Martha's Prison Adventures
Chapter 14
The following morning, on their way to an inspection of the cellblock
containing the more difficult inmates, Suzi Sykes and Pam Carmody made a short
detour to check on the progress being made on judge Judith and Martha Manners.
Their very early and unannounced arrival caught Dawn and Martha unaware and
unable to hide the fact that Martha was in full control of her mental faculties.
It seems that the brain damaged blonde with the magic tongue had made a
remarkable recovery as evidenced by the fact that she was seated at a table
reading a financial journal that had been provided by the young scientist. Suzi
was furious and ordered Martha to be taken to solitary for some softening up
before Suzi personally interrogated her.
This delay in the warden's schedule was a lucky break for her, since the
inmate demonstration had rapidly turned into a riot and a number of guards had
been taken prisoner. Suzi swiftly retreated to her quarters to direct her staff
as they sought to quell this nasty inmate protest. She still was unaware of just
how broad ths action was, and thus was unprepared to defend many outposts
located in the prison area, among them Room 47 and the laboratory where Dawn
Davis was working on judge Judith.
Once Pam Carmody was made aware of just how serious this protest was,
she left Martha in the hands of a pair of underlings with some very imprecise
instructions, as she sought to rally her guards in order to break the back of
this riot. The two guards interpreted Carmody's instructions about making sure
Martha was unable to cause any more damage to the warden as carte' blanche for
any method of discipline that they saw fit. Minutes later they had torn off
Martha's clothing and dragged her down the corridor to the rec room, or "wreck"
room as the guards called it because any prisoner who entered came out as if
they had been in an automobile accident.
Martha put up a gallant struggle but soon she was hanging by her
manacled wrists from a hook in the ceiling with her legs spread so wide apart
that the tendons stood out. Her manacled ankles were anchored to ring bolts in
the floor leaving her naked body totally vulnerable for any discipline that the
guards could dream up to do to her. The guards were both heavy set women in
their late 20s and had been selected for their boundless cruelty and
insensitivity towards anyone in their custody.
Martha finally gave up trying to escape from her bonds and began taking
in the room and what it contained. She trembled when she saw the array of whips
and canes lined up neatly in their individual cases. The blonde shuddered as she
watched the two guards remove their tunics and roll up their sleeves. "Let's see
how she likes a taste of the strap", one of them commented as she pulled her
belt from her trousers. Her companion grinned and did the same. Martha's eyes
moved back and forth as she watched them approach her from both sides, holding
their thick, wide-buckled belts wrapped in their fists. "Meet you in the
middle." one of them said as she prepared to lay into Martha's naked body.
Things could not have been worse for the blonde Wall Street shark; one
guard was left handed, her partner right handed. As a team they could do major
damage to her unprotected body. The first set of blows landed on her breasts,
flattening the soft flesh, leaving a deep pair of angry welts forming on her
tender skin. Martha caught her breath in shock as the sound of leather meeting
flesh echoed throughout the room. There was a pause and then another pair of
back to back cracks that sounded like gun shots as the leather ate into her
breasts once more. This time Martha screamed, drawing smiles from them both. Now
they attacked her nipples, trying to slice and dice those tender nubbins with
their belts. Then one of them paused and made an adjustment that allowed her to
now use the buckle end of the belt on the blonde's bare flesh. It made a
strange, almost liquid-like sound as it sliced deep into Martha's tit flesh
drawing blood.
They soon tired of beating her tits which were now swollen, bleeding in
numerous places and mottled in shades ranging from red to purple and every
combination between those extremes. They looked over the collection of whips and
canes while Martha tried to recover her composure. This brutal assault was so
unexpected that she in a daze from what had happened so far. She also realized
that there was a great deal more to come unless somehow she was rescued. Had
Martha known what was going on in the prison as she was being beaten bloody, she
would have despaired.
The inmates had broken containment and nearly half the prison area was
now under their control. Even as the two guards prepared to give the blonde
financier another sample of what they were capable of, a mob of inmates were
making a determined effort to breach Room 47 as well as the laboratory that
currently housed the judge, the young scientist and her two assistants as well
as Bad, who was still securely restrained and undergoing a lengthy calming
treatment that was approaching the point of causing the black amazon some
serious physical problems. She had been squeezing off one gigantic orgasm after
another as the mechanical stimulation continued unabated. It was only a matter
of time until her heart gave out from all this exertion.
From her outpost Suzi directed the remaining guards to hold their
positions until such time as reinforcements could be obtained from the local
police or the National Guard, if it came to that. She was unaware yet of the
magnitude of her problem. It would be a few more hours before the inmates would
present her with their demands and a list of guards and other staff members that
they were holding as hostages until their demands were given to the media.
The two guards had made their selections and taken up positions on
either side of Martha, who hung limp, her bare breasts still bleeding from the
vicious initial beating they'd absorbed. This time they concentrated on her
ribs, using lengths of mahogany, turned down almost to the diameter of pointers,
the kind used by lecturers who were too poor to afford a laser. They made a game
of it, trying to hit her between the ribs, a tricky proposition at best due to
her penchant for movement and their lack of ideal hand-eye coordination.
Each miss brought a shreik of agony from their prisoner, as it meant
another bone bruise had been created, while a good hit evoked mostly grunts as
the pain worked its way deep into her body. Martha began to have difficulty
drawing breath since her ribcage was soon turned into twin columns of intense
pain every time she took a deep breath. Her face began to take on a reddish hue
that they failed to notice. However when her breathing turned into strangled
whistles and her face started to become bluish, they decided to take a break and
let her recover some before they started in on her again.
The inmates had overrun Room 47, taking the staff prisoners, and now it
was payback time with a vengeance. The staff was finding out how it felt to have
their tits squashed flat and then burned with high levels of x-rays, so high in
cases that their flesh actually was cooked as they screamed and wished for
death. The enema lady, a woman who had worked hard to earn that title, was
hooked up to the high colonic machine and given a maximum speed procedure that
nearly turned her guts inside out. This was just for openers. Next they reversed
the machine and had it pump her so full of hot water that she bulged. Then
someone got the bright idea of adding acid to the pump that delivered the
pulsating liquid that loosened all that nasty stuff that was almost glued to the
walls of her intestines. The enema lady began to froth at the mouth from the
pain, convinced that she was about to die. She had no such luck as another group
of prisoners took a turn fiddling with the controls and adding some new stuff to
be pumped throughout her roiling intestines.
The guards once more turned to the cabinets to select a new set of tools
to continue Martha's beating. One chose a blacksnake whip that she intended to
use to tear up the blonde's back and shoulders. The other picked up a knout, a
vicious implement designed for skinning the victim's flesh from her bones as it
ripped and tore into her body. The two guards took turns using their weapons on
the helpless woman, one working up and down her back turning it into a slab of
bleeding meat. The other began at the knees, alternating from one leg to the
other as she worked up to the junction of Martha's thighs and her torso. Martha
screamed and cried, begged for mercy and prayed to any god who would listen to
her pleas as her legs became two columns of blood speckled flesh, many areas
with deep crimson furrows from the multi-tipped lashes as it literally flayed
the skin from the more tender sections of her lower limbs.
Someone found a key to the laboratory and before the startled occupants
could barricade the door it was flung open and they were quickly overwhelmed and
taken prisoners. The inmates had no idea what was going on in the vat of
silicone oil that contained a helmeted figure wearing a strange outfit with
umbilicals that led to a machine that was humming and shifting gears within its
metal housing. However when they found Bad, still squeezing off huge orgasms,
they were stunned at what she had become. Her black skin was coated with a sheen
of perspiration and her cunt was drooling a steady stream of whitish creamy
fluid which had formed a large pool between her taut, trembling thighs. They
ripped the connections and probes from her naked body and managed to free her
from the restraints holding her down to the table. They were awe-struck by the
size of the probe that had been sawing away inside her boiling cavern, but even
more amazed by the look on the black amazon's face. They left her alone to try
to rcover her wits while they interrogated their prisoners.
Dawn Davis proved to be a very reluctant source of any information
concerning what was transpiring in this laboratory and why these particular
people were being horribly abused in ways that most of them couldn't even begin
to comprehend. When they husked what was left of judge Judith from the helmet
and suit, she looked as if she had seen the devil himself or perhaps something
even worse. One of the inmates noticed the tattoo and the hole in her labia
which must have once carried a ring denoting her prison status. This made
matters even stranger to them. It was one thing to find Bad, a legend among the
prisoners, but why this one? It took a great deal of persuasion to crack the
young scientist, but considering what they had at their disposal and the number
of angry inmates that wanted some of this uppity piece of white bread, she
finally cracked.
They had started Dawn off by passing enough electricity through her body
and then her skull to light up a small city. Her naked body twisted and
trembled, jumped and twitched, shook and shuddered as the high voltage coursed
through her from cunt to tit and back again, from cunt lips to asshole, asshole
to clit, toe to nose and so on and so on. They even clipped leads to her tongue
and lips and fried those tender spots until they were blistered masses of
throbbing flesh. Unfortunately for Dawn, this one particuar treatment made it
very difficult to speak intelligibly. Even if they had understood what she said,
it would have made no sense to them because of their education and background.
They tried jamming large rounded things up into her cunt until it was
reduced to a bloody, frothing maw leaking stuff from its interior that would gag
a maggot. Those with a strong stomach took turns shoving their gloved fists far
inside her torn-up fuck tunnel, a couple actually reaching her cervix which they
pummeled viciously until she went into shock. They revived her with another
massive dose of electricity through her cunt, frying what was left of her
insides, but reviving her sufficiently that she could be tortured further. By
this time they had even forgotten why they were torturing her at all.
It was the arrival of Bad, now slightly recovered from her ordeal, and
desperately searching for her little playmate, Martha Manners, who saved Dawn
Davis from being competely obliterated by the furous inmates who had suffered so
much at the hands of people like herself. Bad knew that Martha, who she loved
with a devotion that was alien to everything that made her what she was, had
been in this very laboratory as recently as yesterday just before Bad was put on
the table and given that last treatment.
They had the young scientist bent over the tank of silicone oil that had
been judge Judith's world. To the jurist it had been a place of darkness, bursts
of light, heat and incredible cold, all occurring within brief periods at times.
Then one or the other would dominate the landscape of her mind for a longer
duration as she tried to cope with the competing stimuli that were moving her
inexorably into madness.
The inmates were taking turns sodomizing Dawn with a large hard rubber
strap-on dildo that had been liberated during the demonstration. To add to her
agony, a pair were stationed so they could dunk her head into the viscous liquid
and slowly count to twenty before letting her escape from the oil so she could
suck in a lungful of precious air before being submerged once more. All the time
her once tight anal passage was being relentlessly pounded and stretched further
by her angry assailants. Bad came into the room just as Dawn swallowed her first
mouthful of oil, and was hacking and wheezing as she tried to clear the film of
fluid from her throat and cough up the portion that now was coating her lungs.
She was probably within a few minutes of drowning in this almost benign chemical
soup.
Bad rescued the woman from this precarious situation, and began
screaming questions at her, and threatening to tear her lungs out if she didn't
answer. All Dawn could do was croak and point to her throat, trying to make the
furious black woman understand that she was unable to speak. By some miracle Bad
realized her problem and demanded that a paper and pen be provided so that the
scientist could write her answers to these questions. Of course it required the
services of one of the better educated inmates to read what Dawn had written and
tell it to Bad. This too was accomplished and Bad learned of Martha's unmasking
and subsequent transfer from the lab in the company of Pam Carmody. To Bad that
meant only one place, the area reserved for those in solitary confinement.
The black amazon led a contingent of inmates which swept through the few
guards assigned to protect this area. It took a few minutes to search through
the cells until she at last confronted the two guards who were in the midst of
turning Martha's pussy into a frothing mass of bloody pulp, birching her
sensitive flesh with bundles of limber saplings bound tightly together with
narrow bands of leather. Bad personally made short work of these two sadists,
leaving their broken bodies on the cell floor as mute testimony to her rage.
They would ultimately survive their injuries, but neither would ever be whole
for the rest of their miserable lives.
Meanwhile at the command center that had been set up in Suzi Sykes'
quarters, things were not going well at all. More than half her prison was under
the control of the inmates, and most of her trusted staff were in their hands.
When she received word that both Room 47 and Dawn Davis' laboratory had been
taken by the rioters with all the staff of these two facilities captured as
well, she felt sick. Then to top matters off, she got word that Martha Manners
was missing, taken away from the solitary confinement area by a gang of inmates
lead by Bad. "What else could go wrong?" Suzi thought.
An answer to that question was forming like a dark, angry storm cloud,
bulging with bad news. To make matters worse, the politicians, who she looked
down upon and used to her own selfish advantage, were exacting their pound of
quid pro quo flesh, wringing their hands and assigning blame for all this
trouble to the prison administration who refused to heed their warnings about
conditions in that institution. The media smelled blood, the kind of nasty news
that sold advertising space on TV. So it was only natural that the local
television station should send their anchor woman, Celeste Estrada, the
aggressive, over the top, dyed-blonde bombshell whose enhanced bust size
exceeded her IQ, to cover this important news event. Suzi's day was now
complete.
(To be continued)
