Chapter 8. The Pauline Suffers
A soft morning breeze off the ocean rustled the drapes as I awoke. It was still
early, plenty of time before the District Commander would be picking me up. I
punched the code numbers into the TV remote for the interrogation cells beneath
the Old City Court House. The prisoner I was looking for was still in her cell.
The caption at the bottom of the screen read, 'Cell #432, Pauline Gomez, age
48'. Apparently the trial of the noted university professor would not be today.
Perhaps she needed another few days of interrogation. She was still naked, but
instead of hanging by her wrists she was bent forward with her head and wrists
locked in a set of stocks. Standing in front of her a big male guard slowly
unsnapping the crotch of his leather pants. With one muscular arm he slapped
Pauline across her face ordering her to open her mouth then grabbed her short
hair and shoved his thick cock into her gaping mouth. He drove it in an out with
a sudden violence. She grunted with each stroke. Soon he was fully hard. His
dark cock was massive, forcing her mouth to the limit as she gulped for air. Her
eyes bulged out as tears ran down her cheeks. He pumped her face for a full five
minutes with an occasional slap of the prison's heavy pendulous breasts. The
former professor grunted like an animal with each stroke. Finally he walked in
back of her, rubbing and squeezing her ample buttock and fingering her fat
hairless labia. Slowly he begin to move his swollen cock between her pussy lips
then plunged it in with a hard thrust that lifted her off the floor. She let out
a howl of surprise and agony. I watched fascinated while he pumped her,
alternating between ass and cunt. Large beads of sweat burst forth on her bare
skin, forming little streams down her legs and sides. He pounded her again and
again, lifting her feet off the floor as he grasped her meaty thighs in his big
hands, occasionally giving her a hard tit slap, spraying sweat in all directions
from her dripping tits. His hand slaps imprinting on her big thighs.
Each tit slap elicited a loud yelp. Pauline clinched her fists in the stocks,
hopelessly trying to grip something as the guard punished her with his cock. In
cases like her the cock and the whip made for powerful interrogation tools.
Causing no real injury many hard core rebels soon submitted to the perverse
humiliation. The lash welts on Pauline's back seemed more numerous then the day
before, she must have endured another whipping during the night. Thick raised
welts covered her from neck to mid thigh. More welts crossed her big breasts,
many on her raw stiff nipples.
After a long time of plunging his thick cock alternately into her ass and cunt
he slowed down and leaning forward begin to rub her clit with one hand and her
left tit with the other. Pauline went from grunting to moaning lowly as she
came with a body shuddering wave. A look of deep humiliation on her face
betrayed her shame and pleasure. But it was not over she came five more times in
the next twenty minutes. Finally the guard moved in front of her, sticking his
cock on her mouth and quickly ejaculated a mouth-filling load of his hot cum. To
my surprise she eagerly swallowed as much as she could between gasps for breath,
finishing him with a tongue wash of cock, balls and thigh. He left the exhausted
professor chained on her knees, arms behind her neck, a chain running up to the
cell ceiling. Her bare bruised chest still heaving. Pauline's nipples poked out
of her sex blushed tits into sharp points. It was only then I noticed a figure
standing in the dark corner of the cell, it was her supervisor from the
university Dr. Mustof. After the guard left he walked over to her, lifting her
chin with one hand. She looked up at him through sweat and tear stained eyes.
Softly he said, 'I warned you about your radical teachings. You should have
listened. All I wanted was for you to be my whore. But no you had or little
circle of female students to play with. Don't worry the Judge is going to give
me complete control of your activities in prison. I will see that you're well
taken care of there. You will soon learn that this is nothing compared to what I
have planned for you! Your days of being an arrogant university professor are
over, in a few days you go to trial. It will be the last day of you wear
clothing. All that time you spent working out in the gym is now going to pay
off, I am going to see that you are worked like an animal, naked in chains. I
will see that you're taught what it means to be a bitch.' With that he slapped
her right tit and left. She let out a sob, her head hanging down, seeming to
study her exposed bruised tits.
At the sound of my door chime I switched the monitor to a camera at the outer
gate. The District Commander, Juan Reios was waiting for me to buzz him in. We
drove north along the coast road out of the city. The road snaked along the
cliffs over looking the ocean. Small sandy beaches dotted the coast, some
accessible by steep jeep trails others only by walking in from the beach.
Coming to an outcropping on the cliff Juan parked the truck beside the remains
of an old lighthouse. Pointing to a small stone block building he said, 'Follow
me I want to show you a few things'. We walked up a short steep trail. He
unlocked and ancient door and we went in side.
There was nothing in the building. Giving me a pair of powerful binoculars he
had me look out the window to the beach below. 'Take a look at each of those
sandy inlets.' As I focused I could see couples and single women sun bathing in
the secluded coves. Some wore bikinis other just thongs but most were nude.
They're brown bodies glistening with oil. Juan spoke quietly, as he used his own
binoculars. 'As you know it's illegal to be naked in public, but they come here
for a more then just a tan. It's a place for them to meet their lesbian lovers
and for them to meet slavers. More than a few of these women you see are seeking
a life under slavery. Some are former prison inmates clinging to a life of
forced submission, for others it's just a strong need. Of course it's a great
risk but they keep coming back here. See that black truck with the enclosed back
driving slowly down the beach, that's a slaver looking over the new crop. He may
be a plantation owner looking for new labor or someone in the underground
business of supplying female slaves for private buyers. The signal is for the
female to wear a small chain around her neck indicating he is interested. It's
all very discrete. If a woman chooses to go with him, she must convince him that
no one will be looking for her. So they will meet here several times over the
course of a few weeks to work out a deal. Once he agrees she will sell all her
possessions and meet him for the final time. The moment she gets in the back of
his truck she enters her new life. At first a lot of them come out of curiosity
just for the thrill, hoping no one will see them. They buy the smallest bikinis,
oil themselves up and wait. One or two days a week of 'display' can stretch into
weeks of waiting. Most days they are lucky to see a slaver truck even once.
Soon they figure they have to do something more to attract a slaver, so they go
topless, then nude in spite of their fear and shame. Like that one half-hidden
among the rocks. She is a clerk in one of the major stores down town. Her file
says she is 26, Jana Sanor, few friends, comes here every Friday on her day off,
average looking, but with a lean thin body. She has been doing this for five
months, now she immediately strips bare, oils herself up and lays in the sand
without a towel, her arms over her head and legs open enough to see her shaved
pubes. Last week a slaver stopped to talk with her. This week she is back with a
chain necklace around her neck. Most likely he is testing her cooperation. Once
of the favored tests is to have them go to an area of the city known for it's
street whores. There they must sell themselves for a few nights to prove they
are serious about being enslaved.
Moving the binoculars around I spotted two women, one appearing to be in her
twenties the other much older. The young one, thin and lanky, was oiling up the
large breasts of her older partner. She poured generous circles of sun tan oil
on her friends heavy tits and rubbed it in using both hands to bring the tanned
flesh into meaty cones. 'Who are they.' I asked Jaun. 'They are the reason we
are here. The older one is Carlita Perz, head mistress of the Buchard Academy, a
reform school for teens. It's a semi-prison like institution for youth accused
of minor crimes, or ones with a history of trouble making. Her companion is
Amanda Collins her assistant. Ms. Collins is in charge of discipline at the
school and physical conditioning. She is known for disciplining female students
by having them totally nude in class. At times the whole class will be nude for
physical training. Practice sessions for team sports are often done naked, with
male students being allowed to watch. At times nude female students are placed
in the male classes. Teams who loose games against other schools receive harsh
discipline, with long hours of mandatory naked training for up to six months.
They also have a system of punishment units in the sub level of the school. Some
students spend a few hours there for correction, others, all females, are there
for the much longer. Of course this type of relationship between Carlita and
Amanda, where it found out would have very serious consequences. What the two
don't know is that the minister of the school Mr. Gregort has found them out and
that's how we know. It is also assumed that the two are rebel sympathizers. They
are to picked up soon for interrogation.'
As we watched Amanda begin to suckle her partner's big dark nipples till they
formed into stiff points, then she moved on top of her turned around so they
could each lick each other's cunts. Carlita big breasts compressed into high
mounds between Amanda's muscular thighs, as she threw her legs wide open giving
Amanda full access to her open pussy. The two wriggled in the sand for the next
twenty minutes, changing position from time to time, coming every so often till
they lay oiled, sandy, and sweaty in the hot sun.
'Their file says, Carlita is 52, been at the school for sixteen years, is very
strict, feared by both the staff and the students. She bullies and belittles her
senior students and is generally disliked and hated by most of them who would be
delighted to see her taken down a few pegs. The local dignitaries hold her in
some esteem for her strict methods. Some of these officials have free access to
the discipline unit hidden beneath the school. They come at night to indulge
their perverse habits. She has sent not only students, but teachers to the
discipline cells, there is a rumor that one teacher, a Lilian Manor, has been
down there for three years, though officially she has resigned and gone on to
another job. Her partner, Amanda is 28, worked there for eleven years teaches
physical conditioning, she does the day to day administration and daily
discipline though at night she often returns to the school with Carlita and they
disappear into the locked areas of the discipline unit in the basement. You are
welcome to accompany on a raid.'
Something caught my eye. A truck had stopped two coves up from our position. In
the sand lay a very attractive, deeply tanned woman in her thirties, with blond
hair and a firm toned body. She had a small chain around her neck indicating
slaver contact. As the driver of the truck got out she came to her knees placed
her hands at the back of her neck and thrust her chest up and out. He walked
around her several times, flicking a thin riding crop in one hand. She responded
with large heaves of her chest try to show off her small hard tits.
He taped her left thigh. Quickly she widened her stance, raising her butt off
the sand. Again he did it and once more she moved her thighs even wider. This
time her shaved pubes parted slightly exposing a shiny clitoris from under it
little hood, a silver clit ring sparkled in the bright sun. He spoke to her,
where upon she moved one hand to her clit and being to rub it's wet nub. He
continued circling her moving his crop over her dark hot sweat dotted skin. She
kept her eyes down. He nodded said something then got in his truck and left.
She continued masturbating. 'That one is very interesting, a secretary from the
Central Court, Monica Morris, 32. We don't know yet if she is here on her own or
working for someone with the government. Either way we will have soon know. The
slaver is one of our agents. If they reach an agreement she will be taken to a
special compound near here for interrogation.' Said the Commander. 'But now I
have to get back to the city.'
