Yahoo Prison

Chapter 3

Friday came, I had hardly been able to contain myself, in the preceding days, watching her prance about, seeing her undress at night, imagining what was to come.

I had told her we were going to see a friend at the prison, 5pm were 'visiting hours'. I got her to dress as I wanted, simple but sexy, tight blue jeans, trainers, and a tight white t-shirt. Underneath I noticed her put on her sheer black bra and knickers.

On arriving at the jail it was all I could do not to cream myself there and then, Greg and a couple of other guards meeting us, all formal and professional. I was to go one way to be 'searched' prior to visiting, she was to go into another room. Once she had gone Greg relaxed.

'What will happen to her now?' I asked.

'Nothing immediately,' he replied, 'you remember the room under the auditorium? She will be taken there and held until the show is ready to begin, then, she will be very busy.'

I followed Greg, back towards the auditorium. As we got closer I could hear the rising noise of a crowd. Entering the room I saw a busy scene, all the seats were full, except a couple at the front where we were to sit. As we entered, the room hushed and then there was a cheer for me.

There was suddenly silence again as the screens above flickered into life.

As we all watched I could see the room below the auditorium. We watched as the external door opened and my wife appeared, she looked as I last saw her, but slightly disheveled, she was dragged in by two guards, one on each arm. They threw her down on the floor and left, shutting the door behind them.

200+ pairs of eyes watched as Elena picked herself up off the floor and started looking around. Everyone was studying her intently as she looked around, body shown nicely in her clothes. We watched as she took in the room, the chains on the walls, the stained floor, and laughed as she started banging on the door, her screams of anger and vengeance relayed over the speakers.

After maybe 10 minutes of watching the Warden entered the ring with 4 of the biggest most ripped guys I had ever seen. Motioning to two of them we watched as they disappeared down into the holding sell and saw them appear on the screens. Elena on seeing them backed slowly into the farthest corner, then as they came closer kicked out suddenly, catching one right in the balls and sending him to the floor. I had to laugh, just as I hoped, as feisty and tough as ever. The guy still standing got a good fist across his nose as he managed to grab her, pinning her arm up high behind her back.

As they brought her up, the place went silent, a guy on each side, pinning her arms up between her shoulder blades, her body pulled up, taut by the pressure, tummy flat, peeping out between her shirt and her jeans, legs long, bra pushed out. She was shouting and screaming, spitting, kicking, but stopped suddenly as she saw the arena, the crowd, then started again, re-doubling her efforts.

The warden motioned and another two guards approached the struggling Elena cautiously, bending down they grabbed her legs, attaching a leg iron to each ankle and then each via a hook to a ring in the floor. Next they took what appeared to be a broom handle and pushed it between Elena's back and her pinned arms, so it ran parallel to her bent arms. These were then tied off securely to the wooden bar. Next a noose was lowered from a ceiling winch, and placed around her neck, there was a clack, clack as the winch was tightened a little, drawing Elena's already taut body up further, and securing her in a standing position. The Guards stepped back.

The Warden looked round at the crowd, arms wide and a roar went up. What a sight she was, pulled up tall, feet anchored to the floor, back arched and chest thrust out, t-shirt hanging off her breasts, a 2 inch gap between her tight jeans and her top.

'What would you all like first?' came the question.

A murmur and then 'strip her, strip her, strip her' came the chant.

The Warden walked up to Elena and said something quiet to her, her face went from fear to anger and she spat full in his face. A roar went up, but the warden just smiled, wiping his face with his sleeve.

'She'll suffer badly for that later' Greg said standing next to me.

The Warden began to stroke and touch Elena, running his hands over her taut struggling body, her ass, her tummy, pushing her shirt up to her breasts, her taut tummy breathing in and out, bottom of her black bra visible, grabbing her cunt through her jeans and giving it a good squeeze.

He then stood back and took a knife from one of the guards. He approached her, grabbing the front of her t-shirt, she spat at him again. The warden just smiled, spittle dripping off his chin. Her slowly sliced her t-shirt from neck to waist, and pulled it violently open and back onto her shoulders. The crowd strained forward to see better. Elena closed her eyes. The shape of her breasts were visible under her sheer bra, the shadow of her nipples clearly showing, her tummy curving down to her jeans.

The jeans were next, until she was standing in her black bra and knickers, standing taut, displayed, chest thrust forward, ass out, tummy slightly curving to her knicker band.

'Auction time,' shouted the warden. 'What will be bid to remove her lovely underwear and show us all what we have to work with?'

The bids came in;

'A pick of cigs'

'3 phone cards'

After a couple of minutes a small weasel like guy won, with, 'a home made dildo'

He stepped down to the arena with the dildo proudly held aloft, nothing to impressive about it, 10 inches long perhaps and 2 inches wide, but as he handed it over to the warden, he twisted the end and as he did about 100 little drawing pin spikes moved out from its body, to protrude about a quarter of an inch. The Warden smiled and took it, motioning over to Elena, who had redoubled her struggling, which just had the effect of making her look even hotter.

The weasel walked round her several times, allowing his hand to trail over her body as he did. He stopped in front of her, running his hands slowly up and down her sides. He took the wardens knife and slipped it under the front of her bra. It pinged to her sides and fell to her floor. Again the crowd strained.

Her breasts were not big, maybe only a b cup, but pulled taut by the position of her tight body, they looked fantastic, half inch soft nipples sticking out, and a wonderful shape running from her neck down to her tummy button. I could now see she was beginning to gleam, sweat I guess, from fear, and the heat of the lights on her. The weasel felt up her breasts, pulling and squeezing, Elena kept her eyes closed.

'Any verdict?' shouted Greg from the side.

'Firm, very firm,' came the reply to a cheer.

Next her knickers came off; sliding down her legs as the strap each side was cut. Elena squeezed her legs together, trying to hide her cunt from view, but everyone could see it was as bare as a babies, her closed slit with her clit peeking out.

'Don't worry,' said the weasel, we will see lots of your cunt later, as he lightly tapped her there a couple of times. Elena bit her lip.

The weasel returned, reluctantly to his seat.

Elena looked so good, standing there naked, lights highlighting her every curve, breasts looking so tempting. The warden decided to start with them.

He took a small wooden box from one of the cupboards, and opening it took out a needle which her showed to the crowd. About 2 inches long it had a little copper head.

'We have 30 of these,' he said' 'shall we see how long it takes her to start screaming?'

He moved slowly over to the struggling Elena. Her gyrations just served to excite the crowd further. He grabbed the nipple of her left breast between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it out slightly, and slowly and deliberately drove the needle into the side of her breast to its full 2 inches. Elena was a sight to behold, sweating, stock still, every muscle of her body tensed and taut against he bonds as the needle went in. She bit her lip again.

The warden stood back to take another needle from the box.

'Play tough' he said, 'It will be more fun to hear your screams'.

To be continued……