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Martha's Prison Adventures

Chapter 15

				Martha's Prison Adventures


				      Chapter 15


	To say that warden Sykes disliked Celeste Estrada would be one of those
monumental understatements. During the past year, this dyed-blonde punchboard
had taken it upon herself to do an expose' of prison conditions that featured
purported interviews with prisoners and ex-prisoners who supported her claim
that the prison was in actuality a sweat shop providing vast profits for those
running it, to wit the warden, Suzi Sykes, and her inner circle of cohorts. Suzi
made the mistake of appearing as a guest of this muckraker, and was roasted
unmercifully with a barrage of half truths, innuendos and just plain lies, all
tripping from the carmined mouth of this fugitive from a home for loose women.

	For months afterward Suzi stewed and fantasized about what she would
have done to this harebrained talking head if ever given the opportunity. She
even went so far as to accept suggestions concerning disciplines and punishments
that might be applied to this enemy of the prison should she ever fall into
their hands. Suzi kept a journal containing all the more interesting tortures
and torments that her friends from Room 47, the guard staff and some of the more
violent and sadistic inmates provided to her. She still had the journal and
often leafed through its worn pages whenever she got particularly upset about
something Celeste said about the prison in one of her daily broadcasts.

	Now, at one of the most challenging moments in her career, a time
fraught with peril, who should waltz into her world of steel and stone but that
miserable liar, that totally unreconstructed harlot, the princess of pap, the
whore of Babylon, that peroxide blonde, that blow-up doll complete with her fake
boobs, that standard against which all loose women must be measured, Celeste
Estrada! Suzi Sykes could not believe how the fates had turned against her in
this hour of need.

	Celeste flounced into Suzi's office surrounded by her entourage
consisting of two reporters, if such a word could describe these toadies, two
camera people and one sound person. Suzi literally felt like a deer in the
headlights as the floodlamps from the cameras momentarily blinded her and the
boom hovered inches from her face.

	Celeste launched into her spiel, stating that she had been contacted by
a group of inmates using a cell phone they had liberated from one of the prison
staff members they had placed under their custody. She went on to say that the
inmates had a list of demands that they wanted to negotiate with those in
authority. They went out of their way to state that the warden was not to be
trusted and that they would only deal with a representative of the media, who
would act as an intermediary between themselves and the appropriate
representative from the State Board of Prisons.

	Suzi managed to stay calm by visualizing a stark naked Celeste, bound
hand and foot, being lowered head-first into a vat of bubbling oil as the fuses
on the cannon crackers stuffed up her cunt and asshole burned down in a shower
of sparks. Celeste kept reminding Suzi that this interview was live and being
fed all over the country. Suzi gave her the set speech about not wanting to risk
her safety by allowing her entrance into the prison, which was partially in the
hands of the rioters.

	Celeste persisted, and began to push Suzi into a corner, demanding that
the warden allow her access to those in control of the prison so she could act
in the capacity of a mediator and bring this insurrection to a peaceful
conclusion. Now Suzi saw Celeste hanging by her thumbs, legs spread wide as a
two by four was hammered into her gaping cunt. The faux-blonde newscaster would
never understand why there was this almost serene expression on warden Sykes'
face.

	Suzi thought that her stonewalling had succeeded in thwarting the grand
plans of this empty-headed troublemaker when the newscaster played her trump
card. "It is my understanding that not only is Martha Manners, an extremely high
profile inmate of your institution, in jeopardy from this outbreak of
lawlessness, but you have another even more important person, a jurist, now in
grave danger."  Suzi felt as if someone had hit her with that two by four that
had just been hammered up Celeste's cunt. Her mouth opened in shock, but no
words were forthcoming. There were no comforting visions to fall back on at this
moment; Suzi Sykes was in deep doo-doo and both she and her simpering antagonist
knew it. Suzi sighed and waited for the conditions of her surrender to be put
before her.

	Celeste had the presence of mind, an amazing thing considering her
dullness of wit, to have her feed cut just before she dropped her bombshell on
the shocked prison warden. As Suzi sat there stunned, the blonde leaned over and
told her that she knew all about Judith Longwell and her plan to evaluate the
prison from the inside. It was a convenient falsehood that took Suzi off the
hook when it came to allowing Celeste access to the prison interior so she could
track down the judge. Suzi had to admit that, for an airhead, this one was
outdoing herself. Perhaps there was more behind that simpering face than she
knew. Whatever, this bubble head had Suzi by the throat, and she had no choice
but to go with the flow.

	Less than a half hour later the warden stood by the barred gate
separating her quarters and office from the main part of her prison and watched
the little expedition of news people, escorted by a trio of prison guards,
including Pam Carmody, enter the maelstrom that was sweeping through what once
had been Suzi's orderly world and springboard to future success. She had a
horrible feeling that she was watching her career being swept away. She
shuddered when she realized that her future now was to be determined by the
actions of this publicity-happy news anchor who in all likelihood would throw
her to the wolves the first moment it suited her purpose.

	Celeste had no idea of the danger she was placing herself in as she
wended her way down the long corridors and through seemingly endless numbers of
gates that her little band had to traverse on their trek to the central portion
of the complex where the inmates held sway. Then as they rounded a corner they
were confronted by an angry mob of inmates armed with various homemade weapons
and a few pistols that had been taken from the guards.

	 Unfortunately for Celeste, this group was led by one of the prisoners
who had formerly testified about the less than ideal conditions existing within
the prison. Of course after Celeste got finished editing her comments it sounded
as if she were an inmate of Devil's Island. Naturally the prisoner suffered the
consequences once the imaginary scandal blew over. Three months in solitary was
bad enough, but the nightly visits from the guards who amused themselves by
seeing how far up her ass they could shove thir batons was what stayed in her
mind.

	"Get that honky bitch and do it now!" she screamed. The guards were
swept away in moments by the angry mob and the broadcast feed abruptly came to
an end. All over the nation there was consternation at what had just occurred on
the millions of sets tuned to this event. However in Suzi's office such was not
the case. The warden was smiling grimly at what she had just witnessed. The
bimbo had outsmarted herself and the chickens had evidently come home to roost.
Suzi had recognized the leader of that inmate group, and she understood her
reaction pefectly. "What goes around, comes around" seemed to be a fitting
epitaph for the news anchor's tombstone.

	In less than twenty-four hours after the nation had been shocked by the
brutality associated with the inmate demonstration, order was restored by the
National Guard, ably assisted by the local police. In parallel, a delegation of
lawyers and associates of Martha Manners arrived with court orders in their
hands that bade prison officials to release her immediately into the custody of
her retainers, perhaps to most a fate worse than death.

	At her first press conference Martha Manners expressed her undying
gratitude to a prisoner who went by the outrageous name of Big Bad for saving
her from being severely harmed or even killed by those involved in the prison
uprising. A few months after that national exposure, Bad was paroled into a
half-way house for abused women, and after six months was released into society.
Big Bad now wrestles professionally under the name of Uncaged Fury and is
currently the FWF(Female Wrestling Federation) North American title holder.

	The acting warden, a good friend of one of the state pols who had plenty
of influence, entertained a visit from only one representative of the honorable
judge Judith Longwell. The gentleman in question was the chief justice of the
State Supreme Court and the former speaker of the State Assembly. After their
meeting, it was agreed that all records having to do with prisoner 3435-98-4075S
would be sealed, not to be opened until one year after the death of  Judith
Longwell.

	After a lengthy period of rehabilitation, the jurist resigned from the
bench stating that her weakened physical condition made her no longer fit to
carry out her duties. The honorable judge Judith Longwell, retired, is now a
member of the faculty of a small private college located in another state. She
teaches law and is in the process of writing a book about her experiences on the
bench. Rumor has it that Hollywood is very interested in seeing what she can
deliver in light of the mystery surrounding her last year as a jurist.

	The retired judge has also taken a keen interest in upgrading the lives
of those less fortunate such as the school janitors and maintenance men who all
are of color and poorly educated. The judge is heavily involved in a hands-on
style of teaching that emphasizes close personal contact and role playing that
allows all concerned to become much more familiar with each other's backgrounds
as well as their likes and dislikes.

	It was a typical role playing session being held in professor Longwell's
bedroom. The retired judge was on her back, stark naked, her wrists secured by
ropes to the headboard. Straddling her was a lean black man with an enormous
cock which she was in the process of ingesting, inch by slow inch, her face
approaching a very unhealthy blue color. His companion, a stocky man of color
with a cock that was impressive for its girth was making good progress in
overcoming the tight muscle guarding her rectum.

	He shifted her legs, which were hanging over his shoulders, looked up
and peeked around the back of his companion to get a glimpse of Judith's bluish
face. "Tyrone, don't you think it's time to let the honky bitch take a breath,
she's not gonna last much longer at the rate you is stuffing that cobra down her
gullet." His companion grunted, rotated his hips and forced another couple of
inches down towards her belly. He gave a big sigh as her convulsing throat
muscles began to milk the cum from his huge cock.

	 "Damn, I knew this bitch could do it! She's taking a big load and she's
still awake. I sure would have enjoyed doin' her when she was young." Judith was
too busy trying to stay alive to appreciate the compliment her antagonist had
just given her. According to the timer that was moinitoring their session, she
had another hour and fourteen minutes left before they would have to leave her
to recover for her next class, scheduled for tomorrow night, when she would pull
a train for at least a dozen members of the downtrodden class as her way of
atoning for her lack of sensitivity towards those less fortunate when she was
dispensing justice from the bench.

	
	Suzie Sykes was put on administrative leave for six months while a panel
investigated the causes of the prison riot that had led to a number of deaths
including that of Celeste Estrada. Just before the findings of the panel were
released to the public, Suzie tried to make a deal with the State Board of
Prisons, offering her resignation in return for their promise not to seek prison
time for her contribution to what led to the prison uprising. This move
backfired and the former warden, Suzie Sykes, eventually had to serve a one year
sentence in a minimum security prison. Unfortunately her fame had proceeded her
and life was far from easy during her stay. When she was released, Suzie Sykes
looked as if she had spent the year in a concentration camp, which wasn't too
far from the truth.

	It was 4AM and time for Suzie's day to begin. She had spent that past
six hours naked and handcuffed to her spartan bed, consisting of a wooden
plaform and a layer of burlap upon which she was stretched nightly. For a change
no one had visited her during her sleep, rousing her as they usually did with a
baton jammed between her legs followed by a session with a strap-on dildo or
perhaps a gloved fist, until Suzie was begging for mercy.

	Now she was heading for a two quart ice water enema which she would be
forced to hold by means of a bung until she managed to get her two guards off
with her tongue. Then she'd enjoy a refreshing cold shower and be marched, still
dripping wet, across the compound for her morning birching or a session with the
rubber hose. From there it would be determined by who and what they had
scheduled her for during the day. It was rare when Suzie Sykes had less than her
normal twelve hour day in the private ward that was occupied only by herself.
Today Suzie would be spending quite a bit of time in the electroshock lab, a
place that she dreaded because it made her forget lots of things that she wanted
to tell her visitors who she could see weekly. The oddest thing about her
visitors was that she couldn't remember who they were, which may have been just
as well since they were old enemies who came just for the pleasure of seeing her
on the other side of the screen.

	When she was finally released, Suzie took a position as an advisor to a
small South American country which had a large prison population as the result
of a number of unsuccessful coup attempts. In her spare time she is writing a
book about her life as the warden of a large women's prison. In a strange
coincidence the same publisher that has an option for Judith Longwell's book has
taken an interest in Suzie's manuscript as well.

	As for what happened to Celeste Estrada; that is a subject shrouded in
controversy. She along with a prison guard, Pam Carmody, and one of the inmates,
the one who identified  and caused her to be taken prisoner, were the only ones
who died during this outbreak. Pam Carmody's body was found badly mutilated. Her
death was attributed to blunt force trauma. She had evidently been beaten to
death by persons unknown, before her body was mutilated. The inmate's body was
discovered intact. She had died of stab wounds.

	In the case of Celeste Estrada, very small portions of her body were
discovered in various parts of the prison. Identification was made by DNA
analysis. The total amount of body parts found was in the order of three pounds,
with no single portion greater than a half ounce. It was not possible due to the
small samples available to accurately determine the cause of her death. However
the fact that traces of her bones and some blood were found in the vicinity of
the laundry manglers, as well as on a few of the table saws located in the wood
working shop would indicate that her body had been dismembered.

	How nearly one hundred and twenty pounds of body parts could have
vanished into thin air is a great mystery. To this day tiny portions of her body
continue to show up around the prison. They are considered to be good luck
charms by the inmates and thus it is not possible to accurately estimate just
how much of the brave news anchor has been turned into fetish objects. There is
another group who contend that Celeste's body was eaten by the inmates during
that last day when the prison was finally taken back by the National Guard and
the local police.

	Attempts to interrogate the ringleaders yielded nothing of substance
concerning what happened to her. In summary the panel's final report merely
stated that she was the victim of persons unknown and the cause of her death
could not be established. The details of the investigation have been sealed, not
to be opened for a minimum of forty years.

	In the case of Martha Manners, she was completely exonerated, her
conviction overturned on various legal grounds. Despite the recommendations of
her lawyers she refused to sue the State Prison Board or the then-warden, Suzie
Sykes. Her magnanimous display of mercy did a great deal for her image and
allowed her to quickly regain her position of power in the financial world.
There was even talk of Martha Manners as a serious candidate for Secretary of
the Treasury, if her political party returned to power. The shark had returned,
bigger and if possible, even more hungry for the minnows who dared swim in her
territory.

	Martha even took as a protogee, one of the staff who helped her survive
her ordeal in prison. Dawn Davis proved to be a quick study and soon was ably
assisting Martha as she plowed her competition under and gained even more power,
wealth and prestige. In return, Martha was educating her underling in those
areas of finance that had nothing to do with money, and everything to do with
making the client feel loved in more than the figurative sense. Martha had come
full circle; she now was Janet Bluestone reborn. 

	It was the end of a long and tiring week and Martha felt in the need for
some tender loving care. She was stretched out on her huge bed, naked except for
the gold ring embedded in her left labia majora. Dawn Davis was in the process
of removing her dainty, sheer bikini panties revealing her perfectly waxed pubic
mound with its plump, pink, cunt lips topped by a hooded clit of impressive
size. Her eyes were fixed on Martha's thick lipped cunt and that golden ring
that symbolized her epiphany while she was in prison. Martha was too intelligent
not to have benefited tremendously from her experiences in warden Sykes' world.

	She had employed her wits and sexual prowess to stay alive and sane in a
world that was harsh and uncaring. She had learned about friendship and love
from Bad, of all people. It was a well kept secret, but she had met with her
former cellmate on a number of occasions and in a sense relived the past under
much more amiable conditions. Once they had even included Dawn, and spent the
entire time driving their "victim" to distraction with those little tricks they
had learned in prison, a world beyond Dawn's comprehension despite her proximity
to it.

	Martha smiled when her eyes took in the matching symbol that she had
made Dawn get. In fact she had watched as the tattoo artist worked her magic on
Dawn's skin. Martha had finally satisfied her curiosity concerning the meaning
of the Chinese symbol that had been crudely tattooed just above her vulva. To
her surprise and even delight it translated not to "pussy slave" but to either
"stone" or "pebble", much more meaningful to one like herself who had been
imprisoned. She stretched out her arms and waited for Dawn to settle herself
into her embrace. It was going to be a very tender and most delightful evening
for the pair. Martha had found another piece of herself that she had hidden
away. Now she was like a child with a new toy, a very happy child.



					FINIS


	With his chapter, the first phase of Martha's Prison Adventures comes to
a close. It has been a great deal of fun to churn this one out.  However some of
my other on-going stories have had to wait while Martha was written, and it is
now time to devote some attention to such neglected "epics" as Wayward Wife's
Punishment, The Family Vlad and Livin' In the Country. Once this has been
accomplished, I  may pick up the story which will have Martha, Suzi, Judith,
Dawn and Bad  reunited, but this time as inmates in a foreign prison where such
niceties as food and shelter require some form of payment from the prisoners.
I'll leave the rest to your imagination.



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