Corporate type
Chaper 24
White flashes lit up the room as your body shuddered feeling the shock between
your legs. You hips bucked and you remembered to count the number, Screaming
out, "One." Just then you realized that you had to maintain control and perform
for him. "Thank you for the perfect discipline," You stammered. Hoping that it
would be as he ordered.
The guard allowed you time to compose yourself, "In case you wondered how I came
up with the number of blows, your sentence is nineteen years!" "Clit whipping is
done here for whatever reason necessary in the mines." "It could be done if you
misbehave for any reason." "Where ever you are, if there is someone who wants to
whip your clit, you will immediately lay on your back or sit like this and
spread your legs." "If your hands are not shackled behind you then your fingers
must expose your clit and hold your lips out of the way!" "You will thank
whomever just like this!"
He struck you again, and the fire rekindled, sending pain deep within.
You had little choice but to count aloud and recite your sentence of acceptance.
This whipping went on until you had finished. He made you miss three numbers
even though you thought that you had done very good, but he was master of all
that you did. There was no argument.
When he completed the last blows he unstrapped your arms and legs saying, "Get
down and walk."
Since he didn't give any direction you headed for the door, but his whip struck
your hip and you turned away from it. He caught you on the other side and you
turned again as he made you go right up to the wall. He said, "Good, you seem to
know when I give directions." "Lets go to work."
He opened the door and you walked out totally unchained!
Down the hallway you walked, heavy breasts hanging loosely on your ribs, swaying
side to side as you moved along. There was still a burning in your clit, and
moving your legs together as you walked on enabled the pain to continue to
bother you. The guard occasionally struck you with the whip making you walk in
any desired direction, but when the hallway was straight you knew his blows were
more a form of harassment than anything else.
The hallways were rock, you passed by only a few caves dug into the walls. The
caves had bars on the front of them like you saw on the initial way in, but no
occupants. The maze of tunnels surprised you. Then as you made a turn, in front
of you stood another guard! He had a long stick gun in his grasp and when two
spoke, one informed the other about your assignments.
The guard stood in the hallway but ahead of him the area was much larger. There
were three women already there. Two on their knees doing something to the wall
and a third using a shovel to put stones into a wheelbarrow.
When the guard left you in the hands of this new guard the male said, "Go over
and pickup a tool from that box, and join the others on the wall, they'll
explain what to do."
You walked to the women and when they turned to see you one said, "We have to
scrape or chip away the stone from the wall and then it gets gathered to be put
in the wheelbarrow."
You had a small handled chisel that you wondered how you'd perform any worthy
service with it. But you knelt and began doing the same as the other women.
You glanced over toward them from time to time. The woman closest to you was
young, perhaps in her early twenties, blond hair cut shagged to her shoulders.
She had a very dirty body full of smudge marks all over. Her body was athletic
and glistened in the heat of the mine from sweat. Those arms had muscle
definition more like a body builder than a woman, and her breasts were tightly
close to her chest. You kept looking back at her until you were sure of those
nipples though, they were extremely long and had some sort of metal wires around
them.
The woman next to her was older in fact older than you. She had no hair at all,
her head obviously shorn completely bald. Her body was not athletic but it
didn't appear to have any flab except for one place. Her breasts hung down and
resembled deflated balloons with long nipples at the bottom pointing downward.
When she bent over her breasts hung below her and looked so sad. She worked
steadily but not at all in any hurry.
The last woman you looked at was pushing the shovel periodically to get chips of
stone that fell from the wall. She stood, and her hair was also cut ragged to
her shoulders. Her age might have been late twenties or early thirties, but she
looked worn down. Her body was very skinny, having that anorexic look. She too
had very unique breasts that sagged like thin bread bags. Her breasts were long
and hung way down almost to her hips. When she moved they swung around getting
in the way of the shovel. Her nipples were also long, like pencils. She caught
you staring and put her hand in front of them to get your attention, so you
looked up at her eyes.
She seemed mad that you stared and said, "Hey bitch what the hell is so
interesting you've got to stare."
You were surprised and turned your head and began chipping, but the guard
noticed and you felt him approach you from behind. Then a shock when he touched
your hip with his stick!
"You were asked a question from a senior inmate, so you better answer," he said.
As your eyes looked back at the woman you saw her walking over to you, she
grabbed your hair and puller you up on your knees. "You wanna look, then look
bitch." she said.
You were frightened at her aggression, and timidly responded while you shook in
fear. "I am sorry for staring at you."
That answer wasn't enough and she swung her breasts in your face and said, "Go
ahead and stare now, isn't that what you want to do?"
"I am sorry," you repeated. "I just have never seen breasts like yours that's
all."
She took one of her breasts and slid it along your cheek and then brought the
nipple up to your mouth and said, "Wrap those pretty little lips around this."
You were now becoming terrified at her control and that the guard seemed to
allow this action, so you opened your mouth and let her push the nipple inside.
You closed your mouth and tasted the bitter flesh but were fascinated at the
length of it and it was very rubbery.
She spoke again, "Ok bitch really suck on it!"
You did as ordered and looked out of the corner of your eye as the other women
looked on. After minutes of performing the woman pulled her teat from your lips,
released her hold and stepped back. "So tell me what you think of my tits!" She
inquired.
At first you stammered incoherently trying to figure out the best words to say.
Finally you decided to be open and said, I just haven't seen any breasts as long
as yours, nor any nipples that way." "Are they natural or did something cause
them to be that way?"
After a long time she spoke again, while her hands held and smoothed her
breasts. "I have been put on a punishment program that stretched them out, first
my breasts and then the nipples." "They took many months to get this way, but I
have had no choices." "You didn't notice my other parts I guess," as she spread
her legs and you saw the longest set of lips and clit you could have ever
imagined.
She pulled her inner and outer lips out, and you could see they were about a
foot each with this really long thing hanging between them.
Her fingers took that long piece of flesh and held it up like a hose, "This is
my clitoris." "They used some type of injection to make it floppy and then
pulled it out over time with weights."
The guard said, "Get back to work, bitches," poking you in the side with his
stick.
Fire erupted from some electricity as it passed into your body!
You took your chisel and resumed chiseling.
Hours passed, at least you figured they were hours, and the three of you
continued working non-stop except for having to use the bathroom. There was a
pot in the corner for that and everyone could watch if not hear the sounds.
Embarrassing, well by now you had seen everything they had and they had seen
everything you had, so it just seemed depressing rather than humiliating.
Finally the guard said time was up and he made the three of you walk ahead of
him. The woman who pushed the wheelbarrow didn't need help as it wasn't but half
full. They led you around corner after corner of hallways and finally the lead
woman stopped, in a large cavernous room. It was noisy and there was a hole in
the wall where the woman pushed her wheelbarrow underneath. The other woman
stood on either side and using hands cupped the stone chips and put them into
the hole in the wall.
One woman turned to you and said, "There must be some way to have them lifted
out of here thru this hole."
When the barrow was empty the woman pushed it over against a different wall they
led you out of the room and into another hallway. The hallway was dead end and
had small caves along the walls.
