Help Wanted

                                  Help Wanted

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                                    Lex Ludite

                                           Chapter 11

       If those three Japanese babes thought they were getting the night off, they had another think coming. The trio was marched down the corridor and moved into the special guest quarters reserved for only those prisoners deemed worthy of these very unique accommodations. The sheriff hoped that they appreciated what housing them in this place meant as far as their status. In all probability they were too far out of it and hurting so much that they failed to understand this great honor.

       To them it probably looked like just another jail cell, perhaps larger than most and very well lit, but still constructed from sections of gray concrete and windowless as well. In truth there were numerous observation ports carefully positioned within the walls and ceiling that allowed a complete view of the cell and its occupants. The ports could be used for private viewing of what transpired within, or to tape the activity for subsequent sale to overseas markets, with the proceeds to be used to augment the funding required to feed and house the prisoners.

       The hidden ports were one of many features of this unique room. A skilled craftsman would have noticed the heavy duty grills uniformly spaced across the ceiling, blending into the gray concrete due to the color of the paint used to protect them. For the moment they were shut, making it all the more difficult to pick them out. Another feature of the "play pen", as the police called it, that was a well kept secret were the compartments that were exposed once the false front portions of the walls slid open. This was done only when the room was in total darkness. No prisoner to date had ever figured out how some of the things that happened to them could be done, because they were totally unaware of the capabilities that were made hidden from sight.

       It took some time for the deputies to string the three of them up properly. The director was a real pain in the ass because of her bad thumb, but a few well placed jabs to the groin made her clean up her act and let them hang her by her wrists from one of the hooks that dropped from the ceiling. They were hung side by side with their legs spread to the limit of their tendons, then anchored to ringbolts in the floor using hose clamps attached to their big toes. The anguished noise they made brought smiles to the faces of the men working to prepare them for their night at the disco, as they called what was about to happen to these foreigners. Satisfied that their prisoners were restrained according to regulations, the deputies finished the job by using tape to keep the women's eyes open wide and fasten small detectors to their chests that provided data on their heart rate . They then left with broad grins plastered across their faces, knowing full well what was about to happen to their guests.

       For a few minutes nothing of significance occurred. The trio of naked women calmed down and seemed resigned to spending the night in these spartan quarters. Then the lights dimmed slowly, giving them a false sense that nothing exceptional would happen to them for the rest of the night. Soon they were in total darkness and the only sounds came from them as they whispered to each other in their native tongue. Then all hell broke loose as simultaneously a high intensity strobe light began flashing randomly accompanied by the overwhelming din of heavy metal music being played at a volume level that the prisoners could literally feel the sound waves buffeting their bare bodies. This lasted for perhaps ten minutes before being abruptly turned off and the room once more plunged into darkness. The trio were in a state of shock mixed with panic having never experienced such a barrage of sensory input. It was then that the sound of the powerful fans now directing a blast of hot air into the cell assaulted their eardrums.

       There were a number of deputies hanging around to watch what was happening to the women as they got their first taste of the disco. The readouts from their heart monitors were nearly off scale, which delighted the observers. They sat back and waited for the room to heat up, keeping their eyes glued to the heart monitors. Soon the temperature in the cell was over 100 degrees F. At that point the lights were turned back on so they could watch the trio of Japs sweat and shake, still reacting to the first blast of sound and the strobe. Minutes later the cell was plunged into darkness and the second wave of stimulation began. This time as the strobe light flickered and jumped, the noise being pumped into the hot box was even louder and more discordant than the previous burst. This time their ears were assaulted by the shreiks of grinding metal, which wavered as it rose and fell in a random pattern. To keep them on the verge of panic the strobe light intensity was varied. This coupled with the wavering scream of tortured metal being torn to shreds by powerful saws and the like made the prisoners shake and scream until their voices were hoarse. Once more the fans came on, but this time the bombardment of sight and sound continued unabated.

       Abruptly everything except the fans was turned off and the lights werre turned on in the cell so the prisoners could be observed. The director and one of the dominatrices had pissed all over themselves from fright, as evidenced by the pools of pee beneath their straining thighs, pulled to their limits by the anchoring cables attached to their big toes. The other woman was drooling and twitching, obviously frightened half out of her mind. She had retreated into something like a coma to escape the fears that had stripped her down to basics as far as her mental state was concerned. The heart rate for all three was in the red zone, which was a bit more than the police wanted to see at this point. Someone suggested that perhaps a rape break might bring the trio around so they could be tortured further by the sights, sounds, odors and temperature changes that could be utilized to make their existence even more miserable.

       Word was sent out to those on patrol that the trio was open for business for the next few hours and anyone who wanted a piece of sushi was urged to come over to the jail and tear one off. The way the women were restrained made it easy to give them a good prodding from either the front or rear. Soon there was a short line formed at each prisoner and a good time was had by all except the ladies being skewered. On the other hand the heart rates of all of them were soon lowered significantly, proving that as far as they were considered, being raped was much more preferable to being in the disco.

       Soon some of the deputies began getting creative, penetrating one, then pulling out so they could pummel one of the others before splashing a load of wigglers into her. Then there was the group that came like jack rabbits and then amused themselves further by taking a turn to use their fists to make the victims feel like their insides were being ruptured. Many took the opportunity to spit into the faces of their captives or worse still, used pepper spray on them, making sure that they took plenty in the eyes as well as up their nostrils. The lieutenant in charge called a halt to that for fear that the women might become permanently blinded. He made the deputies involved in this sport wash out the unblinking eyes of their victims with cold water, which was the only kindness they would be shown for the rest of their stay in this prison.

       The three prisoners were filled to capacity fore and aft before the fun was over and they were once more being entertained by the sights, sounds and even smells that filled the room in a random pattern. In no time at all their heart rates were running at maximum as they were treated to the roars of wild animals, the screams of tormented people like themselves, the massive blasts of machines ripping and tearing metal and other construction materials to pieces. Perhaps the single most awesome and frightening sound was that of a locomotive that seemed to be barreling down the track, its shrill whistle warning of its impending occupation of the space in which the trio of terrified women waited.

       The audio tape was the brain child of a friend of one of the police. His hobby, if you could call it that, was collecting strange noises and sounds. His favorite source, and one that curled the hair of most people who heard the tape were the screams and cries of human beings in the throes of fear, pain and utter madness. These were the ones that made the hair on the back of one's neck rise. These spoke in the universal language of all people of the world and so it was with the three Japanese captives. It was amazing to track their heart rate when they heard the voices. If they were reacting at a time when the strobe light was flashing, it was possible to see that they were actually adding their wails of terror to the wall of sound that was bombarding their ears.

       Being able to actually alter the climate within the chamber was perhaps the most amazing capability of the facility. It was difficult to believe that in this out of the way corner of an out of the way state, such technology existed. It depended on two enormous compressors and a huge gas fired furnace that was described by some as a heating and cooling system on steroids. This coupled with turbo fans allowed the room to have its temperature raised or lowered at the rate of close to two degrees per minute. The chamber could be heated to close to one hundred and twenty degrees F, and achieve a low end approaching forty degrees. When the mist injectors were turned on, the occupants would begin to suffer from hypothermia within minutes. When this portion of the climate system was in operation, it was always very carefully monitored. Those in charge of the system had never lost a prisoner, although more than a few had been brought very close to meeting whatever lay beyond this plane of existence.

       The three "terrorists" were given the full treatment with extended periods of time sweating off liquids that they could not afford to lose, or shivering, their teeth chattering, as the clammy cold mist wrapped around their naked bodies, slowly draining the heat from them. They inhaled odors that brought tears to their eyes or made them vomit. Their ordeal finally ended after nearly eight hours of unrelenting sensory overload that left them totally numb, eyes staring blankly, drool trickling from the corners of their mouths, muscles cramping from the stress caused by the restraints, nipples stiff as glass, bodies partially coated with sweat, urine and vomit, and an overall look of persons who had experienced things that best had never been revealed to any sane individual. There was still more to follow before their fate was determined by my client who was due today.

       Prior to turning in for the night, I'd put in a request for some quiet time with the Japanese lady director. The sheriff was most understanding, and so while her two companions in crime or was it terror, were entertaining the deputies, I took up residence in the chamber where my nasty adversary was still hanging, looking very, very out of it. I had some plans for waking her up good and proper. She'd pissed herself during her stay here, probably more than once based on the size of the puddle beneath her straining body. That was bad enough, but she also reeked of her own natural body odors. That hairy pussy was putting out a stink of rotted fish mixed with chlorine, and a fog of foul smelling stuff hung around her armpits. I wrinkled my nose and for some strange reason my joint began to harden. For a couple of moments I toyed with the idea of dropping my trousers and giving her a nice big load of boiling cum to start off her day.Then the more intelligent portion of my brain took over and decided it would be much more satisfying to compete the process of reducing her to the level of some lower form of animal life.

       I'd liberated some illegal fireworks that had been confiscated by the local police, along with a pair of needle nosed pliers that had been left in the vicinity of the electric chair. I intended to put both items to good use. To get the director's attention I used the pliers to yank out a hunk of that stinking public hair guarding her fishy twat. She grunted, but only half-heartedly. I smiled at her vacant face and got a grip on another portion of her black, lank fur. I gave a tenatative yank just to get her attention and then  took my time slowly ripping another chunk of pussy hair from her cunt. This time I got a stream of Japanese that indicated by its tone that she was less than happy with what  was happening to her cunt. To make it even more interesting I used the pliers to get a good grip on one of her wrinkled cunt lips. Then I began worrying the rubbery flesh, yanking the pliers from side to side as well as up and down. Her eyes got big, almost as if they still were taped open. I tried to twist that foul smelling hunk of pussy meat and she screamed her head off. Nothing like a little brute force to get a person's attention.

       I wondered how she'd react to having one of those stiff nipples clamped tight and then twisted into some kind of pretzel shape. I indulged myself and she damn near broke my eardrums with a howl that was almost animal-like. Now we were getting somewhere. Her pancake shaped tits cried out for a little attention and I responded to their come heather look, grabbing some meat and giving it a good twisting before trying to see how far that tit meat could stretch. It was impressive to see her flesh elongate and turn an angry shade of purple as the needle nose pliers did their work. Now the bitch was actually crying; I was in hog heaven by now. It was time to go to the fireworks for the big finish.

       The firecracker routine was something I'd picked up over the years. It's a classic mind fuck, and I'd bet money that my friend the director had never heard of it. Just to make sure I had her undivided attention I used the pliers one last time, letting them bite deep into the inside of one of her straining thighs until a spurt of blood popped from around the jaws of the tool.She nearly passed out from the pain, but somehow held on to her composure. All that was about to change.

       Prior to entering the chamber I'd doctored the firecrackers I planned to use to scramble her senses. Except for two of these little bomblets, the rest were duds. The fuse cord would burn down to just above the contents and extinguish itself since the remaining portion of the fuse was soaked with wax. I held the first one up to her eyes and ignited it. I held it for a few seconds,watching the fuse cord sparkle as it burned down rapidly. Then I dropped it below her stretched body, being careful to avoid the puddle of piss and what looked like vomit floating in it. The cracker exploded with a sharp bang and the stench of sizzling cardboard and the minute amount of explosive powder that had ignited filled the room. Her eyes got real big and her body tensed against the bonds holding her stretched in midair as I approached her with another one.

       She said something in Japanese, it almost sounded as if she was begging. Her words got louder as I parted her cunt lips and slowly pushed the miniature cannister into her twat. From the tone of what she was saying, it sounded as if she was pleading. That was just what the doctor ordered. I made a big production of striking a match and holding it to the fuse cord. She started trying her damndest to get rid of the small bomblet that was about to go off inside her cunt. Her body wasn't able to move very much and she realized it. I could see the pulse in her neck throbbing  as she grew more frantic. Then the fuse fizzled out and I hammed it up for her benefit, cursing and slapping my hands as I frowned in disgust.

       The next time I slipped two firecrackers into her tight hole and grinned at her before lighting them off. She looked as if she was about to rupture herself as she struggled madly against  the ropes and clamps that held her fast. I stepped back and watched as the fuses burned down to the wax and then went out. I feigned anger and even went so far as to take some of it out on my helpless victim. I grabbed those small  tits and yanked them apart as hard as I could, bringing a gasp and tears to her slant eyes. Then it was time for the big finish and I played it to the hilt.

       Her eyes got big, real big when I pulled out a cannon cracker. This bad boy was twice the size of the other duds. I held it up before her face and told her I was going to shove it up her ass and set it off. This was just in case she did understand English, which I strongly doubted. Either way she had to believe that something really bad was about to happen to her, and she was correct. I walked behind her and jammed my thumb up her constricted butthole. It soon widened just enough for me to wedge the cannon cracker into that tight puckered hole. There was no way she could see that I pulled another smaller bomblet out and lit it. I held it as long as I dared and then dropped it. It hit the floor and bounced once before going off. In less time than it takes to tell she lost control of her bladder and bowels. I jumped back to avoid getting splattered by the mess she released from both ends.

       I walked out of the chamber leaving the trembling lady director still in a state of shock from the game I had just played on her. She would not forget that little scene for a long, long time, that was for sure. I ran into some of the deputies outside, and told them my little friend was open for business. However before they started rearranging her insides, she needed a good hosing because of the little accident that had caused her to make a considerable mess. I suggested that perhaps they might want to chastise her for her lack of good manners, and add that to her growing bill. I wondered what was going on down the corridor where the other members of the trio were entertaining the troops in a manner of speaking.

                               (To be continued )