Martha's Prison Adventures
Chapter 9
Warden Sykes could barely contain herself at the prospect of getting her
hands on her former friend. Ever the wily one, Judith had obviously revealed
what she was doing to some one or ones in order for her to circumvent the system
and enter the prison facility as a prisoner. Despite that, Suzi had prepared a
welcome that the jurist would never forget. The night before Judith's arrival
she held a meeting with a few key members of her elite guard force concerning
this matter, providing them with specific instructions concerning the new
prisoner.
"This prisoner is not who see appears to be. In fact she is an old
friend of mine looking for some cheap thrills. Although she is well connected,
that should not inhibit the way in which you handle her. My friend is a rare
bird, part nymphomaniac and part masochist. She also goes both ways with a
vengeance. I want you people to make sure that she gets everything her little
twisted mind wants and deserves. On the other hand I do not want her bones to be
broken or her body mutilated. However I do expect her to have a few mementos to
remind her of her visit, but none that would show in normal dress. I want her to
be housed in the hard case cellblock, preferably with one of the nastier inmates
such as Mean Jean, if she's out of Room 47 by now and recovered from her latest
"accident". I'm sure she will be in a perfect mood to entertain her new roomie."
"Naturally I will want access to my dear friend on a fairly regular
basis. I want her transferred to and from my quarters in as humiliating a
fashion as you can dream up. I will provide a schedule for her arrival and
departure. Unless I specifically request her presence, my other houseguest will
be moved to a cell in the solitary confinement section whenever I am
entertaining my friend."
That evening Suzi was particularly demanding; it was one of those rare
times that Martha was challenged. She delivered without significantly damaging
the warden's mind or pussy. Afterwards as Suzi Sykes rested up from an orgasm
that had literally curled her toes and made her heart stop beating for nearly
ten seconds, she discussed the arrival of her guest without informing Martha who
it was. She could hardly wait until the two of them were face to face in her
bedroom. That was going to be a confrontation worth attending; the clash of the
subdued titans or perhaps would it be Armageddon lite?
Suzi sat behind a one-way mirror and witnessed her old college fuck
buddy being processed into the prison. She was one of five new inmates, and it
was obvious from her body language and demeanor that she was a different breed
of prisoner than what usually entered her stone and steel fortress.
Unfortunately for Judith, her attitude drew the guards' attention, not something
that any smart prisoner would ever want to do.
When the judge stripped down so she could be given a body cavity search
she revealed a set of tits that brought a gasp of surprise from Suzi. " I'll be
damned! Judy has gone and gotten herself a boob job! God, I can't wait to get my
hands on those babies." The warden had to fight off this sudden, strong urge to
pull her pants down and start playing with her pussy as she watched the action
taking place only a few feet from where she sat.
The warden watched as the judge bent over and held her butt cheeks apart
so that her anus could be probed for contraband. While one guard worked her
latex-covered finger up the woman's asshole, another took pictures of the event.
The flash startled Judith who rose up from the position she had been ordered to
assume. Quickly two guards rushed over and began hammering the jurist with their
batons, hitting her across the shoulders, her upraised arms and finally landing
a few into her rib cage, finishing her off.
This flurry of brutality had taken only a few seconds, but it left the
middle-aged prisoner on her hands and knees with snot running from her nose. A
guard screamed "Get the fuck up you miserable pig or I'm ram this baton up that
fat ass of yours!" as Judith tried to regain her bearings. She was taken by the
hair and forced to stand. Before she knew it, her hands had been cuffed behind
her back. She heard a voice shouting, "Take this bitch down to X-ray, I'm not
fucking with that fat pig anymore. Let them handle her."
Behind the one-way glass Suzi could hardly contain her glee at what had
just happened to the haughty jurist. She knew full well that the X-ray
department was peopled by sadists who delighted in performing their function in
such a manner as to make a simple process such as taking a prisoner's
temperature, an excruciating event that often caused mental as well as physical
damage to the patient. Suzi remembered what they had done to Martha when she was
processed into the prison. It would probably be no better for Judith Longwell,
and more likely worse unless she underwent a transformation in attitude
immediately.
Unfortunately for Judith, her years of sitting in judgment over people
had made it almost impossible for her to bow to the will of others. This was the
flaw in her plan to enter as a prisoner. Being a masochist, was not enough, one
also had to have the ability to kowtow when it suited the situation. This was
something Judith had forgotten how to do. She would pay a heavy price for this
failing.
When she was turned over to the regular guards some eight hours later,
Judith was a shell of her former self. She had been shocked literally as well as
figuratively to her core. She had absorbed more radiation than she would get
normally if she lived to be two hundred. She had been humiliated beyond belief
by all sorts of people, all of them she considered as inferior to herself.
Her resistance to their testing regimen only brought on even worse
variations. For instance she received what they described as a super mammogram
because she dared tell them not to damage her exhanced breasts which had been
recently installed. Their response was to mash her silicone-loaded breasts until
they were flat, and then give them double the maximum allowable dose of
radiation, in order to make sure that "everything was fine" with her. Her tits
now were swollen, and black and blue, except for the burned areas caused by the
irregular pattern of the X-rays when used at such high power levels.
Judith's insides hurt; she felt as if there were little imps beating
their fists against her intestines from one end to the other. She wasn't far
from wrong. They had started her out with a barium enema, a large bag filled to
the brim and then topped off midway through the procedure. The cramping was
acute, but there was nothing she could do about the matter since a large bung
had been forced into her rectum to guarantee that her intestines would be filled
with the solution. She was soon covered with sweat from the unending pain.
Then the X-ray equipment was turned on and the power run up to maximum.
She could tell because the needle on the guage marked power went into the red
zone and remained there for the entire period that this terrible test was
carried out. She remembered hearing the technician operating the machine
commenting that she would surely not have any more problems with unwanted
pregnancies now that her ovaries had been fried with radiation.
Later she was moved to another area and received a high colonic
procedure run by a computer controlled machine. The program determined the
location, resting time and the force necessary to traverse to the next position
within her intestines. The two lengths of tubing slowly snaked through her
intestines, washing away, then capturing any fecal matter clinging to the walls
and interstices of her bowels. Every time the machine shifted to a new position
there was terrible cramping and then a dull ache as if she had just been punched
in her abdomen. She could smell and hear the exiting of this internal debris, as
it splashed into the collection bucket. The stench from her own waste was
overpowering and just added to her overall queasy feeling.
Finally she was given a colonoscopy. They used the largest head that her
rectum could accommodate and the probe was then run very slowly through her
highly irritated intestines that had just been washed and vacuumed clean. The
pain was incredible and the judge passed out repeatedly, especially when the
head of the probe encountered a kinked area on its way through. She remembered
coming out of one of her swoons and hearing the technician announce that the
probe was almost back to the starting spot. Even as she was thanking her lucky
stars that this terrible punishing examination was completed, she heard the
doctor tell the tech to start it back up her again, because she thought she saw
something about midway through the first run. At that point Judith began
shreiking, her mind starting to lose its mooring.
After being pronounced free of any venereal diseases as the result of a
brutally invasive examination of her genitals that left her rubbed raw, and not
in possession of any drugs or weapons, judge Judith Longwell, AKA 3435-98-4075S,
was marched, still naked and cuffed, to a solitary confinement cell and left
there for the night. The cell was small, barely long enough to allow her to
stretch out on the concrete floor, if she could. The place was unheated, with a
slops bucket instead of a toilet. She wore a collar that was chained to the damp
wall, allowing her only to sit and ponder her situation as the hours slowly
passed in utter darkness.
Suzi Sykes was delighted with the report she received from the X-ray
department. They had put her old friend through the jumps and even included
photos. Suzi particularly enjoyed the before and after pictures of Judith's
breasts after her super mammogram test. She felt a little bit of guilt when she
realized that the judge had taken massive amounts of dangerous radiation that
might have health consequences some years in the future. She however
rationalized that if the jurist hadn't acted the way she did, or decided to
visit openly, none of this would probably have occurred.
She shivered with guilty pleasure when she fully accepted the fact that
judge Judith was getting just what she deserved for her haughty attitude. She
was eagerly looking towards tomorrow when the judge would begin interacting with
the most hardened criminals in the prison, especially her new cellmate, Mean
Jean. In the interim, she had Martha Manners to take care of those needs that
seemed to be becoming more insistent with each passing night.
(To be continued)
