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A DEMONSTRATION OF POWER
By Velvetglove
PART THREE
PERCUSSION AND GUITAR
17
You love to look into their eyes.
Windows to the soul.
The Electrician uses masking tape to seal the monstrous vibrator-probe in place, sticking a black criss-cross X across Topaz’s plump mons.
Now it’s show time.
He holds the commercial sized salt cellar above her naked body and turns the handle. He has already covered the vibrator with grains of salt. Now, a fine rain of sea salt granules falls onto her flesh, seasoning her like chicken on a barbecue.
But you don’t watch him. You study her instead.
There is a whirr, the tic of a flicked switch. The machine emits a high voltage hum, a hiss and a crack.
Volts plough simultaneously through her breasts and cunt. Her taut, rigid body strains anew against the leather straps. But she cannot move. Only her tit-flesh and pubic mound quiver. Her eyes almost burst their sockets and her mouth gapes open in one long silent wail.
The ‘tic’ of the switch being turned off is accompanied by steam rising from the sweat on her body, a tiny plume above her cunt.
All rapes will be wonderfully painful from now on. The raw, broiled inside of her womanhood will feel every lacerating thrust one hundred times worse than yesterday.
The chunky sea salt will mop up every droplet of natural moisture she produces, condemning her to ‘dry fucking’.
Little cuts will open in her vaginal walls. Then, later, you will treat her internal sores with your special lemon-and-chilli laced antiseptic cream !
You smile down into her face.
The straps hold her down on the meat rack. It is an A-shaped metal frame with steel rods, like a large triangular griddle. Her head is secured to the narrow end and the Electrician stands at the other end between her knees.
Five times the Electrician flicks the switch. Five surges of low but increasing power. Five times her body seizes, eyes popping, foam bubbling round her mouth, hair frazzled, her screams, gasps and begging providing a percussive soundtrack between the electric guitar solos.
Now the Electrician decides she’s had enough voltage and he flicks another dial. The huge vibrator itself starts to hum and churn inside her like a cement mixer.
Her expression explodes into a scarlet mask of grief. You see her trying to focus her eyes but failing. Every sinew of her body is taut and straining.
He rips the masking tape from her cunt lips and takes the dildo’s handle. He pushes, pulls, pushes, pulling it until there are only three inches inside her, then rams its entire length until the rounded crown will bash no further against her cervix.
Dryness prevents him fucking her with smooth motions. Instead, each thrust and cut is jerky and uneven. Trickles of bright red blood seep down her bouncing tits from the gator teeth in her nipples.
You lean down casually and lick a speck of salt from her temple.
“Hi.” You whisper in her ear. “Petals here. How’s it going ?”
Her red eyes look at you but don’t see you. She is going crazy.
It is hard to describe how wonderful you feel. Your nipples are hard, your thighs hot. But this is more erotic than your usual arousal. It is revenge on all those girls and boys who looked down on you, who mocked and frowned on your sexuality and behaviour, sniggering behind their hands.
Well, who’s laughing now ?
And Topaz is just the first. She and Silky will serve others up to you. Their lists with names and evidence. Then days, weeks, months of administering justice.
Revenge.
No limits, no comebacks.
Suffer you stupid bitch. If you are not prepared to let your tits and cunt be used to give you pleasure, they may as well be used to inflict pain.
You grin across at the perspiring face of the Electrician.
You enjoy working with him. He is a pleasant colleague. Although he’s nothing to look at, you and he make a good duo.
Sweat drips from the end of his nose. His features are plagued by dreadful acne scars and fresh yellow zits as he gazes down at Topaz’s ravaged labia. There is a small dark patch on the groin of his denim overalls. His dick is pushing out the front like a tent pole.
He needs relief as much as you do.
“How would you like to be first in her asshole ?”
He grins back, needing no further invitation.
18
Meanwhile, Silky could move slightly but she couldn’t resist them.
She was wearing a kind of weightlifter’s belt around her waist. It was made of scuffed red leather, polished but well used. The leather was 4 inches wide with chrome rings and a shiny central buckle, with chrome eyelets either side of it.
There were also leather loops stitched onto on either side of the belt. Her ankles were buckled into the pair of hoops behind her buttocks.
The backs of her heels touched her buttocks and her knees were akimbo like a small jockey riding a large racehorse.
Her wrists were fastened into loops at her hips, her fingers flapping and clutching pathetically at thin air.
Five men in uniforms were introducing her to PCB; ‘the Police Coffee Break’; it took just 20 minutes during a mid-morning pause in their normal duties for Silky’s life never to be the same again.
Atop a fucking table, on her back, knees in the air, she was mounted, trussed, being stuffed like a roast bird.
Already she was doing as they told her, as best she was able, to avoid further pain. While one man fucked her, she turned her head and sucked another’s cock. The three others jeered her, tugged her yellow hair, caressed their drooling erections over her pert tits and elegant neck.
“Hurry up mate. Shoot your load.”
“Hey man ! I’ve only had a couple of minutes.”
Her ragged breath accompanied their crude comments as she gasped and grunted onto the cock between her drooling lips.
“Yep. O boy, this bitch as got me right on the fucking edge … Oh … shit … yesssss !”
The penis in her mouth pulsed and spat surprisingly hot jets of cloying bitterness into the roof of her mouth, the back of her throat. Danno had never even hinted at such a thing. It was the first time in her life she had ever tasted semen.
She choked and blearily saw his triumphant glowering.
“Guzzle that down, fuckface. Mmm …”
She gulped and screwed up her face at the taste and horror as she felt the penis in her vagina throbbing next, the shame of its slime sullying her, men other than her husband leaving their mark on her forever.
Both men winked at her as they pulled back.
“Out the fucking way.”
Two new, angry erections replaced the glistening, spent penises.
One man took his place by her head and another stood between her helplessly splayed thighs.
Silky groaned but accepted the stinking, unwashed, purple invasion of her bruised mouth. She managed to focus on the leering face of the man. And felt his bony fingers coiling her hair.
He looked a similar age to her, the lower buttons of his shirt undone, his groin, stomach and chest covered in coarse black hair. His genitals stank of stale, garlicky sweat. He thrust into the back of her throat making her gag.
She just wanted it to be over.
So they wouldn’t hurt her any more than they were doing now, with their lust, sweat and jeers. If they reached their orgasms quickly, they might go away and leave her.
Between her thighs, she felt meaty lunges, in and out. Fingers forced their way under her bottom, prising open her buttocks. A thumb wriggled at the entrance to her anus. She glanced up at the sneering face. This man was much older than her. Unshaven jowls and brown teeth. As he exhaled she smelt tobacco on his foul breath.
She squirmed as his damp fingers probed and a sharp fingernail burrowed into her sphincter.
“She doesn’t like it round the back.”
“Nope. Never been used back there. Both she and her husband confirmed it during separate interrogations.”
“Hey, the boss doesn’t want us to do her ass yet ? You’ve gotta feel this baby’s chute.”
“Not this morning. Just cunt and mouth today.”
“Sheesh. Her cunt’s already fucking leaking like a sieve.”
“Shut the fuck up and fill her up. Coffee break’s nearly up.”
A camcorder lens was pointing directly at Silky’s face. Her stare was vacant as the policeman bobbed her head up and down like a basketball between his two hands.
“Smile, lady. Looky at the camera but keep that dick in your mouth.”
19
Somehow you will manage to hold off until the Electrician has finished.
You need to cum so bad already.
But sometimes a short dose of frustration is wickedly exciting. You love tease, but hate denial. Denying yourself, that is.
You watch him unzip and roll a very special condom onto his glistening erection. It’s the latest SMC2009 double-layered ‘Girth Enhancer’. The specially developed, thick rubber ridges along the shaft are chunky enough to add an extra inch to a penis’s girth.
But the gaps between the ridges, and the crown of the condom, are all made of the thinnest rubber, thus allowing most of the sensation and warmth to be enjoyed by the wearer. The Enhancer postpones, but doesn’t prevent, male orgasm.
In days to come, Topaz will usually be given lubricating enemas before anal rapes. But today it’s straight down to action and the Electrician doesn’t want to risk bare-backing her unwashed shithole.
She howls like a stuck pig as he seesaws the rubber invader into her asshole inch by inch. Each ridge pops her sphincter muscle producing a bawl of protest. He uses brute force to wedge the entire length into her until his balls eventually slam against her buttocks.
Even you draw the line at anal sex. You experimented once with a particularly handsome lad. He was desperate to try it. He was the first boy ever to lick your asshole, proper tongue right up your poop-chute. In the end you let that boyfriend prepare you, lube you, and gently manoeuvre his cock inside you.
Shite. Even when he reached round and fingered your clit, you had only noticed the ache, not the pleasure. You love a tongue, even a pinkie, in your butt, but a raging cock is just too damn big. Never again.
And now it sure looks as though Topaz would offer the same opinion, if she were consulted. Her puce face is crumpled in a kind of constipated scowl.
Despite the Girth Enhancer, the Electrician doesn’t hold out more than a couple of minutes. A bit of a disappointment, but what the heck. There’ll be many more opportunities.
He snorts, pumping like a maniac, snot dribbling from his nose.
You press the tit gators open and release them from her nipples, smiling at how such a merciful act elicits a new crescendo of keening from her. Blood pumps into her shocked nubbins and out again into her engorged tits. The Electrician’s hands circle them and squeeze the broiled meat as he injects his serum into the condom.
Topaz has screwed her eyes shut. You chuckle, patting her on the shoulder, wondering what wicked thoughts are ricocheting around inside her pretty little head.
You glance at your watch.
My, the morning is racing by.
20
Silky lay stifling sobs while a white-coated nurse prodded her leaking, inflamed vagina.
“So, tell us, how long have you two been married ?”
Silky’s wrists and ankles were still strapped to her hips. Her thighs were splayed wide open so that the female nurse could look and delve.
“Er, almost three years.”
The moment her gangbang had ended, Silky’s husband Danno had been wheeled into the room on a mobile X-frame to join her in the interrogation suite.
He had been mercilessly confronted - without a hint of warning - with the vision of his freshly raped wife and he had broken down blubbering into his gag.
Just sobs of helpless anguish.
He too was naked and gagged, standing crucified with his wrists and ankles chained to a vertical wooden X. The mobile frame and cross were made of solid unmovable oak with steel nuts and bolts.
“Aaah. Let’s see if we can’t make you feel a little happier.”
His body had eventually been unable to resist the skilled ministrations and sympathetic clucks of the nurses. Their licking of his ears and nipples, gloved and oiled hands fondling his genitals, had eventually caused his reluctant penis to stiffen in full view of his ravaged darling.
The second nurse continued softly teasing his erection in her fingers, just keeping him hard in front of his wife, toying with his scrotum.
“Husband your first ? Virgin when you married ? Him too ?”
“Yes.” Silky replied with a snivel. “We both were.”
The nurses were an experienced team; late-20s, both pretty with dark curls, exchanging knowing smiles like a lesbian couple.
“And how often did your husband fuck you ? Every day ? Even more than that ?”
Silky shook her head, screaming inside, “N … no.”
“Less ? Really ? Five times a week ?”
Silky couldn’t help glancing over at her husband, her lower lip trembling, cheeks scarlet, and nodded.
The second nurse reached behind Danno’s head and unfastened the ball gag. She jerked it out and laid it down in a foil ashtray.
“That really true ?” she asked him, running the tip of her fingernail up the underside of his jutting shaft. “True ?” she repeated.
Danno worked his jaw, trying to moisten his lips. He shrugged sullenly.
“P .. probably. I … guess.”
The nurse pouted. “Is that all this teensy soldier could manage ? Look at him standing to attention ! Five times a week. Is that really all ?”
“M … more in the f … first year.” Danno managed to snap indignantly.
Both nurses smiled, apparently pleased at the upward revision. They handled both their victims’ genitalia like kids toying with modelling clay. The sickly aroma of second hand sex filled the room.
“And you pretty much stuck to missionary sex, right ?”
“Yes.”
Both nurses began masturbating their victims, one pumping Danno’s penis hurriedly and roughly, the other skilfully manipulating Silky’s clitoris.
“Did you ever fantasise about another guy fucking your wife ?”
“No.”
“What about you ? Didn’t you ever wonder what it would be like to fuck one of your husband’s friends ?”
“N … nah.” Silky gasped.
In the background, a huge screen was silently replaying the recording of Silky’s gang rape.
“Hey, I love this bit.”
The nurse stopped touching Silky and picked up the remote to turn up the volume.
Jeers, cheers and rape-noises filled the room. On the screen, a young policeman pulled his shining penis from Silky’s lips and pumped himself bukkake-style all over her face.
The other nurse turned to stare into Danno’s red rimmed eyes. She took her hand away from his penis, leaving it twitching.
“Did you ever hose her face ? Or is that a first for her ?”
He merely ground his teeth in fury, making both nurses giggle.
On screen, there was an auto-slow-motion repeat of the facial hosing. The address of an overseas website was now superimposed on the footage. It was ready for uploading. Studied close up, the volley of pearly gobbets was impressive, smearing Silky’s eyelids, nostrils, cheeks and lips. Her face was clearly visible, ready for surfers worldwide to admire and enjoy.
The nurse clicked the remote again, muting the sound. She returned the conversation to the frequency of the victims’ sex life.
“So, remind me. Five missionary fucks a week. Yes ?”
“Yessss.” Danno hissed angrily.
“But a teensy bit more energetic in your first year together, yes ?”
He nodded.
The nurse turned to Silky with a lascivious wink. She picked up a red marker pen and a clipboard.
“Okay, that’s five times a week multiplied by fifty two. Call it 150 times a year.”
She wrote 150 on the page and then x 3.
“So, 450 times in 3 years plus say an extra 50 in the first year ? Yes ?”
Like a schoolmistress, she wrote = 450 + 50 in red on the line below.
Silky gawped up at her, confused by the math at a moment like this. It felt so disgusting even having a conversation about such a thing, let alone in front of Danno. The other nurse had begun fiddling with her husband’s penis again.
“Yes. Probably … wh …why ?” she replied.
The nurse gave a wry smile. “Just doing our research. I’ll put down 500.”
At that moment, the door opened and Elka strode into the interrogation room. She stood in her black uniform and boots, arms folded.
The nurses tensed in the supervisor’s presence but didn’t move. Their heads merely nodded in a type of salute.
“So.” Elka said, beaming.
She inclined her head briefly to acknowledge the nurses.
“And how are things proceeding in here ?”
“Fine, Ma’am. As you instructed.”
Elka grinned down at Silky and across at Danno, over to the TV screen.
“I see you’re enjoying the unedited rushes.”
“Yes, Ma’am. They are.” The second nurse responded.
As if to illustrate the point, she removed her fingers from Danno’s erection, leaving it bobbing in midair. “He’s turned on by the show.”
Elka’s lips curled. Her smile was like a snake surveying its prey.
“Mmm. Phew, it reeks of sex in here.”
She stood facing Danno, letting her eyes scan up and down his nakedness. Hunky. One day, Elka mused, years ago, she might have fucked him.
Too late now. He’d missed his chance.
Way too late.
“Well, you’ll get plenty of chances to watch similar movies.”
“Please.” His face crumpled. “I beg you. Just let us go. We’ll tell nobody. And we’ll never march or demonstrate again. Ever.”
Elka nodded kindly, reaching up to touch his jaw. “Mmm. I bet you won’t.”
It was such a lovely sight. The handsome naked husband spreadeagled on an x cross opposite his cute nude, turkey-trussed wife.
Of course, as Chairman Mao said, every journey begins with a single step. And today was just the first modest footstep of a truly exciting trek for Silky and Danno.
Elka turned to the other nurse. “How many ?”
“Five hundred. In three years, Ma’am.” The nurse held up her clipboard.
“Five hundred ? A nice round number. And how’s her cunt ?”
The nurse shifted out of the way so Elka could see. Both women peered down at the bright red, plundered maw.
“The usual. A bit puffy, swollen, a mess. But otherwise fine.”
“What do you reckon then ?”
The nurse shrugged casually. She absentmindedly tugged open a flap of Silky’s labia.
“I think a minimum ten a day, seven days a week.”
Elka nodded equally nonchalantly. “Okay. And 1% daily interest.”
The nurse smiled and jerked her head.
“And what about him ?”
“Naturally, he can stay here until she’s repaid in full.”
“Absolutely, Ma’am.”
Elka glanced down at Silky’s confused, shining face, then stroked the young woman’s flat stomach. She winked at her in a conspiratorial manner.
“And when this one is down to her final 200 men, phase out her contraception. I want her impregnated before it’s over.”
Silky’s mouth opened wide in a silent ‘o’ and Danno uttered a drawn out groan.
Elka chuckled and ran her hand proprietarily along the side of Silky’s body.
“Five hundred guys. Mmm. Makes me go weak at the knees. I almost envy you, my dear.”
Then she strode to the door. “Sorry, everybody, but I have an important meeting. I have to dash.”
The atmosphere changed the moment their Supervisor had shut the door. The two nurses relaxed again.
“So. The big five-o.”
“Five hundred’s chickenshit.” The nurse tending Danno seemed disappointed. “And only one per cent interest.”
The two women delighted in explaining to Silky and Danno how their sentence would unfold. They used the marker pen and clipboard.
Silky had to fuck 500 different men at a rate of at least 10 guys a day. Like a credit card, that was her absolute minimum payment. Of course, she could fuck more daily if she could manage it.
Then each evening a ‘charge’ of 1% would be added to whatever amount was her outstanding balance.
So, they clarified, starting at 500 and, if she fucked say only the minimum 10 on Day 1, her balance would be down to 490.
But then an interest charge of 4.9 would be added to her total, so her revised balance would be back up to 495.
If she managed only another 10 on Day 2, her balance would decrease to 485, but 4.8 of interest would be added to her total, so her revised balance at the start of Day 3 would be 490.
And so on.
A case of two steps forward, one step back.
“But that’s … how can you expect anybody to manage that ?”
The nurses sighed at Danno. “Oh, the State will help. We have a never-ending supply of policemen, soldiers, officials, volunteers, all ready to offer their services.”
Silky and Danno exchanged horrified looks.
“Each day your Probation Officer will organise a rota of men to come round to your home.”
“Our …” Silky gasped.
“Yes. CCTV will be installed and a tag fitted on you. This is a parole you can serve at home, in your marital bed.”
“Oh my … you’re truly evil. I can’t …” she burst into yet another bout of dry sobbing.
“Not evil, dear. Justice. It was wrong to demonstrate against the State. So you will now demonstrate your repentance of your crime. I can assure you that this is a mild punishment compared with some other offenders.”
“But people will know. They’ll talk.”
Despite his numb shock, Danno clung to some kind of rational hope.
“Absolutely. And as a result I think your neighbours and friends will decide not to demonstrate ! And when your wife’s pregnant and gives birth to a firstborn who looks nothing like you, it’ll be a constant reminder to you both and your neighbourhood.”
“Please … I can’t …”
“You can and you will.” Both nurses chimed.
“Noooo ! Danno won’t let them …”
One nurse cocked her head coyly at Danno. His erection had deflated below half mast. She reached up and pinched his cheek.
“I’m afraid he won’t be there to stop them. You see, he’ll remain here, until you have fucked 500 different guys plus all the accrued interest.”
“Noooo !”
“But the quicker you pay your debt, the quicker he’ll be free.”
“But that is so …” Silky’s voice trailed off into a sob, unable to finish.
“How lo… long ?” Danno stammered.
“Well, I think the record for 500 is 13 days. But that was some foreign whore. For a fresh and respectable national like your wife, I think 3 months is a reasonable target.”
“What about the men this morning ?” Silky blurted out in a wail.
The nurses burst out laughing, exchanging sly glances.
“This one’s a sharp negotiator I see ! No dear. Those five don’t count. Call them the, er, arrangement fee. And nor will we include any other gentlemen who use you before we send you home.”
There was a heavy thud on the door.
“Whoo !” The nurse opened her eyes wide in mock surprise.
“Speak of the devils !”
21
You pause outside his office.
The Chief of Police.
Horne.
Your boss.
Your mentor.
Your lover.
Outside a woman is waiting. She has been here since yesterday. She is in her early forties, brunette, well preserved, in a tight, low cut top that reveals way too much cleavage by your country’s standards. Certainly too much for a woman her age, with bosoms her size. She has dark, haunted eyes and appears totally dejected.
You wink at her, knock on his door and enter.
It never fails to surprise you how heavy the studded door is. How wonderfully intimidating it must be for those unfortunate enough to pass through on their nightmarish journeys.
Horne waves you in. He’s on the phone. His smile makes you catch your breath. You don’t love this man. But fuck, you do lust after him, like a girl longs for a movie star or rock singer. You want him inside you.
Now.
All morning you’ve wanted him, building up to this moment.
He pushes his chair back and blows you a silent kiss.
You lean over and press your lips to his forehead. He smells manly, vaguely of cigars, with his grey-flecked hair, charcoal eyes, strong cheekbones and jaw. He is 40, sixteen years older than you, but still in his prime. You like the age gap. It excites you. His experience and clout, allied to strength and dynamism.
He continues talking on the phone, tearing a strip off some middle-ranking officer. His left hand reaches for your bosoms.
Behind him, jutting out of the office wall like some hunting trophy, is a living pair of naked buttocks and splayed female legs.
The ankles are held apart by a steel leg-spreader bar.
The bottom is a bright hue of crimson, smarting with the demonstration of a very recent and severe thrashing.
The bald cunt and anus wink at you from between her bent over thighs.
There is a pool cue rack on the wall above her buttocks. Stacked neatly in the rack is an assortment of whips, canes, vibrators, chains and cuffs.
She has been there over 24 hours. She was your ‘entertainment’ accompanied by champagne and caviar yesterday evening. You know that on the other side of the wall, in Horne’s private ensuite bathroom, the same young lady’s head and hands stick out like lavatory fittings.
In the bathroom, the specially constructed, adjustable pillory holes for her neck and wrists are set at waist height, securing her head between Horne’s imported, western-style toilet pan and the luxurious gold-tapped basin.
You unbuckle your lover’s belt, shirt, ease open his shirt.
You hurriedly remove your own boots, uniform, unbutton your own shirt.
You lower his pants and slither onto him, easing his hardness inside you.
He is married. But you’re not jealous. Nor is he.
You both enjoyed the shared thrill.
“Yes.” He hisses, slamming down the phone, kissing you again. “Fuck me.”
“Ohh !”
You are already about to climax. After less than 30 seconds.
His penis is a perfect fit for you. Filling but not painful. It is not any longer than your husband’s weapon. You don’t fuck Horne or any other men because of Meek’s inadequacy.
But your lover is just that crucial bit thicker. And better. His pubic ridge smacks repeatedly against your aroused clitoris.
He smiles indulgently. “Cum for me, my horny bitch !”
You kick your heels down onto the floor, spinning his chair.
You ride him seamlessly through your first climax, letting your mind wander briefly, excitedly, to Meek, Topaz and Silky.
Then you’re accelerating directly into an encore.
He’s matching you stride for stride, thrust for thrust.
His hot fluid tips you over the edge again, creaming your pie.
You both sag into each other, sweating, gasping for breath.
Sideways on you find you are both admiring the ‘trophy’ on the wall.
“You must have had an exciting morning.” He murmurs, turning his face back to you.
“Mmm. It was fun !”
He chuckles, gesturing at the phone on his desk.. “I’ve been too busy dealing with incompetents.”
“I see you found time to warm up the buns of your latest trophy.”
He laughs, turning his head. “Yep. Just a limbering up.”
“For you, or for her ?”
You climb off him, lean and kiss him, then pad through to the bathroom.
You see that the young woman’s face doesn’t look as good as when you last saw her. She is the daughter of one of Horne’s competitors for the top police job.
Or rather an ex-competitor !
Her black curls are bedraggled and sodden, her mascara smudged, her eyes red and tearstained. There is a bluish yellow bruise on her forehead.
Since the previous evening, she has been ‘tarted up’; hints of glitter powder, scarlet lipstick, bright blusher, all applied in a juvenile manner.
But between her teeth she still doggedly presents the plastic handle of a toilet brush like a dog with a bone.
And in one open palm she proffers a bar of soap-on-a-rope.
In the other hand she holds a roll of white toilet tissue.
You wink at her miserable expression and pirouette to perch astride the toilet seat with your back to her. You can see her miserable reflection in the mirrored wall facing you.
Horne appears shuffling at the doorway, his engorged and glistening penis swinging freely between his legs, pants round his ankles.
You relax and enjoy the hiss of your own emptying bladder.
Horne smiles and walks over to stand next to you, discarding his pants in a pile. He lifts the toilet brush out of the girl’s mouth and props it on the floor.
“Sorry. Can’t wait any longer.” He apologises to you, not to her.
He lifts his dick between his fingers and aims it at her face.
“Eyes and mouth open, bitch.”
You twist around on the seat, amused, and watch as his yellow trickle turns into a golden torrent. His piss drenches her hair, face, bubbles out of her mouth, splashes her blinking eyes.
You reach for the toilet tissue and delicately pat at the droplets of urine between your thighs. You are careful not to wipe away Horne’s load. Some will slowly dribble out of you, leaving the residue to fester nicely for Meek.
“Her mom’s still waiting outside your office.” You tell him.
He winks. His piss has formed a spreading puddle on the floor tiles. It trickles slowly down a specially built gutter under the girl’s head.
“Yes. I bet her imagination is running riot about what’s happening to her daughter in here.”
“What’s her name again ?”
He shakes off his dick into the girl’s face.
“Sofi. And her daughter here is Sofelina.”
“And how’s he ?” You refer to the woman’s husband, this girl’s father.
Horne takes your hands as you climb off the toilet seat.
“Still helping us with enquiries.”
He winks again, ensuring that Sofelina sees.
You press the flush, grin at her, as she listens to her parents being discussed like villains in a bad movie. On an impulse, you slide your finger between your wet labia and scoop up a glob. You paint her forehead, dabbing a pearly bindi between her eyes.
Horne changes the topic, picking up the toilet brush and popping it back between the girl’s teeth.
“How’s that husband of yours ?”
“Fine.” You smile. “Horny, I’m certain. But let’s face it. He’s the lucky one. I have a few new male prisoners who would soon do anything to swap places with my hub.”
He chuckles as you walk out the bathroom together.
“Nevertheless, I hope you intend to keep your darling horny.”
He hands you a cane. It is the length of a pool cue, made of light but vicious yellow bamboo.
You swish it through the air in a practise strike. The whoosh makes your skin tingle.
Horne stands back admiringly like one golfer watching another. You plant your feet and stare at the crimson sweet spot on the girl’s buttocks.
You take aim and thwack it three times across the target, hearing her cacophony of screams through the doorway.
Her wails annoy you so you go and shut the bathroom door, before delivering a second trio of strokes. Through the door there is now just muted wailing. Her muscles clench and release as the six juicy new lines throb and glow.
You shrug, handing Horne back the cane, starting to dress yourself.
He takes your place, placing his hand on the girl’s globes, testing their heat. Then he takes up his best driving stance and lashes a 3-wood into unmarked skin at the top of her legs, below her overused buns.
“So ?” he asks. “About your husband ?”
You chuckle at his insistence.
“I haven’t made up my mind yet.”
22
The half-dressed man hunkered over Silky’s face while she licked and tongued his sweaty, salty scrotum and the sagging curve of his butt.
He had kept his shirt and socks on but removed his boots and khakis. His body was exceptionally hairy and his balls hung down onto her chin like ripe coconuts.
He had been introduced as her ‘Probation Officer’.
“That’s the way.”
“Look, she’s got a pube stuck on her lip.”
Silky managed to spit out the invading hair with her tongue. They had now removed the leather belt securing her wrists and ankles. Because she couldn’t fight them anyway. She was lying with her head hanging backwards over the edge of the leather rack.
Meanwhile, the two nurses sat on stools either side of Danno, watching and commentating, whilst shaving her husband’s groin hairless. He was still crucified on the x-frame, unable to help either himself or her.
One soaped him and manoeuvred his erection out of the way while the other swept the razor to and fro efficiently.
“Well, she won’t catch any hairs from her husband for a while.”
Silky snatched an upside down glance across at Danno. He was baby bald from his pubic area up to his stomach. Meanwhile, the man who had introduced himself as Danno’s ‘Jailer’ was grinning, holding out a wine bucket of crushed ice.
“Okay, lady.”
Her Probation Officer cuffed her lightly and growled. “Tongue my shithole.”
Silky had no resistance left in her. She burrowed her face into the stagnant crevice and pushed her tongue up as far as it would go.
Did none of these people wash ?
This man was even more revolting than Elka.
She heard male and female laughter, crude comments.
“And now it’s time to lock our friend up.”
She stuck to her disgusting task but gathered that ice was being applied to poor Danno’s genitals. There were cheers and more laughter, then metallic sounds like a ratchet being turned.
She winced as her own hair was pulled.
“Take a peek at your husband !”
Danno’s eyes were staring, glazed over, red rimmed. He looked half-conscious, half-mad. She twisted her neck and saw a steel cage had been fastened around his chilled scrotum and penis. It was the size of a baseball, made of wire mesh, like two tealeaf strainers fixed together.
“Keep staring at your husband while you blow my dick.”
Five sets of eyes were fixed on her now; the two nurses, the Jailer, her Probation Officer.
And Danno’s.
She groaned as her blonde hair was pushed away from her face so everybody could get a good view of her slurping mouth.
“Yeah. Mmm …”
His fist bumped against her lips as he finished himself off. She tried to blank her mind, knowing what was coming. Yet more warm, spicy paste cloyed her tongue, gums, palate.
She gagged and tasted the acid of her own vomit coming up in the other direction, gulped, sucking the bitter glutinous bile back down her throat with his semen chaser.
“Hey man. Your bitch has potential.”
Without warning, the whole cocktail erupted up into her mouth again, acid burning her sinuses. He pulled his erection away and she pursed her lips shut to prevent the whole lot spewing onto the floor.
“Swallow it.”
She guzzled, somehow forcing her gag reflex to obey, tasting the slimy texture and sour tang as it splashed like a scummy wave of flotsam and jetsam crashing onto seaside rocks.
This time the tide receded down the plughole of her throat and somehow stayed there. The man wiped the stringy residue hanging from the wet tip of his penis over her nose and chin.
Four faces smiled at her.
One didn’t.
“I like oral, lady, but today I’m gonna fuck your cunny.”
Danno’s jailer had spoken. He stepped forward next, unbuckling his belt.
Silky screwed her eyes shut, listening to the sounds of his belt, his zipper. She felt his hands on her knees, swivelling her. Her back slid towards him on the shiny leather as he tugged her.
“Open your fucking eyes.”
She blinked at him. His hard penis sliced inside her easily, driving the air out of her lungs.
“And you.” She heard him shout at Danno. “Look at us and listen !”
She felt faint, their faces whirling, blurred, drifting in and out of focus.
She half-heard as her rapist calmly explained official State policy.
A Jailer needs to ‘get to know’ a male inmate’s wife or girlfriend thoroughly. It presents just one additional challenge for the prisoner to overcome.
To even qualify for the chance of parole, he must learn to humbly accept his jailer’s right to use freely whatever was once his.
Forever.
During a prison sentence, his jailer will keep in touch with an inmate’s wife on his behalf. He will not spare the details of his visits and the inmate must be enthusiastic and approving.
But many jailers continue to pay frequent and unannounced visits to their ex-prisoner’s homes, months and years after the prisoner’s release.
If a male prisoner shows any objection to his one time Jailer helping himself to food, drink, possessions or his wife, he is likely to be rearrested immediately.
“Cross your legs behind my back.” Silky heard the jailer order her.
She managed to lock her ankles, feeling him plunge deeper inside her.
“Make no mistake.” He grunted into her ear. “You and your old man are getting off lightly. Be a good girl and you can return to a relatively normal life in six months to a year’s time.”
She saw him smirk at Danno. “Yep, but even after you’ve served your time, this is a sight you’re going to get fucking used to.”
He slowed. She tried to focus on him hovering above her, staring down into her eyes, like a giant vampire bat.
“However, I can assure you that your friends Topaz and Jorjo would do anything to swap places with you !”
Silky wheezed then, mercifully, she passed out.
23
Topaz knelt on the cold concrete floor of the tiny cell.
Two steel bowls had been placed in front of her. She had sipped from the water, recoiling at its brackish, soapy taste and warm temperature. It was grey, scummy, used dishwater, with a slick of grease floating on the surface.
She gagged at the smell emanating from the second bowl.
It looked like pet food, gristly chunks in a glutinous gravy. Pearly gobs of white goo garnished the top. The grinning, gap-toothed guard who pushed the bowls through the bars had obviously added his own something to the recipe.
“Eat up, bitch. You’ve got five minutes or we drag you out and force feed ya.”
Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back. She placed her lips over a chunk that was free of his trimmings and used her tongue and teeth to lift it into her mouth. She bit into the soft, slimy texture. It made her heave.
“Don’t worry, kid.” His voice taunted her. “It’s safe to eat.”
She shut her eyes and gulped, tasting the rancid meat, somehow forcing it down her gullet.
“Good. Now faster. I wanna see ya wolf the whole lot down.”
Nausea swirled around her head. She broke into a sweat. But she compelled herself to eat it. Not just to obey him, but because she had suddenly realised how hungry she was. She had to eat to survive.
“That’s it. And don’t waste my sauce.”
Topaz soon realised that the foul man’s semen was positively harmless compared to the other ingredients; gloopy giblets were mixed in with tough cubes and bony gristle in a fetid, viscous gravy.
Eventually though, at last, the steel bowls were both clean.
24
You grin at Silky.
The blonde looks surprisingly good, considering.
Freshly showered, hair brushed, dressed in her own clothes, makeup. For a fuckdoll who recently passed out unconscious, she looks relieved to be moving onto the next stage of her whore’s life.
"Would you like a final word with your husband before you leave ?"
She nods gratefully. Her makeup is heavy, sluttish, bright lipstick and red blush.
"Okay. That shouldn't be a problem.”
You rise from your seat, relishing the moment. “I think he's in here.”
You take a few steps and push open a heavy steel door.
Before you fully open it you turn to gloat.
"I'm sure he’ll be thrilled to be able to say goodbye.”
You open the creaking door and put a finger to your pursed lips in a ‘ssh’ sign. You gesture for her to follow.
The tableau is perfect.
Such a nice image for a wife to take home with her.
Danno hangs there, like the figurehead on the prow of an old ship. Background music plays gently on the room’s sound system, although you doubt Silky will pick up on your musical joke. ‘My Heart will go on’ sung by Celine Dion.
Percussion, guitar, big vocals.
Silky’s hand flies to her mouth and she gasps in shock horror.
Her initial view of her husband is in profile. The room is in darkness except for bright overhead pin-spots illuminating his head, body and the gleaming steel struts.
Danno is strapped tight to a sturdy metal frame. His back is arched like a bow and he can only stare straight ahead at a bank of empty TV screens. His legs are slightly parted with his knees bent at 90 degrees, the soles of his feet facing upwards, about three feet apart.
You chuckle approvingly at Silky, cocking your eyebrow.
Danno’s arms are pulled right back and locked together, from his elbows to his fingertips, inside a long, red leather bondage sleeve.
His head has been shaved completely bald. Its newly revealed dome glows with sweat and his face and body are pink and dripping under the heat of the spotlights.
His naked body is tied to the frame by leather straps that dig deeply into his flesh; they are too tight around his ankles, his calves, his thighs, his stomach, his chest and his wrists. His head is held completely immobile by a very taut strap circling his forehead and a final one round his neck.
“Nice, eh ?”
You very slowly start to swivel the frame on its castors towards you both.
“But …”
“Remember, the more men you fuck each day, the quicker he’ll be off this thing and back living a normal happy life beside you.”
Danno’s pink face swings into view. His mouth is plugged by a crimson ball gag. Drool runs in a slick down his chin. He blushes cutely.
“Who’s a pretty boy then ?”
A muffled groan escapes, flaring his nostrils.
The heavy steel penis tube hangs hypnotically between his thighs, swinging like a pendulum, as you turn the frame full on to face Silky.
She screws up her face, smudging her fresh makeup.
“Oh my … please … you can’t … he …”
“I can.” You reply calmly. “And he will.”
“But I …”
“And.” You interrupt her. “You can too.”
“Please. Look, we have money. Anything ?”
You appear indignant, horrified. Your hidden CCTV system is on, recording this scene. Offering bribes is a serious offence. After Silky has served out this sentence, she will now be vulnerable to face a new charge.
But all in good time.
“I have no interest in money.” You retort for her, and the camera.
Actually, that’s not quite true. A team has already searched their home, checked their accounts, valued every single possession and asset they own.
Silky sobs, reaching a hand up to cup her husband’s dribbling chin lovingly.
“Say goodbye.” You smile. “I’ll maybe let you visit him after your first hundred fucks. See how each other’s getting along.”
You slowly start to swivel the frame away from her. His eyes bug helplessly, as he tries to communicate some kind of message to his wife; of reassurance perhaps, of encouragement, of sorrow, whatever.
“Come on now, it’s time to get you on your way home.”
END OF PART THREE
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