Chapter 4. Central Court House
I was in the tunnels again. I hated them. They were low, even with the vaulted
stone ceilings, crud dripped down the walls, water ran in little streams along
the cobbled floors. It was so easy to slip in the dim light. The little bulbs in
the ceiling were string too far apart to give off much light. The thick dank air
never seemed to move. It stank. But it was a quick and very private way to
travel among the old government buildings in the central city, and to many other
buildings. Much of the system was know to only a few people, myself being one of
them. And, I must admit the tunnels were still cooler then the hundred and
five-degree heat and 98 percent humidity of summer in tropical Khym. That very
morning the air conditioner, what there was of it, went out again in my fourth
floor office. The third time in a week. I had joked with Marsia my secretary
that I would send her to prison if she didn't get it fixed. She was far too
valuable to me as a secretary so it was only a tease. But the twenty-six year
old dark haired beauty was always alluding to the idea of her having a life as
my slave. With no living relatives and few friends it would have been easy for
me to 'arrange' something that resulted in a long sentence in one of secret
prison facilities. From there it was no problem to loose any records of her
existence. Many a male citizen of Khym has 'off the books' labor on their
plantations and even in their businesses in the city. Why not me? This was part
of the success of the economy. Something to consider for the future.
Today, with the heat Marsha wore a light yellow gauze dress that clung to her
body, leaving little to the imagination. And she was again bra-less, her breasts
swaying beneath the light material, four top buttons opened, showing ample
cleavage. It seemed that the hem lines crept up on her dresses almost daily.
With all this distraction I was happy to hear the phone ring. And not all that
displeased to get a call asking me to come to the subbasement prison under
Security Forces Headquarters. 'Marsha!' I said, 'Pull the file on a
Maria English and any relative she has that are in prison. I want to read them
when I get back, this afternoon. And get that damn air conditioner fixed.'
It's not that I get lost in the tunnels, but even after 20 years of service as
prison inspector it's still easy to loose ones way and have to back track. But
this time I quickly came to the electric gate in area T4. A sharp press on the
button, the password shouted into the rusted wall speaker and a guard in Central
Control focused the surveillance camera on the opposite wall in my direction.
Two seconds later the remote lock on the bars buzzed and I was in. Turning down
C5 and through another set of bars, I turned into the tunnel leading to Army
Security Headquarters. Hearing the rattle of chains I stopped as two burly
guards with a prisoner trotting between them came towards me. One of them I
recognized from a visit recently to the government's secret slave prison, 200 up
river in the jungle. Raul, the warden was an old friend of mine boss over Matra
Point prison, and its various compounds. I made a mental note to contact him
about this whole business the General wanted me to look into.
As the guards came up to me, the one I knew pointed to his prisoner and said,
'This is one that might interest you, Inspector'. I immediately recognized her
as the feminist university professor, Laura Quentz who had disappeared two
months ago. She had just given a speech against government censorship. Now she
was in full transport chains, ankles hobbled, arms behind her, a chain from her
wrists to each ankle, she stood at attention, her brown eyes wide with
anticipation. The pole from her neck chain to wrists kept her arms straight down
her back, and with elbows strapped together her bare chest was forced up and
out. She was totally naked, pubes shaved bare, hair cut very short. At 42 years
old Laura was still quite presentable, with her big loose breasts hang bare
almost to her belly, tipped in thick pink nipples, pointing to the ground, like
the teats of a milk swollen cow. The prisoner stood with ankle chains taught
between her legs. Her breasts thrust up, as an offering. 'I see you have been
training her, but she could use more.' I said, looking at a roll of fat on her
belly and heavy wide thighs. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose,
unable to breathe through her mouth as it was filled with a large penis gag,
forcing her jaw to stain wide open. 'Yup, we have had her for two months,
didn't take long to break the bitch, a week in the interrogation cells, stripped
and chained.' he said, motioning to the raised welts which covered her breasts,
many across her big aureole. She had endured some rough nipple punishment. 'She
gave up the whole network, seems most of the Cortez provincial women's soccer
team where using their travels to make contacts for the rebels. We rounded up
eighteen in all. Including two female coaches. They have been in the subbasement
cells for over a week, being processed. All will be pleading guilty and get long
sentences. The bitches are in top shape, they should make good workers. Laura
here was sentenced yesterday, we are just taking her to the transport boat for
the trip to Matra prison.' Laura moaned softly behind her penis gag, a trickle
of drool running down her bare chest.
'What kind of sentence did she get', I asked. The guard smiled, 'judge gave her
maximum, at level 4, they should get a good twenty years of labor out of her
before she goes to the brothels.' 'Good, its about time', I said, looking at
Laura. Her aureole were all puckered, pebbled with little bumps and ridges, she
was aroused, even her puffy bare labia was wet with more than sweat. I had
witnessed it before, an assertive educated female relishing her new found
slavery, once the trappings of society was stripped away. The guard turned,
'have to get this bitch to the boat, they want you to take a look at the others.
There are a couple of nineteen year olds that Raul will enjoy, all muscle with
huge tits,' they both laughed, trotting Laura down the tunnel, her fleshy legs
pumping to keep up.
'Mmmmmm, maximum', I thought, that meant sixteen hour days for Laura in the
fields or the mines, working naked with the guard's whip ever present. And
nights chained in barren cells pleasing the guards with her mouth, cunt and ass.
She would have a lot to learn much of it howling in the discipline cells. This
professor would soon be a student again, and if her work were not the best she
would be taught some hard lessons. There were no grades in Marta prison just the
whip on bare female flesh. But, quickly my thoughts returned to the present.
Coming to a solid steel door, I buzzed and was let into a larger passage. It was
lined on each side with rusting doors, all bolted shut except for two. The guard
inside told me to look around while he got the commandant. 'Take a look,' he
said pointing to the little view panels on the doors, 'some of the bitches are
still being worked over, before we start transport'.
There were ten doors in each side of the passage. I walked down to one end and
slid back the viewing door. The pungent sweet smell of sweat, and female juices
came drifting up. Light from the wire caged ceiling bulb was not all that
bright but I could see three females in the barren stone walled cell. They stood
in a line, arms shackled behind them, and wrist chains running up to rings in
the ceiling. All were bent over at the waist, arms pointing painfully up. Their
legs chained wide to floor rings. Each had on a full leather hood, with only the
nose hole open. Streams of sweat run down the naked bodies of the young
prisoners. The middle one started to struggle as she heard me at the door, her
hard firm breasts wiggling beneath her almost horizontal torso. I stepped back
to read the paper on the door. It said
#3948 female, 20 yrs old, student. 5'8" 110lbs. 34D,26,34 v-7"/5", a-2"
#3949 female, 19 yrs old, student. 5'7" 125lbs. 38C,28,36 v-8.5"/5" a-2.5"
#3950 female, 22 yrs old, student. 5'6" 150lbs. 40D,28,38 v-8.5"/5" a-2"
Days held: 10
Chain: Punishment restraints
Clothing: none
Hood: as needed Gag: at all times
Sexual usage: no
Feeding: bowl on floor, twice daily
Whippings: daily
Visitors: none
Shave: just pubes
I knew the 'v-' measurement was vaginal depth and thickness. It was made during
their medical examination, indicating how deep a dildo could be inserted and
it's size. The 'a-' was the diameter of an anal plug the female could take.
These where used by the guards for finding discipline plugs. Their files would
have many more measurement, such as breast circumference and nipple sizes, gag
sizes, chain sizes, and more. Later at the prison they would do endure and
sexual ability test. Every female in the central jail was given a complete
medical inspection. Carried out on the level above, the long, humiliating exams
where done in open cells, in full view of other prisoners being taken back and
forth from the courtrooms. It was also a main hall for security people, visitors
seeing prisoners, and lawyers. Often the three bays for exams would be full and
several carts with prisoners could be seen parked on the side of the hall. These
steel carts had shackles at one end for wrists, and a forehead strap. Along the
sides, straps across the chest and hips held the prisoner tightly down. At the
foot end stirrups, with ankle straps, forced the legs up in the air, wide apart.
With a speculum splaying her vaginal lips and anus wide open a woman was on full
display. Exams where always performed totally naked. A sheet for modesty was
unheard of. Six to eight hours was normal for a female prisoner to wait in this
position, sweating on her cart in full view of everyone. Her anus and pubes
raised up, butt cheeks just touching the cart. Part of the procedure was an
orgasm test. A small massaging cup strapped over the clit and two others on the
nipples where attached to a little control box and set on automatic. Most
females begin to show signs of arousal after a few minutes, deeper breathing,
flushing of the neck and chest, curling of the toes, and quiet moaning from
their penis gag filling mouths. The control box was set to respond to these and
stop just short of climax, with the intensity increasing after a set time. Those
waiting in the public hallway, bathed in sweat, moaning on their carts, always
got a laugh from the security staff, especially the older ones. An hour or so
into the test an orgasm was allowed and recorded by the control box. I have seen
prisoners in the their forties and older, flushed with shame, nodding to their
lawyers as they wriggled, hips pumping, nipples stiff, a puddle of female juices
under their butts as they came again and again despite themselves in the
hallway. All this was used as evidence in court and for sentencing.
I closed the panel in the cell door, all was routine, with these three. In the
next cell a female was on her knees, naked, arms shackled and strapped behind
her, sweating torso, ankles chained wide to the floor rings. She was vigorously
sucking a guards cock. He held a long back punishment strap in one hand and her
hair in the other. With lips pursed she ran her wet mouth back and forth along
the underside of his stiff cock, stopping ever few strokes to suck each hairy
ball and wash it clean. Then she sucked the head of his penis till it grew even
larger and redder. The prisoner was working very hard her head bobbing up and
down. Looking closer I could see why, the student's butt cheeks where
criss-crossed with thick raise welts. She was very toned, with large muscular
thighs, ribs clearly visible as she sucked. Another one from the soccer team.
Stepping back I read the paper on the door.
#3952 female, 20 yr. old, student. 5'9" 140lbs. 34D,26,36 v-7.5",6" a-2"
note: soccer team captain. Start punishment training, keep in strict
restraints, naked.
I heard screaming coming from the third cell. Taking the papers hung on the door
I read:
#3954 female, 38 yr. old, student. 5'6" 120lbs. 34A,26,40 v-8.5",6" a-2"
note: Head coach of soccer team. Single, suspected lover of assistant coach.
Been with the university for 15 years, under surveillance for 7. Confirmed rebel
contacts. Known to have lesbian relations with members of the soccer team.
Reported to use a belt strap on the bare buttock of players as a discipline
measure. She also has a small country house where selected players are invited
for weekends. Recent interrogation of players' revealed that she and the
assistance couch would select four players, have them strip naked and hold out
their breasts. Each receiving a lash on her bare breasts till one broke down,
she becoming the team slave. This slave would be kept naked and chained the
entire weekend, performing sexually for the others, with nights spent in a dirt
floored punishment room. Five of the players now being held have served as 'team
slave', two did this twice. And one spent her entire summer vacation with the
coaches, this was prisoner @4010, Jana Quentz, 22 year old daughter of professor
Laura Quentz, who has just been sentenced to Matra Point prison.
'Interesting!' I thought, so the daughter of the professor I just ran into was
also among the soccer players. Marsia will have to pull her complete files too.
But now for the head coach, I opened the cell door. The two guards only glanced
at me, and went back to their work. Between them, suspend off the ground from
the ceiling chains was the coach, her legs chained wide as the guards worked her
slowly over with their heavy strap whips. She bucked and howled as the sweat
flew in all directs from the lashes. Glistening in the dim light, I could have
mistaken her for a male prisoner, so muscular and defined her body was, but her
small tits and large brown nipples revealed her as female. They had been at it a
while, the backs of her legs, and butt cheeks shown with thick raise red welts.
Every few minutes a guard would lash out with the strap, cracking it across her
hard small butt. And she would leap again the chains, howling, and gasping, till
she recovered. Little streams of sweat ran down her torso, her matted hair
covering her eyes. This was a punishment whipping, and example would be made of
her, for she was to be the main witness against the soccer team, after pleading
guilty herself. I leaned against the wall and watched for a while, as one guard
begin to administer the strap across her bare nipples. Her howls turned in
shrieks, she writhed and bucked under the strap. This was known in security
circles as a 'bitch breaker'. After a while they took her down and she
collapsed on the floor, but on command she struggled to her feet. They ordered
her to stand with hands at the back of her neck, and legs wide. I asked her, 'do
you know what is expected of you in court?' 'Yes, Sir' she gasped. 'I am to
plead guilty to rebel activities, name the members of the soccer team, and beg
for the maximum sentence.' 'And what else?' I demanded. 'I will confess to being
a feminist lesbian, and using women from the soccer team as sex slaves at my
place in the country.' I nodded, and do you have anything to ask me? 'Yes, Sir,
please don't let them beat me anymore, I will do anything, let them fuck me
instead, or I can suck their cocks, please Sir.' she begged. 'Continue', I said
to the guards, as they attached chains to her ankles and hauled her up, upside
down. After a few more lashes into her spread labia they hoisted her up a little
higher and hanging by her ankles, she eagerly begin sucking the guards cocks.
Closing the door I started looking for the Quentz daughter.
I soon found her. She was just two cells down. The papers read:
#4010 female, 22 yrs old, student. 5'8" 140lbs. 44D,28,38 v-7.5",5" a-2"
Note: Jana Quentz, is the daughter of convicted rebel feminist university
professor Laura Quentz, who has been sentenced to level 4 of Marta Point prison.
It looked like Jana would be joining her mother. Raul the warden had a perverse
sense of humor about these things, I had seen cases where mother and daughter
were serving together. And from the looks of it both met Raul's taste for
beautiful inmates.
Jana's cell door was open. Her court appointed lawyer with her. I stepped in
side to listen. Two chairs and a small wooden table had been brought in. Set on
one side, in a light sleeveless dress was Jana, wrists cuffed behind her. The
dress was several sized too small, the buttons on the top straining. It was
clear that she was bra less, as the material clung to her sweat soaked body,
revealing every curve as well as her large nipples. Across the table I
recognized Lila Morris, a state assigned lawyer who specialized in these cases.
Lila had once spent a year in prison on some minor offense and agree to work for
the state. As a woman it made for a nice show of fairness.
Lila was consulting her client about what to say in court. 'Jana, you must know
that with the conviction of your mother, and your involvement on the soccer team
it's a sure conviction for you. They also know of the summer you spent at
coach's house, it will go hard on you. But there is some hope. If you plead
guilty, admit that the whole team was involved with passing information to the
rebels, and ask for the maximum sentence, the court might go easy on you. You
might even get off for cooperating.' Jana looked up, 'OH! do you really think
so? I saw what they where doing to the other girls, it's so awful, I don't want
them to do that to me!' 'Good', said Lila. 'I will ask that you sign this
statement and go before the judge in a private hearing. Now I know this sounds
strange, but we need to give the judge some sign that you have repented and wish
to be punished, so he will go easier on you.' 'But what can I do, other then
tell him?' Jana whispered, trying to shake the sweat off her face. 'Well', Lila
continued, 'you saw how the others are, I have seen defendants go before the
judge just like that.' 'Oh my! you can mean naked?' Jana gasped. Lila looked
her directly in the eyes, 'Now Jana, he know what went on that summer at the
coaches house.' Jana blushed, 'yes, I as so ashamed of that, I know your right,
I will do it, if you think it will help, I will go before him naked.' 'Good,
than its settled', said Lila.
All was in order. Time to get back to the office. Tomorrow I planned to visit
the State Brothels.
