Martha's Prison Adventures
Chapter 13
Suzi Sykes had gotten to be the warden because she was a stickler for
details. Nothing escaped notice, no matter how trivial. The fact that Martha
Manners had bitten Suzi's pussy during their session last evening had not gone
unnoticed. This was so out of character that her interest was piqued, and then
some. Even considering all the other problems that needed to be resolved, this
one was going to get some attention now. It probably was an instinctive reaction
to what was happening at the time; Martha had merely gotten carried away in the
moment, nothing more. If however, it signaled the return of her personality and
therefore perhaps her memory, it was something that had to be immediately
addressed. To date Suzi had been able to use prison regulations to prevent
Martha from being visited by her friends and worse still, her legal people. At
best she might be able to delay visitation rights for perhaps a few more days,
but then they would be upon her. Suzi desperately needed to have a docile,
memory-impaired prisoner for them to see; one with no visible signs of any form
of mistreatment.
Dr. Dawn Davis was livid. First she had been dragged from her important
work with the convict, Bad, who was responding quite well to her treatments, in
order to develop a solution for a problem that the warden was having with some
prisoner who she had never heard of. Now to make matters worse she was being
given another hot potato that the warden was unable to handle. Dawn felt as if
she was one of those people who clean up after the horses have gone by in a
parade. This was totally unacceptable!
Despite her ego problems, Dawn Davis was a very intelligent woman. Once
she got over her pet, she settled down to see how she could handle both problems
in a way that could be mutually compatible. Perhaps there might be a "one
solution fits all" answer. The scientist sat down and pondered this approach.
What if she put both subjects through the same procedure to judge their
response? Suppose the responses were the same or at least similar? If that were
the case her work was well on its way to being completed. First she had to
discover rather quickly how this latest patient, Martha Manners, came to lose
her short term memory. While she was working this problem, her staff could be
putting the other one through her paces using the approach that she had laid out
for her. It would be a good example of parallel processing, a concept that had
become very popular in business as well as science.
It was then that Dr. Davis realized that she did not have any baseline
information on the brain activities of either subject. Recently she had
complained to the warden about the lack of certain rudimentary evaluation tools
that she required for her work. Dawn decided to check on the progress of those
purchase orders that Suzi Sykes had promised to initiate. The warden's
thoroughness and attention to detail had in this case sowed the seeds of her own
ultimate destruction. To the delight of the scientist she found that the
equipment necessary for her to make an EEG had arrived. Within hours it was
delivered to her lab and she had it operational. At this point she made another
decision that would bring down the entire house of steel and stone around the
ears of the warden. She would make tests on the new prisoner, whatever her name
was, Martha Manners, and Bad, all at the same time to develop a baseline for
this work.
The results were not as she had anticipated. In the area that she
expected to see the most difference, that pertaining to the control of memories,
there was no discernible difference. Always the careful researcher, Dawn
retested her three subjects and received the same data again. Something was
seriously amiss. She quickly developed another experiment to validate her
findings. One by one, in her presence, each woman received a moderate dose of
electroshock while she was hooked up so that her brain wave patterns could be
observed in real time. The results confirmed the scientist's suspicions; there
was no difference between the three as far as short term or for that matter,
long term, memory was concerned. Martha's little secret was out of the bag.
Martha knew that something was up when she underwent the various tests,
and she could tell from the look on the young scientist's face that the jig was
up. It was then that Martha Manners reverted to type and attempted to take
command of the situation. She waited until she and Dawn were alone for a few
minutes and then Martha went on the offensive. "So you know that my memory is
back, don't you? You're obviously one of the more intelligent people occupying
this pesthole. You can be sure that when I reveal what's been going on here to
my legal team this place will be swarming with investigators and your warden's
days will be numbered, along with all those involved in this charade. There is a
very good chance that I will be freed on appeal, which will only compound the
felony."
Her words got the undivided attention of Dawn Davis, who could see her
budding career going right down the toilet if what Martha said turned out to be
true. Martha sensed that the young woman was mullng her options as she stood
there in silence. She moved in for the kill.
"By the way do you know who the older woman is? I'll bet you haven't
been told that either. I guess your warden must think you're a mushroom. You
know what I mean, don't you? You're being kept in the dark and being fed
horseshit by your boss. Well, for your information she's judge Judith Longwell,
the very same judge that sent me away to this hell hole. I wonder why she's
here? I'll bet you're involved in that little mess as well. I can just see you
sitting in one of these very cells in less than a year."
Martha paused to let what she had said sink in, then laughed and
continued to bring her fish closer to the boat. "Perhaps sitting is not the way
you'll spend much time, it's more likely you'll either be on your knees or bent
over taking whatever passes for a cock up your loose asshole or down your raw
throat. That's what happens to tender, young white girls in this place."
"They are going to be lined up ten deep to get a crack at you. Who
knows, maybe you're black subject might even wind up having you as her own
private cunt rag? I'll bet you'd love that, having to do down on that brute of a
prisoner every night before she decides how and with what she's going to rape
you tonight. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe she'll just pimp your lily-white ass out to
the highest bidder on a nightly basis. That's what happens in prison, in case
you didn't know. I know it to be true, because I've been through it, and most of
it is indelibly imprinted in my memory."
From the look on the scientist's face, Martha knew that she was about
ready to be gaffed and brought into the boat. "You have a wonderful opportunity
to get yourself a ton of good publicity plus the everlasting thanks of such
people as myself and the good federal judge who is currently at your mercy.
Think of it, you'll be able to pick from plenty of great positions from
organizations eager to have a dedicated and caring scientist either teaching at
their university or doing top-notch research in one of their well equipped labs
for a great salary. Who knows, there might even be a book deal or perhaps a
movie about your exploits. That's on the upside. What I told you before is the
downside of things."
At this point Dawn Davis was flopping around in the bottom of the boat
and they both knew it. "What do you want me to do?" she said to Martha. The
blonde woman smiled and replied with a plan that if properly executed would
result in her and the judge being freed in a matter of days, perhaps less, if
certain parties could be reached in time. The scientist jotted down the
telephone numbers that she had to call and the messages she was to give those
parties that she reached. In the interim, while the proper forces were being
marshalled to free them, she had to delay any definitive answer to the warden
concerning Martha's memory situation. Martha realized that Suzi was very
suspicious and knew full well if she were taken from the laboratory and turned
over to Carmody and her pack of sadistic guards, she might become just another
unfortunate prison accident.
The visions of fame and fortune that were conjured up by the wily
financial diva were enough to galvanize the young scientist into action. It was
she who decided that the judge would have to bear the brunt of the pain and
humiliation that would be dished out in order to make sure that the warden was
none the wiser to what was going on in this little out of the way corner of the
prison. Martha chuckled to herself over the choice that Dawn had made; she
couldn't have drawn it up any better herself. Not only was she going to be freed
very soon, her sentencer, judge Judith, was going to experience a little payback
for her actions, as she unwittingly provided a diversion that would give
Martha's plan time to work.
Dawn's next move was to have a meeting with Suzi Sykes to discuss her
findings and make some strong recommendations for what had to be done in order
to meet the objectives that the warden had set down. She and the warden met in
Suzi's office an hour later. In that period prior to the meeting Dawn made one
of the phone calls that Martha had given her to make. In this case she was able
to speak to the right person and was assured that her efforts would be well
rewarded once the papers necessary to free Martha on appeal were obtained. To
reduce the chances of being found out, a possibility even for the staff members
since the guards randomly checked any outside phone calls made, she transferred
the responsibility for making the remaining contacts to this person, a classic
case of creating a plan that now had single point failure potential.
The meeting with Suzi went very well; she had come armed with graphs and
data that argued strongly that the reason for Martha's loss of short term memory
had to do with her electrolytic balance. Naturally Suzi had no idea what Dawn
was talking about, but she did sense the young scientist's enthusiasm for her
subject. When Dawn told her that she would have incontrovertible evidence that
she could easily control Martha Manners'memory within the next two days, Suzi
countered with a one day deadline as expected. Dr. Davis feigned unhappiness but
at last relented and said it would require her to work around the clock with her
subject in order to meet the warden's demands.
Dawn set the hook when she casually mentioned that the treatment that
would rebalance Martha's brain chemistry was to have her ingest her own urine
over and over until the proper balance was achieved, as measured by her alpha
wave pattern. All Suzi could remember was that Martha Manners would be
swallowing her own piss for a full day; that would even things up considerably
for her lapse in deportment.
The young scientist then quickly changed the topic to the other
prisoner. She showed Suzi Sykes some additional graphs and data that she claimed
proved that this one could also be controlled by the same approach. In her case
there would also have to be additional stimulus applied so that all her memory
was erased and then only that portion chosen by the warden would be returned.
This meant that the judge would have to undergo lengthy sessions of electroshock
treatments while also being stimulated sexually via drugs and mechanical means.
Suzi was so delighted to hear this that she arranged to attend a
training session the very next day. She couldn't help thinking that her old
friend Judith, who had a strong masochistic streak in her, would probably have a
blast while she was being turned into a vegetable. Dawn winced at this news, but
was sure that she could arrange something that would show the warden that all
was going as promised. She wondered what Martha Manners would say when she
learned that she would have to drink some of her own urine in order to make the
ruse seem real.
Dawn was soon to learn that the best laid plans of mice and men often go
astray. Unbeknown to her, the first contact took a bad fall less than ten
minutes after speaking to Dawn and was now in the emergency room of a hospital
with a prognosis of at least a few days before he would be able to communicate
properly thanks to the seriousness of the concussion he experienced. On the
other side of the coin the guards had badly misjudged both the timing, scope and
number of prisoners that would be involved when the protest occurred. These
conflicting events would in a sense cancel everything that Martha had planned,
leaving her a mere pawn in an epic struggle that would capture the attention of
the entire country.
Returning to her lab she made sure that Bad was once more put on the sex
stimulator for a goodly amount of time while she busied herself preparing Martha
and the other prisoner for their therapies. It was no surprise when Martha
Manners got a little bent out of shape when she learned of what she would have
to do when warden Sykes visited. On the other hand she was delighted to hear
about what judge Judith would have to endure over the next few days. Dawn made a
call over to the staff in Room 47 to get some assistance in her very important
project. Within twenty minutes two members of the staff arrived, licking their
chops for the chance to get at Judith.
During the same time period Mean Jean and her cohorts were holding their
final meeting to make sure that everything was in readiness for their inmate
revolt. One of the key items that was discussed was the hostage list. Very near
the top was Dawn Davis as well as the manager of Room 47. It was going to be
payback time for some, despite how things turned out. The prisoners grudgingly
agreed that the odds of capturing the warden herself were slim and none, but as
one plotter commented, if they did, she'd remember what they would do to her
until her last day on earth.
Dawn discussed what she wanted done with Judith, and the two staffers
immediately went to work removing every hair from the jurist's body. It was a
most painful process utilizing an acidic based jelly that was rubbed into the
skin and allowed to remain for exactly ten minutes to assure that every follicle
was saturated with the burning chemical. They even carefully inserted a dollop
of the jelly into her vagina and rectum, making sure that the rubber gloves
protecting their hands were free of even a pinhole. They had experienced the
pain associated with this material when it contacted the skin. Judith Longwell
tried to climb out of her skin as the jelly ate away at every hair on her body.
The two staffers laughed at the struggles of their prisoner to somehow escape
the fire that was covering her naked form.
After hosing her down they began the arduous process of squeezing her
body into the polymer suit that looked very much like those worn by fighter
pilots. There were a number of differences; the most important as far as the
poor prisoner was concerned were the breast pockets and the brine probes. The
breast pockets were flaps that were made of another polymer material that formed
an airtight seal with the subject's skin, and could accommodate large
differences in bust size and shape. They had one other very nasty feature, a
tiny cup that fastened to the woman's nipple. In this configuration the cup
worked the same way as the brine probes, and had an added feature in that it
could also conduct electricity to the jurist's nipples even while the brine
probe feature was activated.
There were two strategically located ports in the crotch region of the
suit. These allowed the brine probes to be inserted into the jurist's openings.
The probes were made from metal, were hollow and operated on the principle of
capillary attraction. In a sense they behaved as reverse heat pipes, creating an
arctic-like condition in the region surrounding them. The conducting medium was
brine which would liquify and flow at well below the freezing point of water.
These probes had some leeway in their design that allowed them to be almost
custom fitted to the inernal regions in which they would be operating.
In the case of Judith, her vaginal probe was eleven inches in length and
four inches in diameter, achieving a very tight fit. The judge had a
predilection for long, thick cocks, which was the reason for her stable of well
hung black men, but this cold piece of metal was a new experience for her. The
other probe which was corkscrewed deep inside her rectum was a little shorter,
only ten inches, but just as thick. This one made her eyes water as it was
driven into place. Shortly thereafter she was encased in the polymer shroud from
her neck downward.
Now came the helmet.It looked like a black bubble and was a fairly tight
fit despite her hair. Built into the helmet were a pair of powerful speakers
that were quite capable of deafening the occupant. There also was a small
halogen lamp that easily lit up the interior of the helmet, and was programmed
to flash randomly. Finally there was the umbilical cord that supplied the
electrical connections and air, plus anything else that the operator might
choose to pipe in. Judith would get the full treatment including tear and highly
diluted mustard gas as well as mace, plus a gas that would induce vomiting, not
too mentioned super heated air and a mist that would leave her face frost
bitten.
The suit was designed to competely restrict her movements. Her hands and
arms were locked into sleeves located on the sides of the suit and her legs were
cuffed together. To add to her discomfort, two wide bands of an elastic material
were fitted around her chest and stomach, making breathing a very laborious
process. Then Judith was lowered into a bath of silicone oil, much the same as
the material sewed into her breasts to augment their size. The tank in which she
was now immersed had the capability to heat the oil to well above the boiling
point of water. This fiendish treatment was quite simple. Her surrounding
environment would be cooking her like some overstuffed turkey, while the brine
probes were freezing her insides solid.
Both the oil and the brine probes would be cycled in a manner guaranteed
to drive her close to insanity and well beyond any pain limit she possessed. To
add to the torment the speakers would be blasting her ear drums with white noise
while the lamp overloaded her optic nerve and the umbilical cord fed her wildly
varying odors that would superimpose a new set of terrible stimuli onto the
subject. The beauty of this treatment was that sooner or later it would start
destroying brain cells and then graduate to shorting out certain portions of the
brain itself. By monitoring Judith's brain wave pattern, Dawn Davis hoped to
demonstrate that she could literally reshape the subject's brain, making her
into a vegetable in the worst case.
(To be continued)