Martha's Prison Adventures
Chapter 4
Suzi was most disappointed to hear that the honorable Judge Judith
Longwell would be unable to visit her establishment until the middle of next
month. This news did not sit well with the warden, but there was very little she
could do to change the jurist's mind. In the case of judge Judith, as her
friends liked to refer to her, the court calendar and workload were her masters.
Suzi's last words to her old friend were to create some major changes in both
their lives.
"I don't want to make this appear to be a threat, but I am getting
desperate for some competent tongue. Some of my guards are adequate, but they
can never provide the sensations that you create in this lady's cunt. I fear I
will have to sample the abilities of our star inmate, Martha Manners. My spies
inform me that she possesses a magic tongue. Why should I let her waste such a
talent on some inmate like Big Bad ?"
Separating Martha from Big Bad proved to be a daunting task. The first
attempt was a miserable failure as the black amazon stone walled the two guards
tasked with the assignment to deliver Bad's little helpmate to the warden's
office. They retreated in disarray as the local inhabitants hooted at their lack
of courage, as if any of them would have done otherwise.
The second time Suzi used guile instead of force, having the meek
blonde intercepted on her way to the showers in the company of three of her new
found friends. Martha was a bit disappointed since they had promised to show her
how to do some tricks that would make Bad even happier than she currently was
with her.
The warden had been keeping track of Martha's progress, but had not seen
her for a number of weeks. She was astonished at the change in Martha's
personality and demeanor. The blonde woman was no longer defiant, aggressive or
challenging, the very characteristics that had sent her to Room 47 and led to
the substantial reduction in the number of working brain cells she now
possessed.
One part of Suzi Sykes was saddened, she had genuinely enjoyed having
Martha tortured and debased, all in the name of discipline. This vacant faced
drudge was not the fiesty individual that she once knew and secretly admired. On
the other hand the idea of having the famous, no, notorious Martha Manners as
her live-in pussy slave, terrified to disobey any commands she made of her, did
have a certain appeal to Suzi's more dominant side.
Suzi decided to find out for herself just how submissive Martha was. She
told her secretary, a trusty doing ten years to forever for trashing her lying,
married boyfriend, that she did not want to be disturbed for the next half hour.
This automatically turned on the surveillance camera in her office. Suzi was not
one to take risks out here in no woman's land.
The warden's face lit up delightedly when Martha responded almost
immediately to her order to strip down for an inspection of her person. Her
prisoner revealed a body that was a bit more firm than she was when she arrived.
Her breasts had recovered nicely from the brutal mammograms she had endured
earlier. The warden smiled coldly when she saw the crude tattoo just above
Martha's pink slit and the copper ring embedded in the meat of her left labia,
another symbol associated with the usual welcome wagon package that prisoners of
note received.
Suzi took a deep breath and ran her fingers across the clean shaven mons
of Martha Manners, tickling her cunt lips in passing, then retreating to insert
first one and then another finger into her snatch to check for any signs of
arousal. To her amazement she withdrew them to discover they were now coated
with a thick creamy substance obviously issuing from the prisoner. "Oh my god, I
have found the holy grail, a perfectly orgasmic female! Who would have believed
she'd be my prisoner." Suzi said to herself as she held her sticky fingers to
Martha's mouth and felt the delicate touch of her magic tongue as she quickly
and skillfully cleaned them until they glistened with her saliva. Suzi gasped
when those fingers were now captured in Martha's warm soothing mouth and sucked
dry in one quick movement that made the warden's pussy tingle.
"Who needs judge Judith?" she thought, and then felt a stab of remorse
for such an uncaring statement. Outside, her secretary was masturbating
furiously as she watched with eyes wide to capture every moment of this epic
meeting. Her hard face broke into a wide smile as she watched her boss begin to
disrobe while the naked blonde knelt quietly and awaited whatever would be
requested of her.
Meanwhile in another part of Suzi's steel and stone empire all hell had
broken loose. Big Bad had returned to discover that her pussy slave had been
spirited away to the warden's office. She was currently venting her frustration
on the innocent bystanders who had gathered quickly to observe this force of
nature on its rampage. The collateral damage she caused was considerable. Three
inmates soon found themselves in the prison hospital with major injuries and
another half dozen were nursing minor wounds that were determined not to be life
threatening.
The first wave of guards to arrive in an attempt to quell this one woman
riot were sent packing with kicks, blows and curses. A second, much larger force
of hard bitten ladies was not so easily dispatched. A lucky hit to the temple
soon had Bad on her knees in a daze. A volley of nightstick blows to her head
and body reduced Bad to some one more easily restrained. The unconscious amazon
was unceremoniously dragged off to solitary confinement.
Warden Sykes felt as if the top of her head had just been unzipped. She
stood on trembling legs, supporting herself by holding on to Martha's blonde
locks for dear life. Ms Manners mouth was locked tightly to Suzi's snatch,
forming an unbreakable bond. She was creating so much suction that the pressure
differential had made the joining a perfect seal, like a docking between two
spacecraft.
Suzi just hung on for dear life as Martha's knowing tongue made a
preliminary reconnaissance, searching out all those nice and nasty spots for
future reference. Martha actually was on automatic pilot during this phase. Her
mind, what was left of it, had wandered away to even stranger places while her
hard wired circuits fired off in the proper sequence, bringing gasps, squeals
and finally squeeks from her target.
Martha's tongue lit into one of Suzi's special spots and the warden's
entire body started to quiver like a tuning fork that had been just smartly
struck. Martha's mouth did a little sucking trick that neatly vacuumed up the
first trickle of pussy juice that issued from the trembling woman. The trickle
became a dribble, then a stream and finally a tidal wave of hot salty fluid that
spurted into Martha's mouth. The blonde knew what to do with all this tribute to
her pussy eating skills. Her throat neatly disposed of the nectar after it had
been swished around inside her mouth, a neat trick that set Martha apart from
her peer group. It always evoked memories of those happy days when she was first
initiated into the special world occupied by only a few of the great lesbians,
including her mentor, Ms Janet Bluestone.
The warden remembered very little of what happened afterward. She did
accept the fact that she never made it to that comfortable couch that served her
so well on previous liaisons, winding up instead on the carpet. She and Martha
set a new standard for rug munching in the truest sense of the word. From the
way her crotch and surrounding environs felt, Suzi had given copiously at or in
her office. Martha had proven to be a greedy taker, inhaling everything that
Suzi's winking cunt produced, and making it disappear as if she were a magician.
This meek prison inmate was a hall of fame pussy eater. Suzi could hardly wait
to get Martha on that big bed in her boudoir.
In spite of the delightful distractions that had been provided by the
prisoner, Suzi was ever the dedicated warden. She made a mental note to have the
prison cleaning crew come in and suck out all the pussy juice that was now
marinating within the thick and quite expensive carpeting. She also realized
that Martha would have to be examined very closely before being allowed into
Suzi's quarters. That would mean a complete body examination and cavity search
to make sure that Martha was not smuggling drugs or a weapon from the prison.
Whether or not she liked it, the process would take at least an hour, perhaps
longer since Martha was going to be housed in Suzi's quarters for the evening.
She got up and contacted her secretary who was busy rinsing out her
soaked panties prior to putting them on again. Within minutes a pair of guards
were waiting in her outer office to take the prisoner over for a very thorough
physical examination. These loyal ladies knew better than to offer any sign that
they were aware about what had taken place in the warden's office.
Once Suzi made the rounds of her prison, paying a special visit to the
solitary confinement area to check on Bad's progress, she called it a day and
prepared to cross into the zone to rendezvous with the caretakers handling
Martha. As expected, she was clean, but very wet according to those performing
the examination. Bolt cutters had been used to cut the ring of copper from the
prisoner's cunt lip.
To be on the safe side, Martha had received a barium enema and then was
X-rayed to check for any contraband she may have swallowed. To make her passage
through the metal detector a minimum distraction, they kept Martha stark naked
with her hands bound tightly behind her back with the type of plastic ties used
on large crates. By the time she was escorted through the detection machine, her
hands had swollen considerably and started turning an ugly purplish red.
The two guards remained with the pair until Martha had been stretched
out on Suzi's big bed, the manacles now fitted on her wrists and ankles fastened
by links of chain to the corners. After checking to see that the prisoner was
secured properly, they took their leave. Once they were alone Suzi looked down
on her blonde captive and gave her a menacing smile, then spoke.
"I have never been turned inside out like that. It was one of my all
time thrills, but it also bothers me that you were in control even though I
thought I was. Then you sneakily got that magic tongue into one of my most
vulnerable regions. That wasn't fair, you gave me no warning of your
extraordinary powers. So I will now have to tame this awesome force and bend it
to my will, so to speak. If you cooperate we both will have a most enjoyable
tryst. Resist me and suffer the consequences."
Poor, nearly brain dead or was it drained of brains, Martha could do
nothing but blink her baby blues and wait for whatever this dark haired woman
intended to mete out to her. It didn't take long. Suzi Sykes took little time
getting out of her clothing. She went to one of the matching nightstands that
flanked the bed and took out a silver bullet vibrator.
"This is not just some pedestrian store-bought vibrator; this beauty was
made for me right here in my own prison shop by a skilled female craftsperson.
It does many interesting things, but I'll let you discover that for yourself
while I take a nice long, hot shower. Don't worry my pet, I'll return to see you
sooner than later."
She made no sign or sound when the warden slowly pushed the tapering
cylinder deep inside Martha's moistening passage way. She leaned back and stood
up to gauge Martha's response when the first part of the program caused the tip
of the vibrator to gradually expand. She gave the blonde woman a grin and a wave
before disappearing into the adjacent bath.
Suzi returned to her boudoir refreshed and ready to go to town on her
guest. Martha on the other hand seemed to be having some trouble accommodating
herself to the tender ministrations of her mechanical lover. The warden's eyes
lit up when she saw the bubbles forming at the mouth of her guest's cunt. She
leaned forward and burst one on her outstretched finger. She took a quick lick
and smacked her lips, it was pure, high grade pussy cream, not juice, cream! Her
little toy was having a bit of an impact on the writhing blonde woman who
struggled fruitlessly to free herself from her bonds.
"I think you've had the full program my dear. Hope you enjoyed it,
because you'll be getting an encore performance, something experienced only by
myself and two other intimate associates. I slept for ten hours after it ran the
second time. Fortunately it has a fail safe mechanism that kicks in after two
full cycles. God knows what might happen to the unfortunate woman who went
beyond. Of course in your case how many more brain cells do you have to
contribute anyway? Perhaps I just might take a chance and see what you could do
with a third cycle. Perhaps some other time I'll let you try?"
As she finished speaking, another large cum cream bubble reached its
limit and made a soft mushy sound as it popped. She thought it strange that
Martha had not made a sound to date. She moved closer to see if her captive was
in any kind of difficulty. Martha was calmly staring at the ceiling with this
dumb grin on her face. The warden started to wonder if Martha might have gone
around the bend from her initial experience with the super toy.
She reviewed what it was programmed to do. First the top three inches of
the vibrator would expand to a diameter of four inches, putting quite a bit of
pressure on the walls of her cunt. Then the same section would be pushed forward
as it telescoped out from a piezoeletric-controlled sleeve until it made contact
with her cervix; at least it was supposed to contact her cervix provided the
length of her vagina was the same as the statistical average that was used in
the program.
Next the middle three inch section rotated to open slots that ran its
length. Out of these slots dozens of narrow plastic rods slid out until they
punched into the walls of her cunt.The depth to which they penetrated was
controlled by a microchip arrangement that depended on the pressure encountered
by the rods to determine when to stop its movement. Once the rods were embedded,
the entire section rotated at a very slow speed. The sensation these rods
produced was electric. It was as if there were dozens of lttle creatures
scratching away at the mucous membrane guarding the tender tube of twat meat.
The base portion of the toy was the work of some kind of depraved
genius. Initially it expanded until it contacted the vaginal walls around it.
Then a micro-gyroscope took control causing the section to move in an elliptical
path that made it feel as if the walls of the pussy were being run through an
out of kilter car wash.
Once all three sections were operating, the program was designed to make
changes to the critical parameters controlling each section, providing a mind
scrambling sensation that no human being could possibly tolerate for any
significant length of time. A cycle, from initial deployment to full operation
then shut down, took 8 minutes and 45 seconds flat.
Based on her experience with the deadly tool, Suzi estimated that
Martha's cunt had started producing bubbles at around the 7 minute mark. Had
there been a second cycle she would have turned into a tiny version of the
Lawrence Welk bubble machine, a situation fraught with dangers almost too
numerous to mention.
In principle her cunt could literally dry out and begin to hemorrhage,
one of the milder scenarios. At this point Suzi had lost interest in the lecture
she received from the convict-designer. It was just too spooky to contemplate.
Now she was doing just that in the case of Martha Manners, who had lost almost
all of her cachet since her arrival in Sykes Land. In fact the only thing Ms
Manners appeared to have that was a negotiable instrument, to put it in terms
she used to understand, was her incredible pussy eating skill.
On a whim the warden took up a position on the bed with her cunt planted
firmly on Martha's face, leaned over and hit the start button, firing up the
ultimate bubble machine for a second run inside Martha's quivering cunt.
Suzi's memories of her first encounter with Martha's tongue was not as
crisp and clear as she would have liked. Now she was about to experience Martha
upgraded, thanks to the magic wand that was working away inside the blonde's
money maker. It took but a few seconds to realize that Martha's souped up tongue
was now doing things to Suzi that she had never believed to be possible. The
warden felt the first orgasm arrive without warning, shake her like a tree in a
high wind, then move over to be replaced by a freight train of big Os, as the
ladies of the prison called them.
Then Martha's magic tongue went into overdrive, doing figure eights
inside Suzi's soaking wet slot. A small atomic bomb detonated somewhere deep
inside her boiling cunt and the shock wave flattened her. Suzi got a taste of a
huge Martha cum cream bubble that seemed as big as her head; it made her tongue
tingle. The warden began to mindlessly hump Martha's face, grinding up and down
in a frenzy of sexual madness. She then did something reserved for those rare
moments when she felt very close to death by orgasm; she squirted. Poor Martha
now had to contend with a spray of pussy juice that threatened to drown her.
The last thing Suzi Sykes remembered before the orgasm to end all
orgasms arrived, was the mental picture she formed of what was happening inside
Martha Manners' stuffed pussy. To the warden it was like listening to a German
oompah band, the base line represented by the thumping that Martha's cervix was
taking, the melody coming from the rods whirling about inside her, and the
counter point being produced by the eccentric rotation of the bottom portion of
the vibrating wonder machine. Then Suzi met her god in a flash of lightning and
a clap of thunder.
(To be continued)
