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Martha's Prison Adventures

Chapter 11

				Martha's Prison Adventures


				     Chapter 11



	The following morning just before roll call Judith was introduced to
another set of guards.  These hard faced ladies brooked no nonsense from Mean
Jean, beating her soundly around the head and shoulders with their batons as
they dragged the startled and very naked judge from the cell. It had been a very
long night as far as Judith was concerned and between the lack of sleep and the
pain from having a number of Mean Jean's toys jammed up her cunt and asshole,
she was in no condition to offer any resistance.

	After cuffing her hands behind her back, they hustled her away from the
cell block. Judith was too sore and tired to think, all she could imagine was
that she was being taken to see her old buddy, the warden, for reasons unknown.
Instead she was led to a door marked Room 47, which meant little to her. She did
recall something about this place, but couldn't remember the details.

	A team had been hurriedly formed to handle this important case. They
would have very little time to accomplish what one described as a "fucking
miracle". Within a week prisoner 3435-98-4075S was to become a mindless drone
suitable for only the simplest tasks. In addition there was to be no physical
evidence that she had been harmed in any way. This made it a most challenging
assignment; so challenging in fact that the young PhD now experimenting on Bad
was drafted to lead the effort.

	To say that Dr. Dawn Davis was unhappy with her new duties would be an
understatement. Her anger was to be focused on the new prisoner who had
interrupted her very important work. Once again Suzi Sykes had demonstrated the
skill to not only choose the right person for a task, but also provide that
person with a tremendous motivation to succeed. The sooner judge Judith was
permanently "calmed", the sooner Dr. Davis could return to the more interesting
activity that kept her working in this less than ideal environment. Suzi had big
plans for the young, but still relatively undisciplined scientist. This talented
young woman would soon provide the warden with even more security based on the
research she was being allowed to carry out here in the prison, far from the
prying eyes of the authorities.

	The plan developed by the team leader for Judith appeared to be a simple
one; reduce the amount of oxygen the prisoner's brain would receive. The methods
to be used would be the key to success. The first phase would involve
establishng which of the many options proved to be effective in the shortest
time. The second phase would be to enhance the degradation of Judith's mental
capacity by means of electroshock treatments. However these treatments would be,
of necessity, much less stressing than the types used on Martha Manners.
Unfortunately for the young scientist's scheme, she was unaware that Martha had
only suffered a temporary lapse in her memory and brain functions. Had she not
been under time contraints, Dawn no doubt would have reexamined the original
subject to determine her current status. Then the cat would have been out of the
bag.

	To show the prisoner who was the boss, Dr. Davis had the judge given a
gigantic enema of very hot water, as she lay strapped securely to the
examination table. Immediately after, a rubber bung was jammed up her anus to
prevent her from expelling the enormous ocean of nearly boiling water that was
eating away at her intestines. Then a length of plastic tubing hooked to a water
tap was forced down her throat. At a nod from the doctor, the tap was opened and
Judith's already rounded stomach soon began to bulge from the two bodies of
water that were now competing for the same space. The inevitable happened, the
helpless prisoner became saturated, she could hold no more and then her lungs
began to fail as her ever expanding stomach pushed up against them, reducing the
amount of air that they could capture.

	Judith Longwell thought she was about to die just before she passed out
from lack of oxygen. When they revived her after she had vomited up almost a
gallon of water, she was allowed to release the water still roiling within her
lower intestines. Then the process was repeated, only this time the enema
consisted of double boiled coffee, still steaming. The flow of water that was
admitted to her stomach was much reduced so that she would have a longer time to 
experience the effect of the enema. It took almost twice the time for her to
slowly lose consciousness from the unrelenting pressure of her swollen stomach
pressing against many of her internal organs besides her lungs.

	To demonstrate just how much power she held over the prisoner, Dr. Davis
told her assistants that she wanted the treatments to continue for the rest of
the day while she returned to work on Bad. The judge's eyes popped out of her
head and she began screaming at the top of her lungs that another treatment
might kill her. The young scientist gave her a knowing smile and said, "That's
just the chance you'll have to take, my dear. Believe me, it will look as if you
died of natural causes, that's the beauty of this procedure. Rest assured that
these people are experts at administering this treatment, they have a success
rate of over ninety percent. This means unless they give you more than lets say
eight more treatments, you should have a pretty good chance of surviving until I
get back and really make you hurt."

	Then she turned to the operators and added, "Oh, by the way I want her
catheterized for the rest of the day. She's not to be allowed to urinate. It
will be most interesting to see what her bladder's capacity really is. I'm of
the opinion that she'll be holding at least 700 cc by the time I arrive for the
real work later on today. Obviously the rest of her urine will back up into her
system and we'll have to be careful to avoid uremic poisoning, so check her
blood every three hours just to be on the safe side."



	So while judge Judith Longwell was learning a lesson about who was in
control of whom, Dawn Davis hurried back to her lab to see how the latest
treatment she had given Big Bad was working out. It was truly amazing how much
she had already changed her subject in just the last few days. The former black
amazon's body was a reflection of her inner feelings about herself. In a word,
she was "cut", "buffed" or "chiseled", the result of many thousands of lonely
hours working with the weights to build her body into a mass of perfectly
proportioned muscle. Her physical persona began to dominate every facet of her
personality including her tastes in sex partners.

	On the outside, and before she developed herself into this powerhouse on
feet, Bad's tastes in sex partners, when they were available, ran to members of
the opposite sex. Being plain of face and possessing a lanky body that at best
could be described as average, did not attract the top of the line male catches.
The few relationships she entered always fizzled out quickly. Her last partner
was a user of women for his own agenda, which had nothing to do with marrying
and having a family. That was how the young Bad, nee Georgia Jones, got into
trouble with the law. She was sentenced to ten years minimum for aiding and
abetting her boyfriend when he committed a bank robbery and she participated
unknowingly by driving the getaway car.

	Georgia quickly learned that in prison there were only two classes, the
users and the used. For the next five years she worked out with the weights six
hours a day to tansform herself from a lanky 125 pound member of the "used"
population to a chiseled, 175 pound member of the "user" class. During this
period Georgia gradually disappeared, being subsumed into her new persona, Bad.

	The new user's tastes in sex partners changed as well; there had been a
couple of very brief periods during her transformation when she became a sexual
"bottom", but after the first year her sex life went into neutral. Like most
prisoners without regular or forced partnerships she depended upon herself for
sexual pleasure, starting with her fingers and graduating up the scale to her
first prison fabricated dildo and finally to a vibrator that cost her four
months wages from her job in the prison laundry room. To celebrate her coming
out as a member of the user class, Bad, for that was her new moniker in the
joint, took the first of dozens of tongues, a sweet young thing, new to this
bipolar world, and eager to please in exchange for protection from the predators
that roamed the cell block.

	To Bad, there would never be another like the strange blonde woman who
briefly shared her cell and her life. Now even this delightful memory was being
slowly erased by this new owner, the doctor, with her cold exterior and those
damned needles. Ever since Bad had become this new white woman's property, she
started to change physically. With physical changes came a welter of new
emotions and reactions that she had never experienced before or in some cases,
had thought them to be completely buried in a past that could never be again.

	Her lack of education prevented Bad from realizing that those needles
the young doctor was putting into her arms daily contained hormones that were
changing her body's chemistry. Some of the needles also contained chemicals that
were attacking her muscles, turning them into something softer and more rounded.
The major change and the one that fascinated the black amazon the most was the
development of her breasts. Even before she started to work out, her breasts
were undersized and pancake shaped. After years of serious body building those
breasts were turned into slabs of muscle, no longer an enticement to members of
the opposite sex, even if there had been some in this strange prison world. Now
they were reappearing along with these strange feelings and the overall
softening of her chiseled form. Bad was at a loss to explain what was happening
to her.

	Things had really gotten weird this morning when the doctor injected her
tits, pussy lips, clit and even the cunt meat itself, which took three shots.
The injections made Bad feel like she was going to go through the roof from the
pain. She didn't know where she hurt the most, her tits that felt like they were
on fire, or her clit which was throbbing to beat hell and had doubled in size
and was still growing, or her fuck tunnel that felt as if someone had filled it
full of acid.

	In the last few minutes a new sensation had begun to make itself known,
Bad was starting to feel very horny. She began to wish that someone would get
busy and lick her cunt, or maybe suck on her nice soft titties, or better still,
nibble on her big clit. Bad's body started to squirm against the straps holding
her down to the table. She had tried over and over to get free of them but had
never succeeded. Despite that she tried again, this time putting everything she
had behind her struggles. She failed miserably; worse yet she was getting
hornier and also weak, something she had not experienced in years. What the hell
was happening to her, and how could she make it stop?

	By the time Dr. Dawn Davis arrived, her patient, or subject, was
literally frothing at the mouth, her naked body covered with sweat and her arms
and legs clenching as she continued to fruitlessly try to escape from her bonds.
"I'm hurt'n, lordie, I hurt so bad!" Bad kept chanting this litany as her body
twitched and shivered from the effects of the shots she had received. "I feels
like a big pussy, my pussy is as big as my body and it wants to be fucked, fuck
my pussy, damn it, fuck my pussy!" The young scientist's face lit up with joy as
she took in what was happening to Big Bad, the former scourge of the prison.
She, Dr. Dawn Davis, had figured out a technique for calming those inmates
unable to accept their lot in life. She could hardly wait until she could sit
down, go over the preliminary data, and begin to write what would be the first
of many papers on this subject.

	There remained one critical piece of information to obtain, and that was
the main reason why she had left that new prisoner in the hands of the sadistic
techs who would probably spend the rest of their shift seeing how close to death
they could bring the woman. She wondered if they would try to backfill her
bladder to the limit and beyond as they did to that other unfortunate a few
weeks ago. Her bladder had ruptured and she still was in intensive care with a
very negative prognosis for any type of normal life. Dawn rushed around her
laboratory getting the parts needed to validate her theory. Soon she had the
motorized dildo assembled and mounted between Bad's spread thighs. Even from a
distance one could easily see the stream of fluid dribbling from the subject's
cunt. Bad was in desperate need for some form of relief, and Dawn thought she
had just what the patient needed.

	Although it probably was not necessary considering the amount of cunt
juice pouring from Bad, Dawn still decided to lubricate the huge stiff piece of
rubber and composite material shaped into a replica of the erect penis belonging
to the famous porn star, Mr. Big. How appropriate that Big Bad should be
pleasured to completion by Mr. Big; it was a type of poetic justice. The
scientist took a deep breath and lined the bulbous head of the phallus against
Bad's swollen lipped vagina. She stepped back and threw the switch, setting the
machine into motion.

	She had set the stroke length to six inches for openers, using the
lowest speed to make sure that Bad's cunt wouldn't be stretched too quickly by
the monster that was beginning to bore into her. Dawn watched with great
interest as the swollen cunt lips of her subject narrowed and soon became just
pink bands as they wrapped around the huge member invading her fuck tunnel. Then
she adjusted the throw of the machine so that each stroke of the artificial cock
was going nine inches into Bad's bulging cunt. Bad shifted her hips in an
attempt to get more comfortable and groaned in rhythm with each stroke her cunt
received.

	Now Dawn increased the speed at which each stroke was being delivered.
The sloshing sounds issuing from Bad's totally filled fuck tube indicated that
she had enough lubricant, natural or otherwise, to handle what she was taking.
After about five minutes of this steady pounding Bad was beginning to gasp for
breath and her hips were pumping furiously so that she could meet the force of
the machine with some of her own in return. Dawn ramped the machine up once more
until a foot of the Mr. Big replica was entering her subject. Bad started to
puff out her cheeks in an effort to get more air into her lungs.

	The doctor increased the speed, judging the black amazon's ability to
handle it by the way she panted and the sounds that came from her stretched and
fucked out cunt. Dawn decided she could take more. She had to take longer and
faster strokes if she was to get off and validate everything that the scientist
had worked diligently to accomplish. She carefully increased the throw of the
machine to deliver one additional inch, and let it run for a minute or two so
that Bad could once more accommodate the extra pressure she was now enduring.

	Then without warning, she erupted into the mother of all orgasms. Bad's
eyes tried to pop out of her head and she gave a keening wail that grew louder
and louder as the first and then second wave of contractions shook her body to
its foundations. It was almost as if she was giving birth, and perhaps this
catharsis was a form of birth as Bad discovered herself in this blinding flash
of insight and passion. Then as abruptly as it began, her orgasm tailed off,
leaving a quivering mass of spent flesh still twitching and quaking, but
satiated in a way as well. Dawn Davis felt a great weight lifted from her
shoulders, she had succeeded.



				(To be continued)



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