Martha's Prison Adventures
Chapter 7
There were six guards waiting for Martha. Most of them were lounging in
overstuffed chairs in various stages of undress. The guard leader, Pam Carmody,
a big, beefy woman in her early 40s with large breasts and a hairy pussy was
completely naked and busily playing with her big clit as she wondered what was
keeping their little playmate. It was a mixed group, a good example of the kind
of racial diversity that warden Sykes was always striving for. She had learned
very early in the game that if you gave those above you what they wanted, they
generally left you alone. To date this approach had pretty much made her an
independent operator.
All eyes immediately turned to the door as they heard the key turn in
the lock; the entertainment had finally arrived. Only two of the group had seen
Martha previously and that was only in passing. Despite her reputation, her
demeanor made her almost invisible to these overseers. However the instructions
and hints from the warden now made her target number one for this group.
Martha was stark naked, her hands cuffed behind her back. Her body had
thinned down some since her arrival, making her seem even less threatening than
her reputation. Carmody beckoned the escorts to bring the prisoner over to where
she was seated.
"So this is the infamous Martha Manners, the shark of Wall Street. She
looks like a guppy to me. Now what's all this nonsense about her having the
ability to turn my strongest guards into whimpering pussies in a matter of a few
minutes? I don't believe it, but I didn't get to be guard supervisor by taking
anyone for granted."
The guards escorting Martha pushed her to her knees before their leader
and waited for instructions. Carmody parted the thick, wrinkled lips of her cunt
and grinned down at the naked blonde before speaking.
"In case you need some reminding, this is a cunt. This is a very special
cunt. It is the cunt that you are going to make very happy with that magic
tongue. I hear tell that you have the ability to turn strong women into sobbing
weaklings. I think that's nonsense! My guess is you sneak up on people because
you don't look very imposing, so they let their guard down and that's when you
do them in. Well honey this old cunt isn't letting her guard down for you or
anyone else."
Carmody looked to the escorts and said, "Put that prod into her asshole
and make sure it goes in all the way. Then give me the red button and stand
back."
The prod was a modified dildo nearly a foot in length. An insulated wire
was attached to the base, much like a taser, and connected to a small hand-held
console that controlled the electrical power that the device could deliver. The
guard lubed it with a conducting paste and jammed it into Martha's asshole,
bringing a gasp of pain from her. She adjusted the base, causing a portion of
the device to expand, securely locking it within Martha's anal cavity.
Pam Carmody shifted her body so that her legs were now splayed over the
arms of the chair, exposing her hairy slot. She crooked her finger in Martha's
direction and said, "Why don't you start by kissing this hot juicy cunt from top
to bottom a couple of times and make sure those kisses are nice and wet. I love
wet, sloppy kisses on my cunt; it gets me to juicing pretty quick."
Martha scooted forward until her tongue could make contact with the
woman's hairy muff. She gave it a tentative lick, a fast probing with the tip of
her tongue to sort of calibrate herself for the job at hand. She was rewarded
with a smack across her head and a gruff warning to do only as she was told. No
free lancing would be tolerated at this point. Martha started kissing the erect
clitoris of the guard leader and then began to slowly work her way to the bottom
of her unwashed cunt mouth, leaving a trail of wet sloppy kisses in her wake.
She back-tracked and Pam sighed with pleasure. Once again she made the trek
through the increasingly wet jungle of Carmody's matted pubic hair. Then Martha
made the mistake of becoming slightly creative.
Martha screamed into the beefy woman's cunt as the prod jolted her anal
passageway. Then she screamed even louder as another jolt followed. The guards
all laughed and made obscene comments concerning her fried asshole and the like.
Pam slammed her fist down on top of Martha's head, jamming it almost down to her
shoulders from the force of the blow.
" Listen you dumb cunt, you do exactly what I say or I'll fry that
asshole until smoke comes out of it. Do you understand what I'm saying?" To
emphasize what she meant, Carmody jacked the power level up and blasted the
blonde's spasming rectum once more. Martha's mouth clamped shut capturing the
woman's cunt lips in what felt like a beartrap. She hollered and then gave
Martha the maximum amount of power that the prod could deliver. The blonde lost
control of her bowels and a stream of odious material somehow squeezed past the
prod and arced onto the floor of the rec room, scattering the guards. Carmody's
fist landed against Martha's temple and she collapsed to the floor, her anus
still squirting.
What followed would etch itself into Martha's memory. It would be
something that she remembered tomorrow and perhaps for all the rest of her
tomorrows as well. The guard supervisor crouched over the stunned blonde and
began to torture her anus with more jolts of electricity as she writhed and
thrashed in her own waste. Then Pam Carmody grabbed her by the hair and ground
her face into the waste she had produced. The guards gathered round and watched
gleefully as Martha Manners was forced to lick up every drop of the slimy,
stinking mess she had made, all the time having her rectum roasted from the
numerous blasts of power that Carmody sent into her.
When Pam was satisfied that everything had been removed from the floor,
she told the guards to bring over the punishment bench that was used to
discipline those special prisoners that required personal and private attention.
Martha was about to join that select group. The dazed blonde found herself on
her back, hands beneath the bench and recuffed, her legs spread and hanging over
the edges of the bench. Then the fun began.
One group of guards lined up so that they could be serviced by the
prisoner's tongue. A second line formed at the other end of the bench; these
guards would torment Martha's cunt. Pam returned to her chair and while the
others did their thing to Martha, she sizzled the hapless blonde's rectum with
jolt after jolt of electricity.
The guards were smart enough to avoid letting her tongue get into their
cunts. Instead, they offered her their buttholes, most of them far from
sanitary. Martha was ordered to lick, kiss and suck each brown eye that was
presented for her attention. She gagged at the taste and smell of the regions
she covered with her flickering tongue. Somehow or another she regained some
memory of the proper way to treat a "puckered pooper", as Ms Bluestone always
described her anus. The guards began to gasp and shake as she did tricks with
her tongue, actually worming it past many of the sphincters she serviced in this
lengthy session.
The other group initially tormented her cunt used fingers and hands,
then as she grew wider, substituted fists, billy clubs and batons to loosen her
up to the point that her cunt gaped even when there was nothing stretching it.
Some even went so far as to bite and chew on her vulva, especially her fat
little clit that was worried and stretched almost continuously. Martha responded
to this treatment by producing copious amounts of cunt cream that was so thick
it could be chewed. The first time she squirted, a new sexual capability that
just seemed to happen without any conscious control from her, the guard who took
the spurts in her face reacted by smashing her fist into Martha's cunt and then
rising up so she could drive her fist into the blonde's groin as well.
Before everyone had taken a turn on both ends of their prisoner, over an
hour and a half had elapsed. Then the two guards who had originally encountered
Martha's eerie powers joined the fun. This time they came equipped with
strap-ons and a number of souped-up vibrators. They proceeded to turn Martha's
cunt into mush and battered her throat to the point that her vocal cords became
so bruised that she was incapable of anything except animal-like grunts and
snorts. This gave the other guards ideas and one by one they left the room to
retrieve their own special toys.
Pam decided that her prisoner had been softened up sufficiently to allow
her the opportunity of providing some of that outstanding tongue to the beefy
woman's dripping cunt. That proved to be a serious mistake in judgment; one that
would cause poor benighted Miss Manners many more hours of terrible pain. At
first when the guard leader settled her hairy pussy down onto Martha's mouth,
things went well. The blonde slowly familiarized herself with the terrain she
had to cover and then launched a lingual assault that was so sudden and so
violent that it overwhelmed Pam Carmody.
By now there were four guards in the room, each equipped with the kind
of sex toys that could easily calm their prisoner down, at least that's what
they had been led to believe based on the blonde's behavior up until now. All
that changed as she went into Martha mode and began gnawing her way through the
forest of thick pubic hair to get at the fetid flesh of Carmody's sodden snatch.
It was like a buzz saw going through pine and Pam could do nothing but gasp for
air and try to balance the incredible pleasure and awesome stimulation her
tingling twat was experiencing. Fortunately for her, the guard who had
personally felt the power of the Martha tongue was one of the four watching this
unequal contest and she stepped over and smashed her elbow down into Martha's
stomach, once, twice and then again, before the blonde finally stopped mauling
the guard leader's cunt.
Martha's victim exacted a horrible penalty for her pain and suffering.
She found the console and proceeded to fry the blonde's rectal area, holding the
red button down for many agonizing seconds, enjoying the grimaces of agony that
played across the prisoner's face. All Martha could do was squeak and
desperately try to dislodge the vicious prod from her asshole, an impossible
task considering there was no way to physically reach the area containing the
modified vibrator. Finally the pain became too much for Martha to bear and she
lapsed into a near coma, her naked body still twitching and spasming from the
brutal amounts of electrical power that were still coursing through her rectal
area.
The angry guard was nowhere near done with her victim. She threw the
console aside and squatted down beside the senseless woman and began to punch
away at the mouth of her cunt. After a number of vicious blows, Martha's snatch
was breached to the point that Pam could get her entire hand inside it and form
a fist. She then proceeded to punch her way up the blonde's stretched vaginal
canal until she finally reached her cervix. Pam then began to brutally pound
away at the entrance to the prisoner's uterus. Despite her best efforts she was
unable to move into that narrow necked chamber and had to be satisfied with
trying her best to totally ruin Martha's internal sex organs.
She now decided to spend some quality time working on Martha's butthole.
With some help she flipped the prisoner onto her stomach and used a couple of
straps to hold her firmly to the bench. Her hands were now cuffed behind her
back. Pam removed the prod from the blonde's asshole which gaped open like a
cave once it was removed. It was introduced into her well-fisted, fucked out
cunt. It took some doing to get it properly seated within Martha's loosened
vagina, and then Pam checked it out by firing a burst of electricity into the
blonde's twat which made the woman try to raise herself completely off the
bench.
Carmody jammed a long thick piece of hard rubber into Martha's gaping
hole and then amused herself by moving it in and out and from side to side in
her sore back channel. She then donned a strap-on dildo that appeared to be
modeled after some large jungle animal and rammed it deep into Miss Manners'
spasming asshole. Then she began to saw away inside the helpless victim, working
the club-like battering ram deeper and deeper into Martha's rectum. The blonde
stock market maven raised her head in agony and tried to move herself in any
direction to escape the lancing pain that radiated from deep inside her
overstuffed passageway.
The other guards began to use Martha's throat for their toys, choking
her with big thick pieces of plastic and rubber which also scraped her talented
tongue until it was raw and bleeding. Over and over they forced the woman to
bring up bile from the gag reflex they kept triggering. Again and again they
filled her throat to its limit, cutting off any air to her lungs. They would
take bets on how long it would take for Martha to pass out from this cruel
treatment.
It took another two hours before Pam Carmody decided that prisoner
Manners had been punished enough for her behavior. There wasn't much left of
poor Martha, both her holes were raw and bleeding, her throat muscles had been
strained to well beyond their limit, and her vocal cords had been rubbed raw,
depriving her of the power of speech. As a farewell to her, Pam held the red
button on the console down for nearly a minute, giving Martha's worn out cunt a
blistering barrage of electricity that literally burned away portions of the
mucous membrane lining that once sheathed her twat. For nearly a week afterwards
Martha could not handle so much as a finger being inserted into her cunt because
of the pain it generated. This provided great sport for the guards and became an
effective way of controlling her when she was pleasuring a cunt with her
turbocharged tongue.
That very night Suzie Sykes had them transfer the prisoner to her
quarters for the evening. She was very much aware of what had happened in the
guard rec room. Now she wanted to gauge for herself whether this draconian
treatment had brought about some reduction in Martha's frenzied style of
love-making. To her delight Martha proved to be quite docile, licking the
warden's pussy with skill but lacking the wild enthusiasm she normally
displayed. When Martha's mouth fastened itself to Suzi's asshole she heard a
heavenly choir singing gently in the background. It was a serene and triumphant
moment for the dark haired woman. Now if only Judge Judith Longwell would call
announcing the time for her visit to Suzi's steel and stone empire.
(To be continued)
