Martha's Prison Adventures
Chapter 2
" You just have to see this bimbo to believe it. The dumb cunt can't
remember from day to day what happened to her. Can you believe it? It's like
Groundhog Day in reverse. Yesterday a few of the guards pounded her asshole
until it looked like a big red doughnut. These modern strap-ons can really
deliver some powerful punishment to a lady's tender parts; sure glad it wasn't
me taking all that plastic. The funny part is her ladyship wakes up this morning
and can't remember how her butthole got so torn up. This is almost too good to
be true. You have just got to get that sweet ass and the rest of yourself up
here to take a crack at her after I've had a crack at that hot cunt and tight
asshole of yours. Tell me you're coming, and in more ways than one I hope."
While Suzi regaled Judge Judith with tales of what poor Martha had been
put through to date, the lady in question was enjoying some quiet time with her
new cell mate, Big Bad. This woman was so evil that there was no noun
sufficiently powerful to describe her. She had arrived full of piss and vinegar
about four years ago, and quickly became a living legend and the one person in
the prison, including the warden, that everyone feared. What Bad wanted, Bad
got, no questions asked. How do you say no to a six-three, 200 pound black woman
with shoulders a linebacker would envy, and a disposition that made the
Tasmanian devil look like a pussy?
Bad's cell was unique in that it had a privacy screen which blocked the
view of the guards while she entertained visitors, or in this case her new
cellmate, Martha Manners. The blonde woman was naked, hands cuffed behind her
back as she knelt and paid homage to the black woman's pussy. There are pussies
and there was Bad's pussy, against which all cunts were measured and found to be
lacking. Presently Martha's face was buried in the mass of thick, black, kinky
pubic hair that grew like a jungle between her muscular thighs and ran up in a
happy trail to Bad's navel.
The massive woman was crooning and gently maneuvering Martha's head to
all her sweet spots so that they could be worshipped. Bad was rather pleasantly
surprised to discover that Martha knew her business when it came to eating
pussy. She had a tongue like a snake and as it wormed and slithered through one
spot to another, leaving a trail of saliva that made her pubes glisten, Bad
sighed and flexed her chiseled body.
"Damn for a white bitch you are one fine pussy eater. Where did you ever
learn to do these things? Did you work at Mary's Wayside Inn and Whorehouse?
Tell me you did, ain't no other place in the world that teaches the tricks you
using on this girl."
If the truth be known, poor Martha was no longer capable of remembering
her own name unless prompted. However four years at an exclusive girls college
located in the deep woods of a desolate New England state had been her training
grounds. She had done post graduate studies in Grenwich Village before it was
turned into a yuppie way station and playground. Her education had continued
when she started as an intern at one of the most prestigious financial
corporations in the entire world, literally serving under the then doyen of
corporate bonds, Ms. Janet Bluestone.
It was Ms. Bluestone who taught her those unique secrets that set Martha
apart from the rank and file lappers and lickers who could not compete when it
came to servicing an important client. Most people forget that the majority of
the nation's wealth is in the hands of shall we say, mature women, many of whom
earned it the old fashioned way by outliving their career-driven husbands. So it
seemed ironic that Martha had come full circle and was now practicing her art on
one of the outcasts of society, like herself now incarcerated in this stone and
steel container.
An hour later Martha was in the final stages of polishing Bad's asshole
to puckered perfection. By now the black amazon was purring like a well fed
lioness. Bad could not ever remember being treated as well as this. She felt so
good that she even dared to consider a long term relationship with this
wonderful tongue and set of lips. It was then that the reality of prison life
intruded. There was a rapping on the bars of her cell and a harsh voice broke
the mood.
"Yo, Bad, we come for the bitch. It's time for her initiation. We'll
have her back in time for you to tuck her in at lights out."
Bad grunted and abruptly pulled herself away from Martha's delightful
tongue. She sighed and said, " You be good now and go with these nice ladies.
They want to introduce you to prison society. It's like a coming out party and
you the deb. They be having your lily white ass back in my crib before the
lights go out. If you be good and don't make too much noise, when you get back I
kiss all your boo boos and make them better for you. Now get!" Martha yelped
when Bad's big hand smacked against her bare rump.
The fact that inmates could wander about freely, decorate and even
shield their cells from prying eyes, and move in and out of their cells in a
maximum security setting was a tribute to the enlightened attitude of their
warden, Ms.Suzi Sykes. In the four years she had served as warden, there had
been only one minor disturbance, not even worthy of being called a riot. The
number of prisoners spending time in solitary confinement was well below one
percent of the population. Ms. Sykes ran a tight, but contented ship thanks to
the amount of freedom her ladies were given within the steel walled borders of
their world.
In Sykes Land, it was don't ask, don't tell, see no evil, hear no evil,
and, what you don't know won't hurt you. Those responsible for prison discipline
usually depended on the inmate leadership to keep a lid on things. The prisoners
were even encouraged to develop their own bonding rituals. It was this side of
life in the joint that Martha was about to experience.
The initiation committee consisting of eight hard faced women, six of
them black or latina, the others white. The leader was a tall, thin, latina with
a variety of tattoos on her arms and neck. She guided the trembling and very
naked Martha Manners in the direction of the showers. She and her companions
made jokes about the fact that Martha was perfectly prepared for what was about
to happen to her. Martha was amazed when the group encountered two guards making
their rounds. They laughed and asked if the group would need any help initiating
her. At this point Martha became very afraid. She was utterly helpless,
completely at the mercy of this angry group of prisoners who let her know in no
uncertain terms that they knew who she was and resented her presence in their
midst.
"We gonna fuck you up good, rich bitch! When your candy ass gets out of
here you're gonna be carrying a few permanent souvenirs of your stay with us.
Count on it, bitch!" This ominous threat penetrated through the electro-shock
induced fog that Martha normally occupied. She shivered in fear, and strangely
enough, anticipation. There was much happening within the mind and personality
of Martha Manners.
Once they got her into the tiled shower area and posted a look out to be
sure that they would not be interrupted, they proceeded to vent their anger on
the helpless woman as only a group of loser class criminals with no future
could. While one "lady" held her in a choke hold the others took turns kicking
her in the crotch and belly. Martha lost her last few meals and then could only
bring up bile as they worked on her midsection with a fury that defied
description. The one holding her got in her licks as she choked out the blonde
woman.
Martha was revived and propped up once more for some new fun and games.
This time they used her for a punching bag. She screamed in agony, her shrill
cries of pain reverberating from the tiled walls. A heavy set black woman began
punching her swollen breasts with sledgehammer like blows. Each time her fist
flattened one of Martha's venom loaded bags, it felt as if it had burst into
flame. Again she sought shelter in unconsciousness.
She awoke on her back looking up at her tormentors. A large shoe entered
her vision and she screamed anew as it crashed into her ribcage sending a lance
of terrible pain through her. They stomped Martha until she was motionless. Even
then she did not receive any mercy. Her legs were spread and they took turns
kicking her in the cunt. Her shaved pussy was a throbbing mass of agony when she
regained her senses. It would get worse for her.
Between the eight women they had three dildos and a vibrator. For some
odd reason it was very difficult to get vibrators smuggled into the prison, even
the small pocket rockets that were so popular these days. One of the dildos had
been made in the prison workshop by one of the more gifted felons. This monster
was over a foot long. The maker had taken some artist's license and its
configuration was exaggerated in ways that made its insertion and exit extremely
painful. Martha was to learn this first hand, so to speak, from a number of
sources.
They placed Martha's body on a low wooden bench and took turns raping
her, some using the strap-on, and mounting her, others assaulting her swollen
pubic area with the wooden tool. This ugly weapon brought shreiks of agony from
her that were so loud that another of the women, a fat bleached blonde, sat on
her face to muffle her cries and enjoy the experience of being eaten by a
champion muff muncher. Those using the other dildo concentrated on stretching
Martha's tender asshole, so recently plundered and plumbed by another group of
tormentors.
The initiation committee rotated from her pubes to her asshole to her
mouth enjoying her superb tongue and knowing lips. Their general feelings about
her oral skills could be summed up in the comment made by one of the black
women," Damn, we got to keep this bitch around, she's better than a vibrator
when it comes to getting me off."
There was still more rituals that had to be observed before they took
what was left of Martha Manners back to her new mistress, Big Bad. While a pair
of the stronger women held her down, another pair bent to the task of tattooing
Martha. They used a set of modified knitting needles, once more compliments of
the skillful craftswoman working in the prison shop, and a special indelible ink
to locate a Chinese symbol just above the top of her cunt. Rumor had it that
this symbol translated to the words "pussy slave", not likely if one knew
anything about the system of Chinese pictographs, but it seemed to work for all
those who were marked with this symbol.
To finish her marking, a thick copper ring was installed in her outer
pussy lip, left side for slaves such as Martha, right for mistresses such as Big
Bad. By the time this was done, Martha had lapsed into a near coma from the
trauma her bare body had experienced this evening. She had still to endure one
last humiliation. The eight women gathered around her senseless body and began
emptying their bladders all over her from head to toe. She awoke in a sputtering
panic, thinking she was drowning. The latina heading the committee smiled evilly
and directed her stream of hot piss directly into Martha's face. There was
nothing the woman could do but lie there and absorb this final degrading act.
Then it was off for a nice long, cold shower, and a dripping wet Martha
Manners was then paraded through the cell block, on her back way to where Big
Bad awaited her arrival. She heard the voices of the other prisoners cursing and
threatening her, but she was too far gone to react normally to them. Her
evening had not yet ended. It was well after curfew before her black mistress
was satisfied with Martha's attention to her musky dripping cunt.
Warden Sykes had returned to her quarters located just beyond the
perimeter that separated the inmates from the long transition zone that ended in
one last barrier to the outside world. This had been her deliberate choice in
order to demonstrate to her charges that she was deeply interested in their well
being. Rumor had it that the warden sometimes entertained the inmate leadership
in the comfortably furnished rooms in which she dwelled. There had never been
confirmation from anyone about this bit of prison legend.
In truth Suzi Sykes did entertain on occasion, but her partners were
limited to members of her elite force of women guards. Access to the warden's
body was a perk that kept these ladies focused on doing a perfect job at all
times. Once Suzi had left college and set out on her career path that had led to
this prestigious position, her tastes in sex partners had begun to narrow. In
truth, she had never gotten over her best buddy Judi, now Judge Judith Longwell.
She discovered to her surprise and delight that becoming exclusively
addicted to women paid enormous dividends. It also allowed her to refine her
bedroom tastes, so to speak. In the early part of her career she gravitated to
strong females who were always her seniors, and quite capable of educating her
both in and out of bed. Once she ascended to a position of power it was her turn
to have protogees to entertain and amuse her as she imparted her experiences and
knowledge to their minds as easily as she insinuated her tongue and toys into
their bodies.
Tonight Suzi was entertaining herself as she typically did, lying naked
on her bed, fresh from the shower. She moved her humming vibrator over those
little areas that only she knew about and shivered as the little buzzing tool
did it job, creating a steady dribbling of pussy juice that oozed from her
swollen cunt lips and snaked across the insides of her pebbled thighs. She was
thinking about the upcoming visit from her dearest friend and bedmate and adding
a fantasy that involved this new prisoner, Martha Manners.
The warden was completely aware that at this very time that bundle of
blondness was ungoing a very painful experience at the hands of what was a cross
section of the prison population. It had been at her order that Martha had been
assigned to Big Bad's cell, sort of a sop to that marvelously contructed black
woman who secretly excited her tremendously. This once powerful woman, now
reduced to being Big Bad's sex toy, had been one of her idols as Suzi moved
along towards the top of her profession. Now at Suzi's bidding, she had been
broken to her will. This kept up the fantasy that she would have Martha as her
personal sex slave for as long as she inhabited this fortess. Suzi had heard the
rumors about Martha being a lesbian, and hoped they were true. Even if they
weren't, she knew she could bend this woman to her needs if it came to that.
Suzi's mind went blank as the first of what would be many powerful orgasms swept
over her body.
( To be continued )
