Message-ID: <16061eli$9810042025@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Mr. Ed" Subject: Cold Haven1 Chapt. 1&2 (S&M, prison, torture)Mr.Ed, Lady Sara, Jeanne Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36164642.D6D3F55E@home.com> This is an extreme fantasy story by the author of Pooch. It's not suitable for the squeemish or the underage who should not be in this newsgroup to begin with. As with all my stories I ask for readers responses whether they are positive or negative as long as they are constructive. Ongoing contributors to the the story include Lady Sara & Jeanne Enjoy the story. Mr. Ed JOURNEY TO THE COOLER An old diesel locomotive crawled along what had been a long abandoned track leading deep into the northern interior of what had been, till recently, the Province of Ontario. About March of the year 2000, the Province and indeed the whole country of Canada had ceased to exist. It did this without so much as a whimper as government officials and workers simply left their posts and went home. The government was effectively abandoned to any group that was somehow able to keep its members together and functioning as a unit. This turned out to be a militia unit called the Army of the Americas. Thanks to leadership that was far sighted enough not to ignore the Y2K problem but plan for it and take advantage. When the power began to shut down throughout the world, starting in Taiwan and Japan and spreading east as the clock would strike midnight, this group began to go into action securing and holding major food storage facilities throughout what was then still the United States of America. With the entire nation blacked out with no public utilities, meaning no water pumping, no telephone service and no electricity the United States army was simply stretched to thin to be able to keep order. With poor police communications and simply no functioning security systems, stores were quickly looted. With no water pressure fire departments could do nothing to extinguish fires and many cities burned. With no pay and little hope of success in restoring order soldiers abandoned their posts and became a steady source of manpower as the Army of the Americas recruited them and the weapons they had access to with promises of a steady food supply and dreams of future power. By the end of the first year the few politicians that had still believed it was their patriotic duty to try and hold things together had also given up and returned to spend their final days with their families. By the time reliable power came back on in the year Y2K2 2/3 of the North American population was dead having succumbed to starvation, exposure or disease. The rest of the world fared worse. The government that emerged was by necessity a military dictatorship with the generals answering only to their supreme commander, Conrad Sinclair. It’s main purpose became to organize the remaining populace, according to their skills, and force them back to work restoring some sort of economy. Pay would be food and the knowledge that they would live to see another sunrise. At first there was resistance but the desire to go on living, no matter how bleak the conditions, caused most to comply. Harsh times called for harsh measures and dissidents were not tolerated. Men who fell from the good graces of the regime quickly found themselves in front of a firing squad. As a sign that chivalry was not dead, dissident women found themselves led off to prison. Most, rather quickly, became envious of the fate of the men. There were no resources available to maintain prisons so out of necessity they had to be self supporting at the very least. Ideally they would turn a profit. For this purpose prison administrators were given a free hand to run them as they saw fit. Prisoners had no rights of any kind. The only thing that the administrators were held accountable for was the bottom line. As an extra incentive they would get to keep 25% of any profits. Losses were impossible because the government would send no supplies without payment in advance. If that meant no food in the winter time then rations were simply cut even to the point where the inmates would starve. It was to this sort of prison that the train was now heading. Known as Cold Haven 1, it was the site of a long abandoned gold mine with the buildings surrounded by multiple chain link fences, and the spaces in between filled with concertina wire. The old corrugated buildings that were once used to process ore and store equipment were now used to house the inmates and serve as their work quarters. Unless it could be fueled by wood it was expensive to run so the generators which once supplied ample power to run the entire mining operation, stood idle. Eye sores like so much other garbage that littered the ground between the buildings. The train pulled a single boxcar. The steel car and locomotive pulling it had been built in the 70’s to serve a booming mining industry. They were both pretty tired but still able to make the grueling journey. Inside the boxcar were supplies for the prison and 8 caged women. New blood for the prison. The trip up was giving the women a taste of what they were in for. Each had been tried and convicted of some grave crime against the state. For the entire 48 hour ride that it took to reach the prison the door to section of the box car holding the prisoners was never opened. The key was in the prison warden’s office. She liked knowing that it would be her that the new inmates would see first. Warden Sara knew the importance of first impressions. She knew that if the new arrivals could see just how overpowered they were on day one, they wouldn’t even start to think about escape or insurrection. As long as they had to fight for their own life they couldn’t organize a rebellion. Rebellions require the ability to marshal resources to be used against the establishment. Warden Sara made sure that the inmates never had any resources at all. She was fanatical to the extent that she went to achieve this. The section of the boxcar that held the women had been designed by Sara. It held 10 cages in all. On this trip 2 were empty. Warden Sara, had expensed really nothing for the comfort or care in the transporting of the prisoners so her design was simple. The ten cages looked like just wire mesh boxes with a tin bottom stacked in two neat rows in the center of the box car. The prisoners were led in one at a time to be put into their cages. She believed the humiliation of prison and the hardship of being incarcerated in the hostile environment of the northern climes required that the introduction be as difficult as possible for the women. She also tolerated no escapes and therefore removed all hopes of attempt from the beginning of their imprisonment. Each new inmate still wore the dress she had last worn to court. Usually these were the best their families could afford for their court appearance hoping that if they looked their best the judge would be lenient. It never happened in this new justice, good looking women were never heard from again. Along with the incongruent dress, each women wore heels and stockings more like they were going out to lunch in the late 90’s. The reality of their situation however was evident to each women as she was heavily shackled in leg irons connected by a 4 inch chain, and wrist manacles attached to a chain belt around each women’s waist. A new metal collar adorned each women’s throat with a large O ring attached, each collar was engraved with a number, their new prison identity. The first heavily shackled prisoner taking mincing steps up the ramp and unaware of exactly how she was to travel made no real fuss until she saw the cages. Thinking that justice still prevailed as it had just a few short years ago, she balked at being put into the small cage. The guard wasted no words of encouragement, as the warden’s instructions were clear to him. “Beat them into submission if you have to, but get then into the cages and secured for travel.” Taking the small single tail whip each guard always carried, weighted so it would cut cloth and skin, he began beating the woman until she understood there was no mercy and fell to her knees to begin crawling, more like wiggling into the cage. The wrist manacles prevented the woman from placing her hands on the floor to facilitate her movements so she had to snake in on her chest. The tin bottom of the cage had not been adequately cleaned from the last occupant so she was in fact slithering through the remnants of human waste. At this point the humiliation and reality usually became evident to the new prisoner as she burst out crying and begging for mercy. There would none in their prison, and it started here on the loading dock. A guard positioned in the front of the cage reached in and pulled the woman forward by her collar, so her face was pulled into the wire mesh and a lock could be affixed through the O ring and mesh. The guard in the back began kicking the woman’s feet so she drew them up under her so he could close and lock the cage door. This left the woman in an obscene fetal position with her head up with face pushed into the wire mesh. Warden Sara had a purpose for this, she had been trained as a health care worker in her pre 2000 life and knew that with their heads up they could breathe better and take in water, both necessary if they were to arrive alive to the prison. The other prisoners waiting having heard the commotion from the first now began to cry and beg knowing that they were in fact beginning a harsh life. They even bargained with what they thought was still theirs, their bodies and their sex. Each guard just laughed knowing Warden Sara rewarded her prison guards with the women’s favors it was more than a perk, it was in fact part of the job. Some guards were even allowed to keep a prisoner in their private rooms to use as they saw fit. Something the guards all wanted for the long cold nights. Each prisoner was led in to receive the identical treatment until all were loaded. By now the noise level in the box car was deafening from the crying and wailing. Knowing the whips were ineffective for hitting an individual woman in her cage, the guards now used electric goads much like for herding cattle. The guards announced that the women were now to be quiet and then went about shocking each until she understood. Soon the noise level was reduced to low moans and silent crying. Once quiet the guards went about securing the cages for the trip. The swaying of the train and the bad rail beds made the trip very jerky and if the cages were not secured they would slide all over possibly damaging the other goods also in the box car. These goods were necessary for running the prison and since they were already paid for it was important they reach the prison undamaged. Not only was there much needed food stuffs but also warm clothing for the warden and the guards. The guards began by locking each cage to it’s neighbor and then locking top cages to the bottom ones. Finally the end cages were secured to the floor by straps that attached to the two top corners of the top cage and pulled tight by a pulley arrangement on the floor. Instead of having the two top end cages remain empty so the strain of being secured to the floor was lessened on the women, the two empty cages were the middle column so the ends were pulled very tight and down spreading evenly the tension to each women as she laid in her cage. The effect for the women was to flatten the cages tight against their bodies so any movement was impossible, needless to say the crying and wailing started with renewed intensity. The guards all laughed as they reminded the women to be quiet by a shock from the goads. The goods and supplies for the prison could now be piled against the walls of the box car and secured there. It must have been a good year for the prison as the supplies once loaded left only a small space separating the rows of cages from the supplies, not that the women could really reach them. The last thing done for the women was to attach a small water bottle to each cage with enough water for the trip if the woman was not too greedy. The train now fully loaded was ready for the miserable trip to the prison. The box car door was locked and the women were left in total darkness. As the train left the station the women soon became aware of another misery of their trip. The box car being metal transmitted every bump, every jerk along the floor. The inanimate objects were unaffected, the women soon became aware of every bone jarring, muscle cramping jolt of the train and the crying increased. It was going to an almost intolerable trip, in the dark, in pain, as the train pulled out for Cold Haven 1. The journey pretty well took all of the fight out of the women that road in that steel boxcar. Anything would be better then what they went through on the trip over. By the time they got to Cold Haven 1 they would volunteer for fourty cracks of a bull whip rather then spend another hour in the cage. They would soon find out that this would not be a good choice. A bull whip, even without wire spurs, would cut a 100 pound slave girl right to the bone. Sara liked the fact that the spurs would scrape off little pieces of bone resulting not just in heavy scarring but extra ordinary pain. Prisoners given the bull whip generally never got out of line a second time. Warden Sara liked to make sure any fire left in the prisoners after their journey was stripped from them as soon as they left the train. Warden Sara liked to welcome the new prisoners by showing them that they were all alone in the prison with no friends or acquaintances. After opening the box car door, Sara would leave for a while to allow the cars, now filled with the smell of excrement, to air out a while, and to purposely frustrate the agonized women making them feel even more worthless. On her return Sara would have the prisoners removed one at a time. WELCOME TO THEIR NEW HOME Ten yards from the boxcar door a whipping gallows had been constructed, it was simply a steel pole about 8 feet high with an arm extending from the top parallel to the ground about 4 feet at the end of the arm was a pulley with a chain dangling off the end. Iron manacles attached to the chain. A hand winch mounted on the side of the pole raised and lowered the manacles. This whipping gallows was central to Warden Sara’s complete mastery over her charges from the very first moment. Every incoming prisoner had her time hanging from these gallows before even being ushered through the prison gate. There were no exceptions. Today inmate 11/11/21 was the first to be dragged out of her cage by her ankles by a couple of naked members of the ‘new arrival’ detail. Warden Sara loved to involve other inmates in the preparation or punishment of the women. This would reinforce the knowledge that all that other prisoners would do for them is hurt them. That they were not brothers in arms but competitors for scarce resources. When 11/11/21 reached the edge of the car, her dress now bunched up under her arms and her undergarments visible, panties full of shit the new arrival detail hopped off the car and then grabbed the prisoner by the upper arms, hauling her off the train and over to the whipping gallows. Though too stiff to move much yet, 11/11/21 was fully aware of her surroundings, especially the number of male witnesses to her humiliation. She turn scarlet red. Dropped at Sara’s feet the new inmate saw a bucket to her right with a many tailed whip fashioned from rope. It looked so medieval. She saw the Warden pull back her black pump clad right foot and send it sharply into her shoulder. It hurt like hell. “Get up you lazy cunt,” 11/11/21 heard Sara scream. “What the fuck do you think this is a retirement home?” Slowly, mostly out of terror the prisoner stood up. “Strip naked, everything off.” “Another one that can’t control her bodily functions. Look at her, she’s shit and pissed herself. Man you stink.” The prisoner would have shit and pissed herself again if there was anything left inside but she was empty. With shaking hands she removed her clothing as instructed. When she removed her panties they were very full and the Warden brought this to everyone’s attention. When finally naked and feeling chilled by a stiff autumn breeze the Warden told her to put all her cloths into a plastic bag, but first she had to wipe herself clean with the white blouse. “You will get these back when it is time for your release.” Warden Sara chuckled. “Take a good look at me. As long as you are in here your ass is mine and I don’t want you forgetting that. This little welcome is to make sure that you don’t.” The new girl did take a good look at her owner. In her helpless state Sara appeared as a scary sight rather than the beautiful Amazon that she was. At 6 feet in height in her bare feet Sara was an imposing sight with a beautifully muscled body, long shapely legs and breasts that rode high and prominent on her chest. Her hips were wide and feminine in shape but this was a consequence of her bone structure and not fatty padding. Sara maintained herself in tip top condition but then her job gave her plenty of exercise. She had long black hair which she always wore in a tight bun during work to give her the added look of a stern prim mistress. Her blouse was gleaming white and starched with a high collar. Her army green skirt was well pressed and rode just above her knees. Sara nodded to the naked detail and they jumped forward to secure the new inmate’s wrists to the shackles and haul her up so she hung only from her wrists. Like almost all the other inmates before her, and after, 11/11/21 began to cry and beg for mercy but for the prison staff this was just erotic music to their ears. Low paid, prison guards worked not for the minimal salary but for the fringe benefits. To a one they enjoyed exercising power over women and the sight of prisoners brutally punished for even the smallest infractions sent the vast majority into sexual ecstasy. The begging escalated into a frantic tone as the dangling woman saw Warden Sara withdraw the knotted whip out of the brine bucket. At fully 3 feet in length the heavy whip would have a devastating effect on the slightly built girl when wielded by strong experienced hands. The other inmates of the prison always knew when there was new blood arriving because the screams would be heard throughout the compound. Sara made sure she covered the new arrival’s entire body with welts and deep bruises front and back, from the knees to the tops of her shoulders. The whipping was not of any predetermined stroke count but ended only when the prisoner ceased to react any longer. Now reduced to just a quivering mass of masticated flesh Sara once again addressed the prisoner. “This was just an introduction to what you will receive here. Now let me inform you of the rules. I think you are now in the proper frame of mind to listen.” “Number one, you will always do as instructed by any of the guards. The slightest hesitation will be punished severely.” “Number two, you will never look a guard in the face and especially the eyes. Your eyes are to be directed at the ground.” “Number three, at no time will you communicate with another inmate in any way. If caught not only will you be punished but so will everyone else in your barracks.” “Number four, you will not speak for any reason unless questioned by a guard. Then you will respond immediately and completely.” “Number five, you will not try to escape anything here in the prison whether it is a work detail or the prison grounds themselves. This will be met by a session with my special bull whip.” “Anything that you receive while incarcerated is a privilege, that goes from any cloths to your water ration. If you fail to meet the highest standards of obedience or your work quota these privileges will be revoked. Govern yourself accordingly.” As 11/11/21 was dragged off through the prison gates Warden Sara smiled. It would be a long day, 7 more prisoners to be introduced to prison life. Lots more exercise, lots more fun. For inmate 11/11/21 her introduction to prison life was just beginning. As 11/11/21 was dragged into the prison through the imposing wire and wood gates she felt that she had fallen into the last circle of hell. The one from which no escape was possible. She could not believe mankind had sunk so low, just a few short years ago she had been a computer programmer for Microsoft, but with the change in the millennium all of the former computer types were hunted down and blamed for the fall of civilization as she knew it. She had watched the very public and bloody execution of the founders of Microsoft, IBM and Apple from her prison cell. Their guilt had never been in doubt to the new powers so they had been executed without a whimper from anyone. But she could not believe she had been guilty of anything, but as she had come to find out accused was as good as guilty. The state did not want to waste valuable resources on lengthy trials and so prisoners had no rights. Men were executed and women taken off to hell like where she found herself now simply for having worked for a computer company. 11/11/21 got a quick look at her new surroundings and was dismayed to see nothing but barren rock mountains, barbed wire and old mining shacks. She was dragged to the closest shack and dumped on the floor by the inmates dragging her. “Oomph”, she involuntary let out as she hit the ground. “Shut the fuck up you cunt, you can get us all in trouble. Now listen to me and listen good... ‘cause I will kill you faster than the warden if you fuck up just one little bit. Now nod your head if you hear me”, the inmate whispered directly into 11/11/21’s ear. 11/11/21 nodded in agreement. “Now listen to every word because I do not have time to repeat it. First all the cells, all the corridors, all the work areas are monitored electronically by the warden. Nothing happens in here she does not know about... eventually. But I know about it before it happens, you need to be afraid of the warden but I am your worst nightmare. We have our own system of taps and codes so we can communicate, but if you think you can tell the warden to save your hide you will be dead before you open your mouth. There are inmates that have blow guns and small darts tipped with the arsenic runoff from this old mine. You approach the warden and you are dead and you will never know where it came from... got it.” 11/11/21 nodded her head again to indicate understanding. “Now stand up cunt so I can scrub you down and shave your head.” “No” escaped from 11/11/21’s mouth before she could even think. As soon as the word was uttered a guard appeared from nowhere and grabbed 11/11/21’s tit and yanked her to her feet. “Stand up bitch it is time for your bath... now move.” The guard then butted 11/11/21 with the club he held and also hit the other inmate right in the gut, knocking the breath from her as she crumpled to the ground. 11/11/21's training as a computer programmer now shifted into gear as her conscious thought process took back seat to subliminal data acquisition for later processing, a neat trick which was triggered by the sight of her fellow inmate's kicking feet - the naked, whimpering woman wore shiny red high heeled shoes, as preposterous a sight in that fetid hell as a silk bow tie around Conrad Sinclair's beefy neck. Moreover as she wriggled in agony on the soiled cement, the gasping inmate was obviously very careful not to close her long legs, keeping her splayed hairless cunt on display for the sneering guard. All of this registered with flawless clarity in 11/11/21's trained brain. When she was next allowed some semblance of sleep, the significance of these and countless other similar observations, such as the seemingly random yet highly hierarchized status of the inmates' hair ranging from the bald pate to the immaculate hairdo, would start coalescing into a somewhat consistent view of how things stood at Cold Haven 1. In a place where naked female flesh was an overabundant commodity, yet prostitution to the authorities was the only way to obtain such basic goods as water or a modicum of warmth, there would be a lethal and never ending competition among the prisoners for the jaded, ever more demanding guards' merest glimmer of erotic interest. Stay sexy or die was the general idea, and the newly arrived inmate's early grasping of this simple fact would prove to be a tremendous bonus, one of life or death portency, allowing her to survive in the following days. A woman's good looks are her most treasured possession yet can be lost for good in a minute if she lets herself go, especially in as demanding an environment as Cold Haven 1. Yet in that hell-hole, a dab of lipstick, an old disposable razor to shave one's legs smooth, a comb to keep one's hair presentable were every bit as vital as a chunk of piss-soaked stale bread, because it was dogs eat shit and croak in that new life. Even getting selected for a night's rape !! and torture by a vicious team of drunken guards was a sought after privilege as it was vastly better than being ignored by them, and the inmate now squirming in agony next to 11/11/21 owed her relatively elevated status to her carefully cultivated skills as a prized go-go dancer in the guards' private Cat'O'Nine Club, where the makeshift stages were fitted with shiny nail-studded steel rails as props for the more routine dance numbers, and coal braziers were kept burning all night to heat the steel implements in use for better liked special numbers. In her present pain-wracked, bewildered state, however, 11/11/21 could only recognize that there seemed to be a pattern, but in later days she would prove very adept at adapting to the situation. Of course some would argue that it came naturally to most women. “Now both of you get busy there will be another new fish in here any minute and you have a lot of work to do today.” The inmate staggered to her feet and grabbed 11/11/21 by the arm and moved her over to a drain in the floor. First the inmate grabbed 11/11/21’s hair and using the oldest buzz razor 11/11/21 had ever seen sheared her hair off close to her scalp. Then the inmate took an old scrub brush from a bucket and began to scrub what felt like to 11/11/21 the skin off her bones. She still felt the pain from the whipping but soon all her skin felt raw and open. 11/11/21 could not really feel any difference form the whipped skin or the scrubbed skin. The guard satisfied that no more problems were going to be coming from this fish and the inmate turned his attention to the new fish being dragged in. “Yo, seems the warden found this one had a smart mouth and so she gave her a few extra licks for good measure. Stupid cunt. Now she won’t be good for much for at least a day or two.” 11/11/21’s eyes got large as she looked at what was left of the new inmate’s back. In fact there was little left for her to think it was a back. Bone was visible and there was a heavy blood trail going back to the whipping post. 11/11/21 didn’t think she would live much longer like that. “Now cunt you are mine. You are my bitch and I am going to make your life more than miserable. I told you not to make any noise and you didn’t listen, well you will wish you had, when I am done with you... I can make you so sick you will wish you were dead but you won’t be the guards will still make you work and they will fuck you every time they can and you will wish you were dead, you got that you stupid cunt”, the inmate whispered in her ear as she turned on what 11/11/21’s thought was water. All of a sudden 11/11/21’s skin was on fire she began to wail and dance and screech all at the same time. The guards just stood and laughed so hard they had to hold on the walls to keep from falling. “You stupid fish it is just antiseptic. The warden wants all the filth washed off you from your transport and since we don’t waste any drugs on inmates this is as good as a doctor as you will get. Baby you sure can dance. Come here baby.” The guard motioned with his club. 11/11/21 wanted to just die, wanted the earth to open up and just swallow her up. The humiliation, the pain the death threats were just too much. She just stood and stared at her feet to frozen with terror to move. Suddenly she felt pushed as the inmate propelled her toward the guard. “Now baby you look like my kind of convicted computer felon, suck my cock.” 11/11/21 remembering the rules did not raise her head but she was to scared to move either. The inmate came over and kicked 11/11/21’s legs out from under here and placed her on her knees and pushed 11/11/21’s face into the crotch of the guard. 11/11/21 could feel the bulge of his cock against her cheek and with few movements by the guard his cock was out and in 11/11/21’s face. The inmate pinched 11/11/21’s nose closed, forcing her to open her mouth and the guard took the opportunity to put a hard rubber ring behind her teeth and then put his dick through the ring. “Now suck fish I have done all the work for you and if I feel any teeth, you will lose them all right here right now.” 11/11/21 sucked and licked and generally tried to give the blow job of her life until the guard began to cum, pulling out so he erupted all over 11/11/21’s chest. “Now fish welcome to prison”, the guard laughed as 11/11/21 curled up into a ball on the floor hoping she would die but knowing she would not. She was surly in hell. This by no means marked the end of the first day for the condemned women. After being shaved and washed they were escorted in irons to the what the guards referred to jokingly as the ‘Beauty Parlor’. For the cruel tastes of the guards perhaps in there eyes that was what it was, but for the ones getting the treatment it was just a continuation of their brutal initiation. In this corrugated steel building the new girls were first fitted with permanent ankle and wrist irons. Once welded shut they would not be removed until their sentence was up. Each piece had two rings for the attachment of locks and chains. Though the attachment of the heavy, permanent bands was not painful for the body, it was very hard on the soul. Tears rolled down the cheeks of many of the prisoners as cold metal impressed upon their minds the hopelessness of their situation. The next station was far less pleasant. Here they were secured, spread eagled onto a steel table with a pair of additional straps just underneath their breasts and above their hips, holding them so tight that no motion was possible. All that they could do was lift their heads to see what was going on. This was the piercing station. Here all new inmates had 4 rings, all of heavy gauge stainless steel, permanently secured by means of a special pair of pliers and a special capture system built into the ends of the still open rings. One end tapered down to a very sharp point above which there were several ridges. The other end of the ring was hollow with corresponding cuts machined into the inside walls. When the rings were squeezed tight by the three foot long pliers the ridges would hook onto the cuts in the wall and effectively permanently close the ring. It could only be removed by cutting it off. At this time a rather voluptuous, former red head, now shorn of her locks, was secured to the cold table. She shivered as much from freight as from the fear of what was about to happen to her as from the chilly air. The purpose of the rings was again to make it easier to exercise complete control over the prisoners and so they were inserted into some of the most tender and humiliating places. The insertion required two people. On person would hold the flesh in her fingers positioned for the pliers and the other would handle the heavy tool which required both arms to operate. The insertion tool looked very similar to a pair of chain cutters, and applied so much pressure that the girl closing the handle wouldn’t even notice when the end of the ring passed through the flesh. Trying to stay quiet, as instructed 12/31/30 fought with herself trying not to beg and cry. How horrid it was to not even be able to take advantage of that small bit of relief. The actual piercing was always done by other inmates. It was again, a part of Warden Sara’s grand strategy of alienating the prisoners from each other so they could never work together against her authority. 12/31/30 had certainly noticed one thing. All the inmates that were nude not only bore the manacles but 4 shiny rings large enough to be links of chain. One pierced both sides of their vulva just below the level of their clit hood, there was one through each areola and finally there was one through their tongue. 12/31/30 began to sweat. Her pale, heavily marked, skin glistening in the light that came through the windows just under the eves of the roof . One of the inmates on duty indicated that 12/31/30 should open her mouth by squeezing her cheeks against her back teeth and sticking out her tongue. With the certainty that there would be no escape 12/31/30 complied. While the inmate standing beside the new girls head positioned the ring carefully so it would pierce the tongue in the center and well back from the tip the other inmate gave the pliers a good hard squeeze. There was just no way that 12/31/30 could stifle her scream and it echoed throughout the building. The guard that had been standing there and observing pulled a ball gag from a clip on his belt and shoved it deep into 12/31/30’s mouth aggravating her throbbing tongue but cutting off the noise. “If you don’t learn to control yourself things will go very hard for you.” He couldn’t resist fondling her lovely large breasts and then giving a nipple a hearty twist. This would be next to receive some hardware. Each breast was pierced just like her tongue by a large ring back far enough from the nipple itself that there was no danger of the ring tearing free. These new attachments were so secure that they could be used to restrain the inmates without hesitation. On rare occasions the Warden had even been known to suspend an unlucky inmate from her tit rings. The double vulva piercing was the most difficult. This required the use of a special tool that would squeeze the two sides together allowing the gap in the ring to be placed in position. This tool looked very much like a pair of two pronged forks with the prongs facing each other. They could open wide to grip her pussy right where it met her thighs and when squeezed together the slightly curved points would not allow the tool to slide off but would dig into the flesh leaving the entire area between the prongs free for the placement of the final ring. At this point 12/31/30 squirted a stream of piss almost clear across the table. With the last ring in place 12/31/30 would now find that stimulating her little love nub would be very difficult indeed. The ring would keep it well buried by her fleshy vulva. This would help ensure that she felt no pleasure when raped by the guards. 12/31/30 felt used and abused and she hurt everywhere. Her muscles from struggling against the bounds when she was pierced, her breasts from the pain of the piercing and the weight of the rings, her labia from the initial piercing plus an additional burning from her urine. But it was her tongue that hurt the worst. It hurt so bad all she could do was hold her mouth open and allow her tongue to rest against the floor of her mouth. This also meant she had to just let the drool fall from her mouth all over her chest, so she was further humiliated. Her tongue was so swollen she was forced to breath through her nose but that was hard as well do to all the snot from the crying. 12/31/30 just wanted to hide in a corner hoping it all was a bad dream but the guards were not ready for her to go to her cell yet. A small leash was attached to 12/31/30’s tongue ring and she was lead out into the main corridor where the rest of the newly pierced prisoners were waiting, all looking the same, pierced tongues out, drool all down their fronts, big shiny rings in breasts and labia, all miserable and dejected. Not a glance or word was exchanged between the prisoners all were too dehumanized to feel anything but total degradation. Once they were all collected the prisoners’ leashes were attached to a long tether and they were forced to walk past the more senior prisoners and the warden. The guards walked along beside the new women telling them this was the new fish review and for each one to look their best, heads up, chest forward so everyone could admire their assets. The new prisoners struggled to comply but the pain and degradation had taken it’s toll and the women only looked more pathetic as they shuffled along grunting in pain periodically trying to stick their chests out. The guards and the other prisoners just laughed adding more indignities on to the women. Once the “review” was completed the women found themselves in the dining hall, which was nothing but a large open room, at one end was a raised platform with tables covered with white cloths and table settings at the other end was another raised platform where large cauldrons were placed, in the middle of the room were 4 long troughs. 12/31/30 furtively glanced about and surmised the cauldrons contained some kind of slops that was sloshed into the troughs for the prisoners, while the guards and the warden enjoyed a better meal overseeing the prisoners at the troughs. Another hope of 12/31/30 died, there was no former pleasure she would be allowed to enjoy in this hell hole. The new prisoners watched as a bell rang and a iron gate opened allowing the prisoners to run in and fight for space as simultaneously the cauldrons were tipped and the slops poured into the troughs. 12/31/30 recoiled in fear as the prisoners actually began pushing, scratching and scrambling to make room to get their faces into the troughs. She looked up to see the warden and the guards placing bets on which prisoner would get knocked out of place. As 12/31/30 watched one prisoner get pushed out as two greedily moved to take her place in the melee. Obviously the prisoners had been told not to use their hands to help themselves to eat but to put their faces directly in the trough, thus they used their elbows to wedge out other prisoners. As 12/31/30 continued to observe in grisly fascination, the guard began giving them their new instructions. “Listen up you piggy sluts, this is how you will receive your meals. The total amount of your food depends on your output of work, the whole group is punished if there is even one slacker. The cunts eating now have been productive today but you new sluts have not so when they have had their fill you will be allowed to finish up the remnants. Now food here is precious so there will be no wasting of it at all. Using your hands to help you eat wastes food, there is no way you will be able to get the small particles of food off your hands so put your face directly in to the food trough. Eat as quickly and neatly as you can so you can return to productive work as soon as the noon bell rings. Now any slut that puts their hands on another slut to get more food will be punished and trust me on this you won’t like the punishment.” The guard smiled a broad smile at the mention of punishment. 12/31/30 shuddered and looked down as she wondered how she would protect her new piercings from bony elbows or how she could use her tongue to eat as sore as it was. She knew she would probably starve before her tongue healed enough to use it. “OK sluts it’s your turn” the guard screamed as he pulled the tether toward the troughs. The guards unhooked each leash telling the new prisoners to move up into the trough and put their faces right into the stream of slop. Now that 12/31/30 was closer to the trough she recoiled from the foul smell just as she tried to pull her face up the guard behind her slapped the back of her head. It was so unexpected 12/31/30’s face hit the bottom of the trough and she cried out in pain as the ring through her tongue hit the metal. “Now listen up slut, if you want to live, eat, and do not waste one speck, do you hear me?” Not wanting to raise her head up 12/31/30 just nodded and tentatively began to use the tip of her tongue to pull the foul mess into her mouth. There was not much left by this time as the other prisoners had been feeding for almost 10 minutes but 12/31/30 was able to take in a few small licks of the putrid gruel. Just as she was complimenting herself that she had gotten the hang of eating this way and convincing herself it was not that bad she felt a sharp jab to her sore right breast. The blow was so sudden and so painful 12/31/30 lost the small mouthful of gruel she had as she fell to the floor. Her place was taken up by two other prisoners and 12/31/30 hurt so much she just sat there on the floor, not wanting to move, not caring what happened next. It was the end of the day with the sun starting to set. It was at this time that most prisoners were returned to the common room, where they would be till put to bed. The common room was designed by the Warden to be a special place. It was where the inmates stayed when not working or in bed. A single room to hold everyone was the least expensive to build, maintain, and run. Not nearly the number of guards was needed to secure the women, that meant more guards could take home a prisoner for his personal service. The occasional inmate wouldn’t return and this was noticed by the others. Being taken home by a guard usually meant an entire night of being beaten and raped. In this condition it was very hard to meet your work quota so there might not be any food the first night. Night was the time that whippings were handed out to women that had been slow to obey or careless with her eyes. That was another feature of the common room. It was the place where whippings were dispensed. Sara insisted that guards consider whippings as curative medicines. The prisoners had broken a rule and it was vital that they suffer for it intensely enough so that they would be too terrified to repeat the offending act. There were very few nights that went by with no whippings and this night just wasn’t one of those. The Warden Sara was the one that always wielded the whip. This again was for the psychological effect. As long as she wielded the whip everyone knew there would be no holding back and no mercy. Sara was built like ‘a ton of bricks’, as the saying goes. In her heels she was 6’4’. At 150 lb. She was both large and lean. Very little body fat padded her skin except in those special places where it did the most good. At 35 years of age she was in her physical prime both strong and durable. The inmates knew from experience that there would be no easy whip sessions. Warden Sara prided herself in that. This night one of the older women had been strung up. She hung by the manacles around her wrists. She was in nothing like Sara’s condition. The unlucky inmate had spent the last 10 hours pulling logs from the forest two miles away. Her back was already a raw mess from the whip of the overseer. At 5’2” and 140 lb. she was a little on the chunky side. That was one of the reasons she had pulled logging duty. She was still in good condition and her extra body fat meant that more work could be got from her on less food, since she could burn her own fat. The guard that had turned her in was there with the Warden. When they began to talk to each other it became apparent how effective the silence policy was. Her, in a room that was holding 300 people the conversation between the warden and the guard was heard in every corner of the hall. “How long did she keep drinking after you told her to stop?” Warden Sara asked. “oh I would say at least 10 seconds,” came the guard’s reply. “And, did she do anything to try and keep her disobedience hidden from you?” “Yes, she kept her back turned while she kept drinking.” “Well that sounds very serious to me then. Deliberately concealing her misbehavior is an even larger issue then the disobedience itself... I hope you cunts are all paying attention if you want to keep yourselves from the same fate that’s going to befall 04/08/12. That’s why these training sessions are done in front of everyone, it’s so that you can all learn from this cunts mistake. I’m sure 04/08/12 won’t make the same mistake again. You all watch her tomorrow. You’ll see how much more visible she’ll make sure she is.” The inmates were expected to work the day after being whipped. It wasn’t an excuse to avoid duty. Occasionally, when Sara believed that the target of her whip was actually guilty of intentionally breaking a rule, she would have the inmates quota increased and her breaks taken away. In most cases this was feared even more then the whipping. The inmates lived for those few moments when they could relax. Hauling logs all day without a break was inhuman. Sara picked up a short handled whip with 4 flat tails. The edges of the tails were nicely rounded. Made of fiberglass reinforced urethane rubber, the tails, at over 3 feet in length had a serious heft to them and yet very elastic and floppy. It took a strong and accurate arm to wield a whip like that and Sara qualified on both counts. She figured that no other woman in the world spent as much time actually whipping other real women, or anything else for that matter. The whip had another feature that could only be seen from close up. This whips entire surface was covered in course diamond grit. Canada was the worlds largest producer of diamond grit, not to be confused with diamonds. The surface of the whip was as coarse as 60 grit sandpaper guaranteed to strip the flesh of it’s skin covering exposing unprotected fat and then muscle and or bone. Sara stood in the center of the floor holding the handle of the whip in one hand and the tails in the other. She wore sturdy but tight fitting gloves with broad heavy gauntlets so if by accident the whip would fly back at her she could use her forearms to block it and not get cut. 04/08/12 didn’t have that advantage. She hung, spread eagled between a pair of tall posts anchored into the cement floor. All floors in slave areas were cement, much easier to keep clean. Not only were her arms and legs pulled out to a perfect 45 degree angle but there were other torments as well. The ring in her tongue showed it’s usefulness and versatility. Here it was being used as a blindfold. 04/08/12 was forced to lift her face to look straight at the ceiling making her effectively blind except for some shadows she could see. A rope came down from an eye bolt in the ceiling and was clipped to the ring in her tongue. hanging from the rope, on the other side of the eye bolt the rope was attached to a cement block stretching her tongue to just below the snapping point. The hole through her tongue was stretched enough you could put your finger through it. The look in her eyes approached hysteria yet she had not uttered a sound. “Since I ‘m not ready to use this whip on your cunt and you know the policy of the prison is not to neglect the cunt. After I remove a fair percentage of your skin, with the whip, your dear cunny will get some very special consideration. We’re going to play some telephone and your cunny will be the ringer. Your going to be a very busy telephone. But first some wiring has to be installed. Your clit will be the first to be wired. Do you feel this?” Sara pushed the end of a long needle against the bottom of 04/08/12. The heavy sack rose up in the air from the pushing but her skin didn’t break. “Not very sharp is it?” The Warden seemed to be laughing. “These are the lines I’m going to wire you with. Sure hope they don’t snap before I can push them through.” Warden Sara didn’t take any detail for granted. Why use sharp pins when blunt ones are far more painful and just slightly more disfiguring. Besides 04/08/12 was already very heavily marked with permanent whip scars from the bottom of her feet to the tops of her shoulders. Again this worked against the inmate eliciting less sympathy from her keeper. Sara assumed that having been whipped so many times that the message wasn’t getting through and more effort was needed on Sara’s part to punish more effectively. 04/08/12’s clit was held buried by the ring through both her labia. Sara pulled a pair of needle nose pliers from a skirt pocket. They’d be used to grip her clit while the dull pin was pushed through the taughtly stretched, crushed clit at a steep angle so it would burrow through a good part of its length before emerging into the inside wall of her left labia. She trembled from the pain finally starting to convulse. Still the stretched out inmate didn’t make a sound. Sara had also had a cement block hung between her legs, from the labia ring. It pulled down all the fatty flesh that made up her precious plumpness and increased the area available for punishment. Warden Sara had numerous options as to the treatment this area would receive. This wasn’t the first time that the Warden had enjoyed treating this particular part of her anatomy. It had healed well each time so this time Sara would do something more permanently memorable. She’d save it for the end just when 04/08/12 would be thinking that the punishment was over she would add the pussy torture. “I know you’ve seen me use this whip before so I won’t show it too you but instead I’ll let you imagine which one it is while you’re reaping it’s benefits. Every time I swing it you loose a few strips of skin. I think 10 strokes, 1 for each second you continued to drink after the order to stop, will be the appropriate number of lashes. Just in case your wondering, I going to start with your tits and work my way down.” “Rub her down before I start.” Warden Sara ordered an inmate that was assisting. Being rubbed down meant that the suspended inmates skin would be rubbed down with a grease saturated with dried, powdered, Habanjero peppers. This made her skin feel as though it were on fire and when struck by the whip it would feel like it had been struck by white hot metal. The Warden knew she could make them all scream. Most did after the very first stroke and the rest did, after the second. By the time the gracious jail keeper retracted her right arm and prepared to step into her first stroke, 04/08/12 was burning up and on the verge of screaming anyway. “SHWOOOOOOSHD..SPLAT!!!!” The heavy tails connected at high speed with 04/08/12 ‘s soft breast tissue. The whip had traveled across her body and slammed into the outside of her large left tit. Besides flattening it for a split second against her ribs it scrapped off the skin leaving white, fatty trails that quickly bubbled with blood seeping out of capillaries. To 04/08/12 it felt like her precious, seared flesh had been ripped of by glowing, metal , claws. For a moment all of her other troubles just dissolved away leaving her whole mind free to concentrate on this one pain. Warden Sara now stepped further aside and farther back so that she could get the prisoners own rib cage to act as the pivot point for the whip and give it a good snap as it raced to the top half of her right tit.. “SHWOOOOOOSHD..SPLAT!!!!” Again, if you could see in slow motion, this time the right orb would be grossly distorted by the force of the whip. After popping back into it’s normal shape it too revealed the same damage from the whip. 04/08/12 screamed with every ounce of strength left in her tortured body. “Pull up her udders, I’m going to do the bottoms.” One of the purposes of the nipple rings was now put into play. An assistant fastened a chain between the rings and then connected the chain to another pulley rope hanging down from the ceiling. The rope was then pulled taught so her nipples were also looking up into the black ceiling. The warden had been right, 04/08/12 thought. It was, “that fucking rubber, sandpaper whip.” She had seen it turn other girls into blathering idiots and she knew it was her inevitable fate. The hot grease that was forced deep into her wounds by the whip began to do it’s worst. At this point usually the girls evacuated any bodily contents that they may have accumulated since last using the bucket. It was one of Sara’s favorite parts of any whipping, a clear demonstration of her power over her subjects. She could once again say to herself that she had beaten the shit out of them. It was such a good feeling inside to have the power of life or death with no constraints. 04/08/12 rapidly used up her energy stores in her doomed struggle to free herself from her bonds. In quick succession the whip plowed into her right side snapping as the ends whipped around her belly and then right on her belly button, knocking the wind out of the prisoner as it tore off the skin. A minute latter after a hysterical exhibition, 04/08/12 went silent and just hung there, too exhausted to move. “4 more to go yet, hang in there girl.” Warden Sara put her arm around 04/08/12’s shoulders friendly and jovial manner as though greeting a close personal friend. “There is still a long way to go. You wouldn’t want all of this effort to be wasted now do you?.... I know that at this point you are pretty damn sorry for what you did, but now comes the corrective part. Now you understand that it was necessary that you be punished and so now your brain will make a clear association between your stupid act, and pain. This is also where your brain will experience just how much pain disobedience will bring. In other words, what’s coming up is the most important part of being punished and I would be short changing you of an important learning experience if I didn’t do my best to make every second count.” 04/08/12 first heard the whistle as the tails cut through the air only to land directly over her bladder bruising it right through the skin. A few drops of bloody urine seeped out of her urethra. The next blow came even before the prisoner even had a chance to react to the first, striking the severely stretched slab of skin going from the base of her pubic bone to just above the clit hood. Skin that was being pulled by a 20 lb. block of cement by the single ring through both vulva. The tails did expose a bit of the pubic bone since the skin had been stretched so thin there, Otherwise 04/08/12’s ‘ lower belly turned crimson with seeping blood. The pepper laden grease now set the wounds blazing. Instead of letting the pain fade away in a short time the grease actually made the wounds hurt worse with time creating the unreal, reality of old wounds hurting more then fresh ones. “2 to go,” muttered Sara, “and then I can start on your pussy. You didn’t think I’d forget about that, did you?.... I think that for a mule a couple of strokes to the knees would be a bad place to strike if you wanted it to keep working, so that’s why I’m going to whip the backs of your knees next. 04/08/12 just hung in her bounds still alive but now broken. In her mind she berated herself for that momentary pleasure of a few extra sips of water as not being worth all the pain she was now experiencing. Sara knew this was the true lesson of the punishment, make the pain much worse than any benefit derived from the disobedience. Before 04/08/12 was cognizant of what was happening the warden delivered the two promised blows to the back of the helpless convicts knees. The only noise 04/08/12 could make was a babbling sound to the crowd but she actually felt her legs had been severed off. Only a chain saw could have delivered such pain so quickly so in 04/08/12’s crazed mind she had just lost her legs. Now the Warden took a few minutes rest to look over the other convicts making sure this was a lesson well learned for all. As she scanned the faces of the convicts she noticed most were horrified, especially the new convicts just delivered today, but was surprised to notice a few older convicts appeared angry. The Warden made a mental note of their numbers so she could have a private session with two of then later. A severe whipping made the Warden very aroused that only by dominating two convicts was she satiated. The guards had learned it was best to keep the Warden happy and satiated then they were able to go about their days totally unencumbered. 04/08/12 began to breath more normally thinking the had survived another punishment. She twisted a bit in her bounds trying to keep the circulation going in her bound arms. All the weight and twisting 04/08/12 had been forced to endure had dislocated her shoulders and the pain was building in intensity almost to the point of her open abused skin. “Now my truculent slut, you need a more memorable lesson because it seems by the scars on you, you have refused to learn. You think all the rules I have for the cons do not apply to you. Well, my dear, you are mistaken, totally mistaken.” As the warden was saying these words she unhooked the convicts tongue ring so she could move her head. “Now my slut look at your body, take a good look.” 04/08/12 was very frightened, it now occurred to her that she had made a terrible mistake and one she may not live to repeat. “Now my naughty slut, I want to really imprint this punishment on your tiny brain. As by now you have become aware your clitty is being pulled almost out from it mooring in your body and your pussy lips have been pulled down so everyone can get a full view of your open, vulnerable slit.” As the warden moved around the frightened convict 04/08/12 attempted to follow Sara’s every move with her eyes. But she could not see that Sara carried a small thin fiber glass cane only about 3 feel long and very flexible. The warden preferred fiber glass to rattan, for one it was easier to clean and two it was so thin and so strong the convicts rarely saw it coming until it almost severed the flesh from their bodies. The warden always carried one with her for that spur of the moment discipline sometimes necessary to maintain strict order. Sara took a moment to completely cover the care in the pepper oil, liberally dripping it on the end for maximum application to the convict’s open meat. 04/08/12 began to visibly shake, forgotten was the pain from the initial whipping, the pain from her shoulders. She knew what the warden planned would forever change her, her ability to every feel anything down there again. Sara just smiled at the hapless woman as she snapped the cane directly into the convicts open pussy hitting the clit directly in the center. The fiber glass cane with its flexibility transferred the energy of the blow to the tip of the cane that came in contact with the flesh. For 04/08/12 this transmitted instantaneous, searing excruciating pain all along the nerve fibers from her clit using the same pathways as for an orgasm, but instead of intense pleasure all 04/08/12 felt was agonizing pain. That was the best part of this punishment Warden Sara knew the nerves from the clit stretched out by the metal pin would be raw and ready to transmit any impulse directly to the brain. But instead of pleasurable impulses Sara replaced them with not only the pain of the initial hit but the after pain of the pepper oil. 04/08/12’s body reacted much like it would if she were having a orgasm, her back arched, her breathing stopped, her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy began to dip cum. But for 04/08/12 it was far from a agreeable experience. 04/08/12 felt her head had exploded and the pain was unrelenting. The warden seeing she got the reaction that she wanted continued with the canning directly to 04/08/12’s clit until the small nubbin was swollen and looked about to crack. 04/08/12 was thoroughly spent, covered in sweat and her own blood from all the oozing areas of the first whipping, she was barely conscious. “Now 04/08/12 I want you to call out to your sister convicts what your have learned tonight and if I don’t like your answer I will continue this little dance of yours indefinitely.” 04/08/12 was barely aware she was still alive but that part of her that had allowed her to survive this long took over and 04/08/12 somehow croaked out, “not...disobey.” “What slut? Louder. No one can hear you.” “I will not disobey.” Sara turned to the convicts and the turned back to 04/08/12, “I don’t think they heard you now again and louder, slut.” “I WILL NOT DISOBEY.” “All right ladies and gentlemen this concludes our little punishment session for tonight, now someone from 04/08/12 work crew get up and get this bitch, clean her up and she is to be at work tomorrow. She has a full day ahead of her. Oh and 07/34/67 and 90/17/50 you two will report to me in ten minutes I want to “talk” about your attitudes. The warden then wiped her cane with 04/08/12’s prison dress and proceeded from the area, chuckling to herself that before this night was done her lust would be spent on the two new convicts. 04/08/12 had just been a warm up for the main show in her private dungeon. NEXT "THE WARDEN'S LAIR" -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----