Martha's Prison Adventures
Chapter 5
It was an exhausted warden Sykes who answered the bell for the next
round. She called over to the guard center and had them send a pair of ladies to
retrieve the prisoner. The instructions they were given caused a slight flicker
in their normally impassive faces. Martha Manners was to be placed in solitary
confinement for her own protection. Specifically she was to have an adjoining
cell to the one holding Big Bad.
Suzi knew exactly what she was doing. By the time she reached her office
there would be an alert waiting for her. It's contents would deal with the
problems Big Bad was causing in the wing. She knew that the guards would not be
able to avoid teasing the black woman about who was being held in the cell next
to her. The rest would occur as surely as the sun rises and sets.
The warden responded swiftly to this egregious breach of prison
discipline. A special guard team was sent to Bad's cell to take her into custody
and transfer the enraged black to Room 47. Bad did not go quietly; she took down
two guards before the team decided that there were lots easier means of bringing
the prisoner to heel. Once they got the unconscious guards out of the cell, they
pumped in a narcotic gas that tranquilized Bad to the point that a direct
frontal assault was successful.
Suzi Sykes personally arrived at Room 47 an hour later to discover Big
Bad naked and securely restrained in a double-strength canvas strait jacket. She
discussed the discipline regime with the head of the group responsible for
operating the special facility. While they were occupied some of the guards took
out their frustrations on the helpless amazon. They managed to jam four batons
up her cunt and another three stretched her asshole to its limit, and a bit
beyond, as was evidenced by the number of small fissures that formed at the
boundary of her sphincter.
While the guards were taking target practice on Bad's kneecaps with
their clubs, now coated with her cunt and asshole slime, Suzi was suggesting
that perhaps the type of treatment that resulted in the new Martha Manners might
work equally well in the case of Big Bad. When the guards were taking turns
knee-dropping onto Bad's belly and groin, the section leader was mentioning her
theory that Bad's behavior was the result of her ambivalence about her own
sexuality. It was her contention that a cycle or two of breast augmentation
followed by breast reduction might be the key to taming the black woman. While
the two were agreeing that a good compromise would be to carry out both
approaches in tandem, the guards were pissing down Bad's throat, nearly drowning
the senseless prisoner.
Poor Martha still didn't understand how she wound up in solitary
confinement. She remembered nothing of her day previously, not that it would
have helped her situation much, if at all. She had been frightened by the noise
from next door. First its occupant had spit out a string of obscenities the
likes of which she could not remember ever hearing. Then there was the hubbub
that occurred when those nasty guards came and started fighting with the
prisoner. It got a bit hazy after that because there was this strange smell in
the air and she got awfully tired. Now to her amazement, these very same guards
were back again, telling her to get ready to go back across into the zone,
whatever that was.
She was getting used to being naked despite her faulty memory. Perhaps
there were some new synaptic paths being burned into her damaged brain that made
her feel more comfortable in her natural state. Once more they bound her wrists
behind her back with plastic ties and escorted her through the metal detector, a
piece of cake these days.
For a change, Martha had something to recall; she had been here this
morning. There had been a slim, dark-haired woman sharing the bed with her. This
time the guards marched her into the bath next to the big bedroom she'd occupied
last night. Soon Martha was securely handcuffed to the pole running the length
of the large, luxuriously appointed shower. They left her to wonder as to what
was in store for her this night.
Martha was startled when Suzi poked her head into the bath and gave her
a malicious smile. Martha flinched as the warden ran her hand over her belly and
down to her mons. While she rummaged around inside Martha's cunt, testing it for
moisture, there was plenty, she spoke of what happened last night. To Martha
this was fresh news with the ink still drying. She cringed when she realized her
behavior last night was going to get her into a lot of trouble this evening.
"On the good side you gave me an orgasm that was beyond belief. I've
been done by experts, but compared to you they're children playing in a sand
box. On the bad side you didn't warn me just how powerful that blast was going
to be. I've been sore half the day; my pussy was definitely not prepared for the
shock that your talented tongue caused deep down where the real feelings dwell.
So rather than stick my poor pussy in harm's way this evening, you and I are
going to play some games, some educational games. I'm going to teach you how I
like to be treated when it comes to getting me off. After your lessons tonight
I'm going to have you practice on some of my guard pals. Based on the kind of
feedback I get from the ladies, you'll either get additional training, or you'll
be a semi-permanent guest in my budoir. You and I will make magic together."
What Suzi neglected to tell Martha was that the games were called water
sports and Martha was to be on the receiving end of most of them. Initially
Martha was relieved when she was freed from the shower pole. Within seconds she
found herself helpless once more, her hands cuffed behind her back. Suzi told
her to kneel by the commode and when Martha complied, her head was plunged into
the bowl and held fast as the blonde struggled to free herself from the warden's
iron grip. Soon Martha began to take on some of the scented water. Abruptly her
head was yanked from the bowl just long enough for her to cough up most of the
water she had just consumed. Then under she went once more and this time she
stayed down until she was nearly unconscious. A third visit to the bottom of the
bowl finished Martha off.
When she regained her senses, such as they were, she was confronted by
Suzi's cunt in all its waxed glory. Last night it was too dark to see the
warden's money-maker. Martha's eyes wandered up and down taking in Suzi's
fleshy, wrinkled lips and the fold of flesh that hid her clitoris. Then she
heard a voice commanding her to open her mouth. Martha did as she was ordered.
The blonde's eyes popped when the first bright stream of steaming piss
shot from Suzi's pee hole and splashed just under her nose, the yellow fluid
going up her nostrils as well as into her wide open mouth. Martha pulled her
head away from the golden torrent issuing from the warden, and at the same time
closed the entrance to her throat. She was rewarded with a vicious slap across
her face as the dark-haired woman snarled," Open that fucking mouth or I'll have
you turned into a bleeding lump!"
Martha was smart enough to realize from the tone of voice that her
companion would do her grievous harm if she didn't. Her entry way opened for
business and was deluged. Martha gulped and gasped, coughed and gagged, but kept
swallowing for fear that the warden would hurt her severely. The prisoner looked
like a half drowned cat by the time Suzi finished emptying her bladder. To
provide even more humiliation, the warden made Martha lick up every drop that
had reached the floor. It was the ultimate degradation for the poor, bemused
queen of the puts and calls.
As bad as it was going for Martha, her former cellmate, Big Bad, was
suffering a whole lot worse. Currently she was stark naked, on her back, wrists
and ankles manacled to the corners of the large metal table that would be her
resting place unless she was going for a horsy ride, a clever method for
enhancing the depth of her pussy, or receiving her daily hosing in order to keep
her body clean and invigorated.
Two hard faced matrons were standing at the base of the table beating
the soles of Bad's feet with rubber truncheons loaded with metal shot. They
switched from one foot to the other after each break so that the prisoner's feet
were mistreated equally. Bad was grunting in time with the blows that fell with
monotonous regularity, causing her feet to swell horribly. Unknown to the black
woman, this was just the first step in the process.
"I love watching and listening to what happens once we start using these
on her feet."
The speaker smiled at her partner and flexed the limber length of rattan
in her hands. She made a mock bow and nodded. There was a whirring, whistling
sound and then both canes struck within a fraction of a second of each other.
Bad's entire body stiffened in agony, her lungs unable to draw breath. Then as
another shivering wave of pain climbed up her body, she let out a howl that was
inhuman.
The matrons grinned and laid another stroke to her feet, the second
stroke created a spurt of blood on Bad's left foot, bringing a frown to the face
of the other matron. She took a deep breath and proceeded to give the amazon a
half dozen rapid strokes to the swollen sole of her foot. These drew blood, lots
of blood; in fact some splattered onto the matron's uniform bringing another
grim smile to her face.
"Oh this one is mine. I'll teach this big mouthed slut her place and
I'll do it by flaying her alive if I have to."
As she spoke the matron flicked a drop of blood from the front of her
tunic. It was going to be a very long night for Big Bad, one she would never be
able to forget.
Martha was on her knees; she had just finished rinsing her mouth with a
strong, bitter tasting mouthwash that Suzi had given her. She was almost glad
when the warden ordered her to swallow the harsh liquid, which burned all the
way down to her stomach. Suzi positioned her cunt against Martha's face, and
ordered her to get busy, warning the blonde that she would box her ears if she
got too carried away with her duties.
Unfortunately for Suzi, Martha had only two settings, off and full on.
The scrambling of her brains had eliminated all those subtle moves that used to
be part of her repertoire. She began with a triple tonguing, delivered at warp
speed, which took the dark-haired woman's breath away. Before Suzi knew what was
happening Martha began to hoover out her juicing cunt, sucking up every drop of
pussy juice and cream within a foot of her mouth. The warden began to get that
odd feeling again that she was being turned inside out.
Any further thoughts were washed away when the first orgasm, disguised
as a tidal wave, struck her. Suzi's knees buckled as if she had just caught a
good punch to the gut. She reached out blindly for something to steady herself,
grabbing a couple of fistfuls of Martha's hair in the process. The warden clung
to those blonde locks with a grip of steel as she rode out the monster that
rippled from her cunt to the top of her head.
She frantically pushed the incubus that was Martha away before the demon
could do further damage. As promised she soundly boxed the poor woman's ears,
the blows coming thick and fast. Suzi Sykes for the first time in a long while
was frightened by this force of nature that knelt on the tiled floor and sobbed,
not fully understanding her incredible power. Once the warden regained her
composure she decided to see if an enema might calm her guest down sufficiently
that she could be controlled.
This treatment evoked old memories in the blonde woman. She remembered
being bent over a tub in Janet Bluestone's bathroom taking a warm, sudsy two
quart cleansing prior to having her anus penetrated by a formidable dildo
attached to her mistress' loins. She remembered her initial fear of the nozzle
slowly sliding past that tough ring of muscle guarding her colon. She could hear
Ms Bluestone telling her to "Quit being such a tight ass or I won't use any lube
the next time." For some moments after the nozzle had penetrated her fully, she
would fall into a blissful state, secure in her place as Ms Bluestone's protegee
in more than just finance. Then the first cramping would occur, sharp and
insistent. There would be no relief, only perhaps a slap on the rump from her
mistress with the admonition to "Keep still or I'll really tear into you!"
When, after countless cramps, some tears and at last those wonderful
words, "Hold still while I take the nozzle out, and remember keep that asshole
clenched tight, or you'll lick up every drop you spill on the way to the
toilet.", Martha was free from the distress and humiliation caused by that red
rubber menace. Seated on the throne and voiding the contents of her lower
intestines was a moment of pure happiness. It took Martha many sessions before
she lost her fear of the treatment. A casualty of this loss was that moment of
supreme happiness.
Martha soon realized that there was a vast difference in the way Suzi
did things. The first enema contained a mixture of tap water and crushed ice. It
was as if a cold fist, deep in her body, was pounding away at her insides. She
developed goose bumps as the amount of chilled water increased. The cramps were
like jabs with an icicle. Suzi's tubside manner was even more brusk and
intimidating than her former mentor.
"Don't you dare move you miserable cunt, or I'll have the guards come
and put you right next to Bad in Room 47. I'm sure you'd love that, wouldn't
you!"
The threat stimulated some faint images of discomfort, no, terrible
pain, when she heard about that awful place. She wasn't absolutely sure, but
just maybe she had been there once. Then the next cramp thundered through her
body clearing her mind of everything except the icy pain she was suffering.
Once again Martha's mouth docked to Suzi's dripping cunt and the results
were cataclysmic, not exactly what Suzi was looking for in an orgasm. This one
took the top of her head off and left her weak and shaking. After recovering her
equilibium and checking to see if her pussy was still attached to her body, she
lit into the prisoner with extreme prejudice, as they say in the courts.
Martha's head bounced from side to side as the warden landed nearly a dozen
solid blows with her clenched fists. Her hands would be very sore the next
morning. At this point Martha was truly dazed and confused.
Another mammoth enema followed their little tete-a-tete; this one a
hellish mixture of nearly scalding water laced with a soupcon of drain cleanser.
This was one of the favorites down in Room 47, and came highly recommended.
Martha's screams started a few seconds after the clip on the bag was opened, and
never stopped as she took two quarts of what seemed like liquid fire. Suzi
really had her hands full trying to keep Martha from expelling the nozzle from
her tight bung hole. This was an epic cleansing and it left the blonde shaken to
her roots.
Unfortunately it failed to have any effect whatsoever on her talented
mouth and tongue. Those synaptic paths remaining were set in concrete, and Suzi
was both the beneficiary and victim of this situation. The third orgasm left her
in a puddle of pussy juice, flat on her back, staring off into space and
wondering where all the singers in that celestial choir were hiding.
Suzi was so angry that she summoned the guards to return Martha to
solitary confinement. She also made it plain to them that Martha was no longer a
most favored prisoner. In fact the warden hinted strongly that she'd have no
objections to them taking a crack at Martha's crack, provided they exercised
great care to avoid having their minds scrambled by her evil power. The guards
were not exactly sure of what she meant, but they were already licking their
lips at the opportunity to lay their hands and other portions of their bodies on
this strange woman.
Back in Room 47 Bad was being introduced to Mr. Electron. She was wired
up to the generator and ready to go, her temples coated with a conducting paste
that would enhance the juice that would be pumped through her brain. At a nod
from the attending physician, the technician threw the toggle switch and Bad's
body stiffened and then tried to rise off the table, her powerful frame
straining against the straps holding her down. It took but a couple of seconds
to jam enough power through her heavy skull to light up a couple of rooms in the
prison wing. So strong was the initial jolt, that Bad nearly bit through the
rubber stop inserted in her mouth to prevent her from breaking her teeth or
swallowing her tongue.
"Ready to go again doctor." announced the tech.
The physician smiled coldly and replied, "This time give her the juice
until she pisses all over herself; those are the doctor's orders."
The toggle was thrown and Bad danced in a frenzy of agony, her head
bouncing off the table's surface while her muscles contracted, fighting
mindlessly against the forces that were tearing her body apart. A wisp of smoke
rose from her head and there was now a strange odor wafting up from her
twitching body. The doctor checked Bad's heart and then looked up to her
companion with a big grin.
"Let's give her one more for the road to hell."
While this was going on, Martha was being escorted toward the solitary
confinement area. The fact that she was stark naked and securely restrained with
those nasty plastic ties had little impact on her. It was the way she was
transported, and that was that in her simple frame of reference. As the trio
walked down one of the long dim corridors, there was a momentary blackout, the
few low wattage bulbs dimming, then going out for a brief second or so before
returning to their former state.
One of the guards laughed and said to her companion,
"I guess Bad's meeting up with Mr. Electron. I hope the bitch fries!"
Martha did not understand what all this meant, but it was no concern of
hers. She was tired and wanted to go to sleep. It had been a very long day that
she wanted to forget about as quickly as possible.
(To be continued)
