures and tugging from both sides.
Meanwhile the honorable Judge Judith Longwell was cutting a swath
through the male poulation she encountered within her court and outside. She had
a weakness for large, dominant males of all colors, a residue from her college
days when she was serving as the fuck pig for various fraternity keg parties
which always attracted a large number of student-athletes, with the accent on
athletes. As was the case even in her day, a great majority of these athletes
were men of color, mostly shades of tan to black. They also possessed impressive
lengths of cock which she happily accommodated in her ever hungry cunt and
mouth, not to mention her backdoor, which was always open to the right piece of
hard meat.
Once out and about in her career as a junior law clerk and on up to the
top as a trial judge, she was always on the lookout for black guys with big,
hard cocks. In her circles they were few and far between. Those she did bed were
usually hit and run artists. She loved the former, but hated the latter trait.
When she finally reached the bench she realized that there was an ocean of black
meat at her beck and call if she played it right.
It is an unfortunate fact that blacks make up a disproportionately large
fraction of the criminal population. On a more positive note, blacks also make
up a good-sized fraction of most professional sports and are compensated
accordingly. Judith had worked one side of that equation while in college; now
it made sense to work the other side of the street.
In her orderly fashion she set up rules to determine whether a candidate
was suitable for her home study program. After a shaky beginning due to her
inexperience, she settled down to "interviewing" approximately one candidate
every other month. Of these, roughly one half met her exacting standards. After
nearly ten years on the bench Judge Judith Longwell had a stable of black studs
stashed in three prisons all no more than a three hour flight from her home.
Part of the deal she offered these bedroom athletes was a high
probability of early release from prison provided they behaved themselves except
when she was at their mercy. Currently there were fourteen graduates of the
Judge Judith program, and an equal number still matriculating at the various
extensions of Longwell University.
The jurist had just returned from giving one of her star pupils,
Abdullah Jefferson, a lengthy examination at an off site location. Thanks to the
good offices of Warden Allen, a firm believer in the basic goodness of man,
provided he was under proper supervision, the prisoner had been paroled into her
care for a weekend at a local adult motel. They registered under assumed names
and for the next forty plus hours he had fucked her raw.
This armed robber and mugger had a cock that she herself had measured to
be ten and one half inches. It looked as thick as her wrist and had a head
nearly the size of a squash ball, something Judith was familiar with. To make
things more interesting she had hinted on the way over that she might be unable
to shorten his sentence as much as he had bargained for. Once they were safely
ensconced in the motel room she allowed him to handcuff her to the big bed once
she had stripped naked.
As she had hoped, Abdullah was not in a good mood and he proceeded to
take out his anger on her helpless and very vulnerable body. His cock made a
great gag and she nearly choked to death on the huge prong as it punched deep
down her throat while he tried to pull the hair from her head. Judith loved
these moments when it appeared as if she was at death's door.
Never one to take chances, their activities were being fed directly
into Warden Allen's office where it provided him and his associates a great deal
of entertainment. They,in turn, were connected by cell phone to a police cruiser
located around the block from the motel. The cruisers would rotate every three
hours until the little tryst between the judge and his prisoner was concluded.
Once Mr. Jefferson calmed down a little, he sank most of his ten and a
fraction inches into her juicing twat and proceeded to stretch her to the
maximum while she moaned and begged him to do her harder. Finally, like a porn
star, he pulled his twitching cock with a loud pop from her greedy cunt and
blasted a month's worth of hot nut butter into the good woman's patrician face.
The guys at the prison gave this performace a round of applause. He was just
getting warmed up.
Judith remembered that for the next hour she had tossed his salad,
licking every square inch of his asshole, suctioning it to puckered perfection,
then moving up the crack and out over his tight buttocks, before diving down to
that supersensitive region between his balls and asshole. She lovingly sucked
his large testicles and covered them with a thick coating of saliva. All this
effort paid a big dividend and once more his huge member plumbed and pummeled
the good judge until she was breathless. This time he flooded her sodden cunt
with little wigglers, hoping no doubt that one of them might make it to the
promised land and knock the bitch up.
When she asked for more of the same, he put her off. When she started to
bug him he jammed her panties into her mouth and warned her that he'd put
something worse in there if she spit them out. Abdullah stretched out beside her
and turned on the closed circuit system to check out the porn. Having been with
her on more than a few occasions he knew what her tastes ran to, and so within
ten minutes they were watching a German S&M tape featuring a brunette, probably
in her late thirties, with huge tits and a shaved pussy. Her master was some guy
wih a hairy chest and a pot belly, his face hidden beneath the black hood he
wore to keep himself from being identified. Some of these guys were real pussies
observed Jefferson as he reached over and tweaked her nipple, noting that it was
already very stiff.
She remembered watching him out of the corner of her eye, the other
still focused on the action taking place on the television screen. On a whim, he
decided to check out the tote bag she had brought in with her. As he got up, the
guy began to use a strap on the slave's big tits as she hung by her wrists from
the T-shaped wooden stand. Judith remembered that she began to breath hard as
the action heated up. She knew he was checking out her pert titties as they rose
and fell at a rapid rate; the action was already getting to her. It was going to
be a very enjoyable two days for her. She wasn't sure how he was going to take
it, but that was another issue altogether.
She watched as he rummaged through her bag and grinned as he unearthed
one thing after another that were the signals that she employed to tell him what
she wanted him to do to her. He quickly found the single edged razor, sure to be
dull, which meant he'd be dry shaving her pussy a couple of times to keep it
nice and smooth except for the nicks and cuts she always received because she
moved around while he ran the dull blade over and back on her private parts to
make sure they were ultimately smooth as a baby's behind. The real trick to it
was the motel soap that was so caustic that when rubbed into her freshly shaved
skin, she would buck like a bronco and make all sorts of funny noises into the
gag she wore for the occasion. More times than not she had debated the wisdom
and risk of letting him set off lighter fluid to singe that stubble off her
mound and even around her asshole. She was sorely tempted everytime she got him
pissed off, such as today.
He held up the inflatable dildo, like a little kid finding a prize. He
knew that she loved to lie there in her own sweat and pray to her personal god
that this time he'd manage to force enough air into it that her pussy or asshole
might tear. He'd come awfully close once when it was up her shitter and he was
feeling really strong. If he'd been able to give it maybe a couple more good
squeezes, she might have had her wish.
He found the new toy, a long, thick vibrator with a bulbous head covered
with hard rubber spikes. She'd added it to her collection only a week ago and
was eager to experience what it and he could deliver in the line of thrills and
chills. He was going to really enjoy moving this baby up and down her fuck
tunnel and watching her eyes roll back in her head every time he dragged the
spikes over her fat clit. Sometimes she wondered if her king-sized clit caused
her to be such a sex crazed cum freak.
He quickly moved over the girdle, corset and garter belt, all in
utilitarian white. This was his trip. When all else failed she could always get
him up one more time by putting one or more of these items on, and strutting her
stuff, such as it was. She was no meaty bundle of tits and ass. She would
describe herself as slim to the point of being skinny with pert, read smallish,
apple-shaped tits capped with nipples that looked like the erasers on brand new
pencils. Judith was very proud of her million dollar nipples, which is the way
she liked to describe them to her lovers, men and the occasional woman as well.
What she lacked in oomph, she knew she easily made up for with ferocious animal
energy. None of her studs was ever confident that they could deliver all the
heat that she craved. This was something that she kept to herself to keep them
off balance.She knew one thing however, she would have made a great whore; she
loved fucking that much.
She had to get his attention, intrude on his reveries. She struggled
madly against her bonds and nodded her head furiously. She remembered gasping, "
Get that pocket rocket out and do me before I burst a blood vessel.", the moment
he pulled her panties from her mouth.
The guy had switched to some kind of a barbed flogger and was making
minced meat out of her big tits which were covered with blood from the dozens of
wounds it had already produced.
He let her stew for a minute or so, feigning ignorance of the toy's
location. " Hurry up, god damn you! I have to get off and quick!..Find that damn
grinder and get busy turning my clit to a nice big pulpy mess, or you're black
ass will be back in the joint for an extra five years! " That threat got him
moving.
He made her pay for her arrogance later after he made her come so many
times that she lost count. There was a big wet spot from all the pussy juice he
had milked out of that insatiable twat that sometimes took mastery over her more
logical side. He had noted with some amusement that the batteries operating that
marvelous buzzing tool were wearing down, and commented that he had not seen any
spares while he was searching her tote bag. Judith was too tired to care at that
point, her mind was scrambled from the nearly continuous train of orgasms that
had roared through her in the last hour or so.
Judith recalled that she was very surprised to find that there was a new
tape running. She wondered for a moment or two where the big-titted brunette who
was being cut to pieces by the pot-bellied guy in the hood had gone. Abdullah
noticed her confusion and laughed, telling her not to worry, the tape would be
playing on some other channel and if she was so hot for it he would find it for
her. She closed her eyes and thought she'd take a little nap, it had been a very
long day considering she'd flown for almost three hours to get to her
destination.
She remembered nodding off for what seemed like a few moments, then
awakening to find her body bent double, her ankles cuffed to the top rung of the
lattice work headboard, only inches away from her manacled wrists. She recalled
looking between her thighs to discover Mr. Jefferson squeezing out a dollop of
some kind of anal lubricant she remembered packing at the last minute. She would
never forget the big shit-eating grin on his dark face as he pressed his finger,
now coated with lubricant, against her puckered asshole. It was then when she
tried to tell him no, that she discovered her mouth was once again stuffed with
her panties and some tape held them firmly in place. She realized that she was
about to be nailed in the ass by a man she had recently insulted and threatened
as well, not a very smart move considering her precarious situation.
It had been some time since Judith's asshole had been stretched by
anything this large, and his initial entry almost brought tears to her eyes.
Fortunately for the judge her instincts kicked in, all those years of taking it
up the ass at keg parties and the like paid a big dividend as she started to
relax and enjoy the ride or whatever it was to be. It still was slow going as
her tight sphincter gradually yielded to his steady pressure.
Once that big head popped into her shit chute things got a bit better,
but not perfect by any means. Abdullah Jefferson fed her tight asshole inch
after thick inch of his hard cock as she struggled to accommodate this huge log
that was beginning to clog her bowels. She could hear him grunt and mumble as he
forced more and more of his fat dick into her tender asshole. Judith couldn't
help wondering what the audience at the other end of the surveillance camera
thought of her performance.
Twenty minutes or so later, the large black man took a break from his
labors. He was in as far as he could go and she was beginning to loosen up to
the point that he could begin to pack some power into the thrusts he was
delivering. From Judith's perspective things were getting a bit more enjoyable,
but less than ideal. It still felt as if every time he shifted his hips and
plowed into her asshole he was punching her intestines, and that was not a good
feeling.
While he rested, his cock firmly embedded in her now wide open brown
eye, his large hands fondled her hard nippled tits, occasionally pulling those
million dollar teats to their full extension while he watched the pain change
the way her eyes stared at him. He gave her another of his big grins and said,
"Time to go back to work, mama. You relax, lay back and let old Abdullah do the
driving."
The next part of the ride was fast and furious and the slim woman began
to get fully into what he was doing. He grinned as she began trying to match his
powerful thrusts with ones of her own to maximize the impact as he lengthened
and widened her back passageway. He grabbed her pert tits in a grip of steel,
yanking and twisting them in his powerful hands as he sawed away inside her
quivering asshole. Judge Judith Longwell started to have an orgasm that was
probably eleven on a scale of ten. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she
thought to herself that this would be a perfect way to die, her ass filled with
big,black cock, her nipples hard as steel and the top of her head lifting off to
let her brains flow out.
"It's funny", she thought to herself, "I can't remember too much of the
rest of those two days. That man really turned me inside out. I must have been
sore for a week after he did me and taking a dump was not a pleasant experience
for another week beyond that. Damn, I have to fit that black beauty into my
schedule sooner than later, or make sure that he does some added time."
Judith's musings were interrupted by the phone ringing. It was her
private hot line, its number known only to a few of her closest friends. She
picked up and heard Warden Suzi Sykes' voice on the other end.
"When are you coming to visit me? I'm so lonely I'm thinking of taking
Martha Manners away from her new friend and installing her in my private
quarters so I can get at her private quarters."
( To be continued )
