Martha's Prison Adventures
Chapter 8
Initially when Suzi took the call from Judge Judith, she was ecstatic,
thinking that her old friend had finally managed to put her visit to Suzi's
empire on the calendar. Instead the conversation soon degenerated into another
set of excuses for why she could not come for at least another month. Suzi bit
her tongue until it bled as she listened to the litany of reasons that her
former fuck buddy provided for once more standing her up. To Suzi, that was the
last straw. As far as she was concerned, her old friend had gotten way too big
for her breeches and she needed someone to take her down a peg or two, someone
like Suzi. The warden began to plan for a visit that her friend, the judge,
would never forget once she did honor her with her judicial presence. In the
meantime there was always the new and improved Martha Manners to keep her well
taken care of where it mattered. Life would still be a most pleasurable
experience.
For the first week Suzi kept Martha securely restrained while they made
passionate love, or what passed for love in this prison setting. Suzi gave
almost as much as she received, spurred on by some of the best cunt lapping and
muff munching she had ever experienced. Martha's tongue was indeed magic; it
seemed to know exactly where to go at any given moment without any urging from
the warden. All she had to do was make sure her cunt was pressed to Martha's
mouth, then relax and enjoy whatever treat the blonde sex machine decided to
give her.
If Suzi had been a bit more perceptive, and a little less enamored with
Martha's talents, she might have realized that her bedmate was slowly but surely
becoming the dominant one in these nighty encounters of the marvelous kind. In
her defense what woman would have become suspicious of a lover who could, in the
space of a single night, produce waves of orgasms that ranged from the volcanic
to the mellow. Not only that, this bundle of blondeness could perform this
miracle nightly without seeming to ever repeat herself. To Suzi she lacked
nothing as long as she had Martha's tongue and lips to attend her after every
long hard day she spent running her prison.
Martha also catered to Suzi's need to dominate, or so it seemed. After
all there was very little she could do to avoid becoming passive when she was
naked, with her wrists and ankles cuffed to the corners of the warden's large
bed. Suzi derived a great deal of pleasure from teasing Martha to the verge of
orgasm and then denying her that last little push that would send her over the
edge.
For all her sexual talents, Martha was still vulnerable to the insistent
probing she received from Suzi. Gradually many of her secret places were
discovered and pillaged. Martha would writhe in agony and sometimes ecstasy as
Suzi's knowing tongue slid over her sweaty armpit, pausing to suck on that
little dimple that she had ferreted out after hours of investigating, and
laughing to herself as Martha's body stiffened and her cunt juices began to flow
from her gaping cunt that had been previously treated to a lengthy bout of
fisting or perhaps a session with the pocket rocket vibrator that could make her
clit stand up and act like a tuning fork.
Suzi had come to know how Martha's sexual apparatus was wired together.
No matter how skilled the teaser was, the net effect was always determined by
which step followed which step. For example no amount of sucking, kissing,
licking or biting of Martha's super-sensitive armpit area could cause her to
react unless previously her cunt had been handled roughly with no concern for
her enjoyment of whatever act it was. This was why Suzi always either fisted her
or tormented Martha's clitoris prior to stimulating her secret spot. Had Suzi
not become so proficient at playing Martha Manners' body like some musical
imstrument, perhaps she would not have stimulated the development of some new
synaptic paths in the woman's brain that allowed her to slowly regain her short
and long term memory. The more Martha remembered of her former self and what she
had so far experienced in prison, the more dangerous she became to Suzi.
The evening that Suzi freed Martha from her bonds after that magic
tongue had turned her into a quivering ball of raw cunt, was a memorable one for
both parties. By now Martha was already beginning to scheme to take control of
the warden for her own objectives which were three in number. Suzi would pay
dearly for her part in causing Martha so much pain and humiliation while she had
been in this place. The judge would suffer an even worse fate once she arrived
for her visit. Martha would exploit her control over these two women to regain
her freedom, and even more importantly, restore her good name.
If all went well, these two haridans would spend time behind bars and be
disgraced for the rest of their lives. Perhaps when they were released, Martha
would have them kidnapped, tortured and sold into sexual servitude in some third
world brothel. The blonde shark was rapidly rounding into form.
Since Suzi was oblivious to what was occurring within her sex toy's
mind, she had no compunctions about confiding in Martha, telling her of the
plans she was making for the judge's visit, her problems handling the prison,
and her dreams for when she had total control over her former friend. Martha was
amused at her cheek for daring to include her in a threesome with these two evil
creatures who were responsible for her degradation. Martha had a different type
of threesome in mind, one involving those two and a well endowed horse.
However tonight she was determined to turn the tables on her former
captor, and she would do it with her favorite weapon, her astonishing ability to
bring Suzi to the limit when it came to fantastic orgasms. As soon as Martha was
free of the manacles she attacked Suzi's pussy with a fervor that took the very
breath from the warden's lungs.
Martha gave Suzi a taste of how triple tongue-fucking felt and was
pleased at the flow of cunt cream that little trick produced. She followed that
up with a whirlwind tour of every erogenous zone on Suzi's shivering body. It
was as if the warden was a submarine being shaken by a series of depth charges
that came closer and closer to finishing the helpless craft as it was buffeted
by wave after wave of pressure.
Martha brought her to the edge and then let her fall for miles as she
exploded into a stream of orgasms that merged into one gigantic assault of her
very essence. Suzi swooned and went into a shock-induced sleep that lasted until
the next morning. It was truly poetic justice when Suzi Sykes awoke with only a
very vague memory of the cataclysmic experience she had endured.
Any concerns about what Martha might have done while Suzi was in this
strange state were completely put to rest when she felt the warm, wet tongue of
her blonde lover worming its way into her cunt so that it could begin stirring
up the juices that seemed to have been frozen in situ when Suzi departed for
places unknown last evening. Moments later she was shaken gently by the first
orgasm, a shimmering wall of softness and light playing over her mind. In her
blissful state she was totally ignorant of the smile playing over Martha's face
as she began the lengthy process of sucking the life from her former captor.
On another front, things were heating up between Bad and the young woman
now in charge of her well-being, so to speak. Since the black amazon was no
longer considered to be anything more than a minor nuisance, the Room 47 group
paid little attention to what was happening to the prisoner. To Dr. Haley Paige,
with the ink still drying on her PhD degree, this was a marvelous opportunity to
test out her hypothesis that love rather than violence could tame the more
recalcitrant prisoner. In her case love meant plenty of sex served hot and kinky
every hour on the hour if necessary. She also had no scruples about involving
herself directly in this form of therapy.
She had been taught well by her advisor, a woman in her 50s who had a
masterful way of expanding Haley's consciousness through the judicious
application of finger, fist, tongue, lips, mouth, dildo and vibrator to her
youthful student's vagina and surrounding environs. Haley became her star pupil,
even sharing the professor's home, especially the nice big bed that was to
become the laboratory in which the professor proved her theory to her willing
understudy. To say that this young woman was of the lesbian persuasion would be
like describing the Mona Lisa as just a big post card.
Bad on the other hand knew exactly who she was and what turned her on.
She loved young pussy, especially young pussy that enjoyed chowing down on Bad's
bush. Now technically Martha was not young pussy, far from it, but her magic
tongue made her the exception to the rule. So when this young white girl
explained what she wanted to try on Bad, the woman thought she had died and gone
to heaven.
She signed the release form without hesitation; it gave Dr. Paige the
right to publish the results of her research, and a bit more. In fact it
released her from any responsibility for physical, mental or emotional
impairment that might result as a direct consequence of the procedures employed
in this research study. As far as Bad was concerned this little deal meant no
more prison cell, no more guards pounding her to a pulp, no enemies to watch out
for and a chance to plot and scheme so that she could once again have that tasty
tidbit, Martha Manners, polishing her private parts with her magic tongue.
It turned out that there was a down side to this arrangement. Ms Paige
insisted that the subject be restrained during her lengthy therapy sessions.
Worse still, this piece of white bread would be calling the shots when it came
to who did what to whom. In essence, Bad had volunteered to become a sort of
crash test dummy. This proved to be a very dangerous thing for many reasons. The
good doctor's, (Haley insisted on being called Doctor Paige) version of love and
what Bad defined that word to be were distinctly different. Bad was to pay the
price every day for her lack of caution and the fact that she had a hard time
understanding words with more than one syllable.
So for the next two weeks Bad and her former playmate, Martha Manners,
independently plotted to exact revenge on warden Sykes, while at the same time
doing their best to keep from being exposed by the prison authorities. For
Martha this was less of a problem since she had an edge on Suzi Sykes, who was
rapidly becoming addicted to the Martha tongue and all the extras that came with
it. Bad in contrast had a lot more on her mind than plotting and scheming; she
was also kept very busy trying to avoid being turned inside out by the various
treatments her little white buddy was trying out on her.
Acting dumb was getting to be more of a chore for Martha Manners as each
day went by. Things were fairly straight forward during the evenings when she
only had to keep the warden happy, a simple matter made somewhat more
complicated by having to pull her punches, so to speak. On occasion Martha could
not resist scrambling Suzi's brains with a mind bending orgasm that just seemed
to bloom out of thin air, explode deep within the woman's body and then quickly
evaporate while her head seemed to be rotating upon her shoulders, making her
rather queasy.
In the case of Bad there were long hours strapped down to a metal table,
usually on her back, completely naked, and utterly helpless. There was nothing
she could do to prevent the various probes, monitors, stimulators and other
mechanical contrivances that were utilized by the good doctor from wringing out
every drop of pussy juice from her perpetually sore cunt.
When Bad wasn't being made to get off to the point that it actually
exhausted her to squeeze off another orgasm, she was watching porno films
showing all sorts of naked women of all ages, shapes and colors working out on
each other with all sorts of buzzing things made from metal, plastic and rubber.
Some of them were things Bad had never imagined existed. It got even weirder
when she would find herself having one of these very same multicolored,
blinking, pussy punishers inserted into her vagina where they would hum and spin
producing some of the wildest cums she had ever had.
She began to develop a healthy respect for these advanced twat toys, as
she called them. Her poor body was relatively primitive when it came to what
turned it on; these toys did not respect any limits, be they physical, mental or
emotional. Bad had never passed out from having a good cum in her life. Now she
was blacking out regularly, nearly every session. Bad knew she was in trouble
when she started having super Os that knotted up her pussy for a half hour
afterwards. By the second week Bad was reduced to a shell of her former self.
Dr. Paige was delighted at the results. Unfortunately for the black amazon, her
tormentor was curious as to what kind of limits needed to be established in
order for this procedure to be applied to the prison population as a whole.
Suddenly things were about to come to a head. Judge Judith Longwell had
unexpectedly decided to spend ten days as the guest of Warden Suzi Sykes. It was
her intention to spend part of that time in cognito, in order to truly
experience the penal environment to which she had sent many people, both men and
women. The only person who was privy to this idea was her good friend and former
fuck buddy, the warden. The judge was about to step into a situation without the
kind of protection she was accustomed to having. She did not know this of
course. Had she been aware of the potential for grave physical and mental harm,
and perhaps a threat to her very career, she never would have suggested such a
radical plan. However the die was cast. Prisoner 3435-98-4075S, AKA Judith
Longwell, was about to be processed into the prison within the next twenty-four
hours.
(To be continued)
