Martha's Prison Adventures
Chapter 6
Upon returning Martha to her cell, the two guards decided to sample the
merchandise. The naked blonde offered little resistance since she still was
secured with the ties. Martha knelt on the cold concrete floor and watched the
two women strip down to reveal two very thick and unruly bushes guarding their
cunts. "Do your thing honey, and make it good." the larger of the two said,
pressing her ripe and rancid muff to Martha's face.
For a few seconds nothing happened and then the blonde got busy with a
vengeance. The guard's eyes got wide and then her breathing went from normal to
gasping as she felt the first faint signs of something happening deep inside her
unwashed pussy. It didn't take long for the feeling to blossom into a small
internal explosion, the first of many. The guard grabbed two fistfuls of blonde
hair and held on for dear life as the talented tongue of Martha Manners went
into overdrive. It did not take long for the woman to realize that she was not
in control of the situation. At about that time the first of the big ones rolled
through her quivering body.
Her companion was taking all this in with eyes that got wider with time
as she witnessed the transformation of her partner. To her it looked as if
Martha was chewing her way through her partner's pussy. The heavy set guard was
staring off into space, her body trembling and then quaking as one after
another, the orgasms ripped through her. She began to drool, her lips quivering.
She started pumping her hips, driving her spasming cunt into Martha's face.
Nothing she did seemed to effect the blonde who just kept on tonguing and
sucking away on her victim's private parts. The guard began to howl, her head
thrown back like a wolf baying at the moon. The hairs on the back of her
partner's neck stood at attention. She had never seen anything like this in her
entire life.
The guard summoned up enough energy to push Martha away, but it was only
a brief respite. The woman had expended too much of her strength coping with the
powerful reactions of her nervous system to Martha's magic tongue and she fell
prey to the enticements offered by the naked woman kneeling before her. Once
more the guard hurled herself into the maelstrom created by Martha's vacuuming
mouth. Now it was as if she were a cork upon a wave, totally helpless against
the incredible sensations being generated within her sweaty body. Suddenly she
let out a loud scream that turned into a wavering warble; Martha had drained her
dry and now was consuming the husk that was left. The guard gave a great shudder
and collapsed into a puddle of sweaty remains beside the incubus that had just
feasted on her.
The other guard decided to play it safe after what she had seen. It took
her a few minutes to get dressed and to rouse her partner from the stupor in
which she had settled once Martha was finished doing her. "What the hell
happened to you?" she asked once her companion was fully awake. The heavy set
woman gave her a blank stare followed by a deep sigh, before replying.
"It was like being in a big washing machine at first and then after the
rinse cycle I was on a roller coaster that was doing corkscrew turns and loops.
After that I went down this black hole and there was some kind of a bright light
and I heard voices singing. Where was I? How come I didn't see you there? I
think it might have been less scary if you were with me."
Her partner shook her head at this almost incoherent response and helped
her get back into her uniform. All the while Martha patiently waited for them to
remove her bonds so she could get some sleep. Her long day had just gotten a bit
longer. The former titan of Wall Street was too tired to realize that she had
just added to the legend of Martha Manners.
In another part of the prison, Big Bad was undergoing the initial
treatment recommended by the facility's section leader. She watched with great
interest as the black amazon was given injections of powerful sex stimulants.
They were being administered via the same kind of needles used by veterinarians.
To make sure that the prisoner would get the maximum effect from the drugs, she
was receiving them in her erogenous zones. A smile crossed the section leader's
face as she watched the long needle plunge straight into the clitoris of the
muscular black woman, the first of a series that would saturate her vulva and
vagina causing her to reach a state of sexual frenzy that would strain her body
to its limit, and perhaps do even worse things to her mind.
Bad nearly ruptured herself as she reacted violently to the terrible
pain associated with both the injection process and the reaction of the drugs
with her nervous system. Bad was a simple woman with simple tastes when it came
to things sexual. There was nothing sophisticated or refined about her tastes in
that area. What she was now beginning to experience was new and after a time
quite frightening. When they injected her in the armpits she started to thrash
mindlessly against the bonds securing her to the metal table. Her reactions
became stronger after she took shots in the hollows back of her knees. She
began to pound her head against the table in a blind attempt to render herself
unconscious when she took a second series of shots in her labia, clitoris and
then had a special flexible needle used to inject drugs directly into the walls
of her vagina. She felt as if she was aflame and at the same time she had this
overwhelming urge to have something, anything that was large, filling her cunt
to its limit.
Her agonies intensified when at a signal from the section leader her
breasts were injected with a vicious mixture consisting of concentrated bee
venom, essence of jalapenos plus nettle oil. As her screams grew louder and then
became hoarse, the chemical cocktail that was slowly filling her breast tissue
began to cause itching and then swelling. The noise she was making was so loud
and sustained that they had to gag her with a wet towel. They continued to give
her massive breasts injection after injection as they grew larger and the skin
covering them began to be stretched to its limit. She passed out when they gave
her a big dose right through the center of one nipple. They revived her with
smelling salts so she could experience this delightful agony a second time as
her other nipple was pierced to its core.
During the next hour Bad's breasts went from their original 39C to a
gargantuan 45DD. The swelling was so rapid that portions of the skin covering
these monsters began to give way, only adding to her agonies. Now the next phase
of the treatment went into effect. A long, very thick metal probe was inserted
between her bloated pussy lips and slowly began to move into her cunt, spreading
the pulpy flesh back into a thin line as it traversed the length of her
twitching, sodden tunnel.
The probe stopped once it made contact with Bad's cervix. Then the
monster began to grow even thicker. It was possible to see the outline of the
probe beneath Bad's stretched skin. The prisoner was blowing snot bubbles as she
experienced the awesome power of the penetrating probe. Then it began to
oscillate, slowly at first, testing the limits of Bad's tunnel before increasing
its speed. Then it began to withdraw, slow inch by slow inch; all the while Bad
was slamming her head against the table and frantically trying to rip free of
the heavy straps that contained her. It took some minutes for all but an inch of
the probe to reappear, covered with cunt slime.
This time its entry was much faster and it literally punched into the
black amazon's cervix, causing her to be sick to the pit of her stomach. For the
next half hour the monster assaulted every square inch of Bad's cunt, moving
faster and faster with each pass. Bad was at last getting her wish; she was
filled completely and the friction was beginning to feel good despite the
stretching and tearing of her insides. Now the probe was coated with cunt cream
mixed with blood and Bad was no longer struggling against her bonds. She had
gone catatonic, her eyes wide open but fixed on nothing. Then the first orgasm
struck her like the hammer of Thor. Her face seemed to elongate as she screamed
soundlessly into the wet towel. It was only the first of a seeming endless
stream of mind blowing explosions that radiated from her cunt which was also
squirting like a fire hose, delivering a spray of liquid love juice that had a
sickly sweet aroma to it, like some kind of rotting matter from the swamps.
The section leader smiled coldly and directed the operator to give Bad
maximum thrust and maximum speed. The pistoning action became almost blurred as
the probe reamed out Bad's swollen, sore cunt. She began to pump her hips in
rhythm with the metal monster, hoping to get another of those massive toe
curling rushes. Bad was not to be denied and she went off like a rocket,
squirting and spurting, her sweat covered body shaking and twisting as she
ruined her insides like some crazed animal blindly pushing a lever that supplied
it with food. Abruptly the machine stopped, leaving Bad hanging in mid-air, so
to speak. It was time for the next phase to begin.
The table to which the prisoner was bound now moved into a vertical
position, easily constraining its human cargo. Another piece of machinery was
activiated, two metal plates that glided out to encompass Bad's mammoth breasts.
Once they were in place the operator hit a switch and they moved silently
towards each other, squeezing Bad's breasts down with such force that a stream
of liquid issued from the nipples. Bad's eyes bulged from their sockets as her
giant tits were slowly flattened into a pair of misshapen lumps of bruised and
bleeding flesh. She passed out from the pain.
After a time her breasts became numb from the constant force being
applied to them from both sides. They were able to revive her so she could
suffer even worse agonies. The plates suddenly released themselves from her
mashed mammaries, only to be replaced by a pair of steel rollers. One of the
other members of the staff guided Bad's bleeding bags of crushed flesh into the
jaws of the rollers and smiled as they began flattening those once proud
beauties to thin strips of mutilated flesh and skin. Bad once more escaped into
unconsciousness. It was time for the final phase of the process to take effect.
The table was reset to its original position and the electric generator
was wheeled close to the table. Bad hardly noticed what was happening, her focus
was on her mutilated breasts that flopped almost into her armpits due to their
elongated shape and thinness. Bad did respond when the conducting paste was
applied to her temples. She had already taken a number of jolts during the day
or night; the poor prisoner had lost all track of time by now.
The section leader spoke to the generator operator, discussing the
amount of power and the duration that it would be put through Bad's brain.
Finally she was satisfied with the profile that their prisoner would be
receiving, and she signaled for the procedure to begin. There was no ramp up to
a maximum for Bad; she got it all, a thirty second dose of one kilowatt plus,
for openers. The black amazon jerked and quivered, her teeth biting down on the
hard rubber insert designed to prevent her from chewing or swallowing her tongue
as she was fried. A faint wisp of smoke was noticed rising from the paste. This
was not the first time that had happened. The leader wondered how long it would
take to burn away all the flesh covering that portion of her skull. Perhaps the
final jolt, scheduled for a duration of ninety seconds might provide an answer.
To the amazement of everyone Big Bad managed to survive without any
evidence of diminished mental capacity. The leader was bitterly disappointed at
the outcome. She dared not to go higher in power and there had been no
relationship observed between the shortest and longest duration she was juiced.
Her only theory was that Big Bad's brain was quite primitive and therefore had
fewer working synapses, but the ones that did function were much stronger than
those comprising the more sophisticated brain of someone like Martha Manners.
Whether or not this theory held water was of no consequence, electro-shock
"therapy" did not seem to be the answer to taming this prisoner.
Naturally there were other approaches that had not been utilized up
until this point. She wondered how Bad would react to the scorpion stings, or
better still the venom of the scorpion fish. That would be fun to watch as the
prisoner was dragged through water populated with electric eels and various
poison-spined fish. For the moment she was tired, and decided to turn the
operation over to her second-in-command, a young, extremely eager woman with a
taste for violence and blood. She made a mental note to caution that individual
not to overcompensate for her lack of experience by pushing the prisoner beyond
the limits established by more senior members of the section.
Martha had quickly fallen asleep once her two keepers had left her. She
awoke the next morning and wondered how she had gotten into these rather spartan
accommodations. The old Martha would have begun pounding on the door screaming
at the top of her lungs that someone was going to get sued over this. The new,
more subdued version merely sat on the cold floor waiting for someone to open
her door and perhaps provide something to eat. She would get her wish, but only
after a number of hours of waiting, and the meal would not be what she expected.
During her wait she needed to relieve herself and used the plastic bucket
located in the corner of her cell.
When the door finally opened she faced two rather large muscular women
in uniform who stared coldly at her as they entered. "OK bitch, strip down and
bend over so we can check you out for any hidden contraband," one of them said
in a stern voice. Martha immediately complied with the order, shucking off her
prison dress and sliding her white cotton panties down to stand there naked. The
guards smirked at the sight of her bare body. Considering that she was on the
wrong side of forty and had spent many years carefully dieting and exercising in
order to project a physical image of strength, vibrant health and energy, her
body wasn't all that bad.
"I see she's been properly initiated into prison society. Pussy slave
indeed! Let's just see how good this little cunt really is. You want to check
out that poop chute or shall I do the honors?" The speaker's companion gave her
a nasty grin and approached the buxom blonde, whose tits still were responding
to the concoction that had been used to reinflate them after her stringent
mammograms.
"OK blondie, bend over and spread those cheeks for me. Don't act dumb,
you've done this drill before." Unfortunately for Martha every day was a brand
new start and so she was not as familiar with prison procedure as might be
expected. Her slow response was rewarded with a sharp blow across her kidney
area from the guard's baton. Martha grunted in pain and quickly grabbed her
cheeks and pulled them apart as far as she could. The next thing she felt was
the entry of the long wooden club into her wornout asshole.
"Damn, that cunt's shitter is swallowing my club whole! This little
bitch has been around the block more than a few times since she got here; either
that or she was some kind of a part time hooker on the outside." The guard
snorted and applied some muscle to the baton and watched Martha's asshole
swallow another couple of inches before she let out a shocked squeal as the club
bottomed out inside her rectum.
The guard amused herself by moving the embedded club from side to side,
producing gasps of distress from the blonde prisoner. Twice she attempted to see
if she could jam another inch or so of her baton into Martha's rectum, but was
rebuffed. She yanked the club free of the woman's gaping asshole and ordered her
to lick it clean of the secretions and various debris that it had dislodged from
within Martha's anal passageway. The blonde did not respond quick enough to this
disgusting request, and was rewarded with a vicious jab to her already sore
kidney area. Within seconds of recovering from the pain that blow had caused,
Martha was on her knees, her mouth working on the baton as the guard tried to
jam it down her throat.
It was the other guard's turn to further humiliate Martha, and she
wasted little time. Soon the former diva of Wall Street was standing with her
fingers holding her cunt lips apart so the guard's baton could probe the length
of her "fuck tube". The club went in slowly and moved from side to side as more
and more of its length was wedged within the woman's vagina. Martha could not
help reacting every time the baton scraped the tender walls of her sex channel.
The prisoner cried out in agony when the club struck her cervix and attempted to
punch its way into her empty uterus.
"She's clean as can be," remarked the guard as she pulled the baton from
Martha's cunt.
Her companion shrugged and answered. "OK, let's take the prisoner down
to the rec room and see what all this talk about her magic tongue is all about.
The other ladies are probably wondering what's taking us so long."
The trio marched down the long corridor, Martha still naked and her
hands cuffed behind her back. For some reason she knew that where she was going
was not a place she had ever been before, and worse still it was not going to be
a pleasant experience for her.
(To be continued)
