I killed a dozen men before they brought me down. Half of them were lawmen: cops, sheriffs, deputies, a Texas Ranger as well. The others were guards and payroll riders, all of them armed and all shooting back as I brought them down. It was never easy. When I was cut down at last with five bullets in my ass and back, I expected to die. But I wasn't so lucky.
I'm Bonnie Palmer, the machine gun blonde who ripped through the Southwest in the thirties, robbing banks and running from the law. It was a rough life, but I was equal to it.
I did smoke cigars, although not very often. I never did use the submachine gun that I was credited with using in all of the gory newspaper accounts. I used a sawed-off shotgun, and a BAR. The Browning Automatic Rifle. Yeah.
I could hold it like a man and blast that pattern of slugs right through the guts of any lawdog. But I was overwhelmed at last, my gang lying dead all around me. I expected to snuff it, but they patched me up, they wanted my ass bad. They wanted to make me pay for it slow and hard, on the installment plan.
This was a hard time. They were still lynching and killing union men in the back areas. They were lynching negroes, and a few Okies as well. They wanted my ass bad.
I found out how bad they wanted to make me pay while I convalesced on my belly for two months, stripped naked. I was in a constant sweat. My golden, luscious body gleaming with juice as I lay on my guts recovering from those bullets in my back and butt.
I was in the hands of small-town vigilante-type lynch mob law dogs, the worst kind. They were holding a tight jurisdiction on me. The sheriff was a fat bastard who worked blacks on a road gang for starvation rations and pocketed the bucks they earned for him. He whipped their backs raw with a black snake on those fun days when he supervised their work, and he fucked the cunts loose from their women.
When the women didn't come across with the poontang, he took it out of the hides of their men. When he was finished fucking their tails off he would end the fun by burning them a few times on the tits and ass with his cigar.
You can imagine what happened to me in his hands. Sometimes he played with my ass, juggling and kneading and mashing the sweaty mound meat for hours on end. He pinched and prodded and scratched the healing bullet wounds in my ass. He shoved his fingers in and out of my pussy. He fucked my ass, his weight mashing me deep into the bed as he rode my tail ragged. He shoved candles, sticks, bullets, stones, chalk, bananas, itching powder, red pepper, hot oil, horse liniment, and everything else his perverted mind could imagine up my ass.
He spanked me, every day, hammering my tail for hours, until it was bright red and throbbing. I cried like a baby, begging him to stop. Sometimes he finished me by making my ass bounce under the lash of his strap.
I cursed him, spat at him, called him every filthy name that I could think of. I swore to get back at him, to get him in my sights some day and just blow him apart. He scoffed and streaked my butt with whip marks.
I bore two months of rape and torture, knowing that my trial would come soon. I was dragged before a hanging judge, a small town bastard who loved sending blacks away for twenty years for walking on the wrong side of the road. He kept that road gang filled up. He sentenced me after a travesty of justice to life plus one hundred years. I didn't have much hope of serving out that sentence.
I was surprised, because I expected death. I was sentenced to a special prison for women hardcases, serving sentences of more than thirty years apiece. Many were lifers. It was Darwroth Prison for Women, and I had heard bad things about it. It held a few hundred inmates, and none of them had much hope of seeing daylight again. They were there to suffer, to pay for what the hell they had done, at the hands of badass bitches who got their kicks ripping the tails off of the poor cunts in their power.
In the patrol wagon, heading for the hellhole, the sheriff tore my dress apart, spilling out my tits. I could do nothing to stop him, with my hands cuffed behind my back.
"You're gonna wish that'n you was back wiff me, ya rotten slut. Them bad women who run that shit pit are gonna tear them tits right offa you. They got orders right from the top to make you pay fer all them laws you blasted."
"Fuck you, bastard!"
As he laughed I spit right into his open mouth, and then plowed my head into that big fat belly of his. The air shot out of the fat bag with a loud whoosh. His stink almost bowled me over. Then his fist smashed into my tit, dug right into the melon. Blinding pain shot through me, I keeled over and he kicked me across the floor of that truck.
"Bitch! I'm gonna take some of that shit outa your backbone before we get to that hell pit."
He spread my legs, yanking out a handful of my snatch hair. I tried to kick at him, but he wedged his belly down on me, crushing my meat into the iron floor. Then he planted his weight down harder, opening up his pants and putting his little dingy into my twat. My hootch was trapped, his dingy was shoved into me. He dribbled his saliva in my face, into my mouth. I screamed into his face as loud as I could, trying to blow out his fucking eardrums.
"Bitch! Fucking whore!"
He slapped me back and forth across the mouth. I could feel that gun grinding into my honeyhole. I felt my ribs melting under his rancid, stinking carcass. Tightening my guts, I did the one thing that I could do. The bastard hadn't let me go to the kitty-cat room before they took me away. I let go my load of piss and shit while he was gunning away inside of me.
"Eiiieeeeeoooo!"
The bastard let out a yell and scrambled away. He tore at his trousers, wiping at the shit and piss stains that I had plastered on him. I grinned through bloody lips, thinking of how he would look with a row of stitch holes from a BAR in his fat guts, with blood and belly ooze leaking out of him, and his mouth spilling out the red death juice.
"Slut! I'll kill you!"
I avoided the first kick, and almost tripped him up. Then he caught me in the head and everything went dark.
I awoke in hell. A big woman in a strange uniform was playing with my twat. Her fingers were poking in and out of my pepper box. My head felt as if it were hanging on by a piece of skin, ready to drop off. I counted slowly to ten and opened my eyes all of the way. Big knockers with ruby colored nipples as big as gold pieces were sticking out of her blouse at me, through the leather jacket of her uniform. She had a guard's hat askew on her head, letting a long red river of hair flow out of her hat. She had a big red mouth of heavy lipstick smeared over her lips giving her a whore's face.
I was in prison. I tried to reach up to my head, to count all of my parts, but my hands were cuffed behind my back. I flashed back to wakefulness with a terrible surge of pain. My head ached, it was coming off, falling apart.
"Ooohhhh" I suddenly realized that I was groaning. I hurt all over.
My captor laughed. Her hands seized hold of my tits and, as she tickled my nippies, I realized that I was naked.
"That bastard with the big gut really laid your head open. If he had gone on he might have really finished you."
She touched my head and I was aware of a bandage covering a large swelling, blood-clotted wound.
"I'm surprised he didn't kill me."
"It would have been his ass if he did. We got orders here to take your can off an inch at a time and make you sorry for every Johnny you ever plugged and every buck you ever heisted."
"Sounds like a rough stretch."
"Yeah, life and forever. Your big mistake was not getting killed like all outlaws are supposed to. When you stop being a legend and get your ass in a sling like this, your troubles really begin."
"You must like your work."
Her fingers scratched my clit button. She slapped me back and forth across the tits, making them sting.
"We turn our inmates into slaves, make them eat the shit out of our asses. We have plenty of time, and every doll in this big house is ours for the keeping. You are going to be our favorite little toy. We're going to do special things with you. Real fun games."
I shut up then, as her hands twisted knots into the flesh of my tits. She kneaded up the white tit dough in her hands and shaped rolls of boob meat. Her nails scratched my skin.
"Your head is taken care of, bitch. Let's take you over to the warden. My name is Clea. You can call me Miss Carver. I like to shove billy clubs up the cunts of blonde bitches like you until they beg to drink my spit. I like to sit on a girl's face until I empty my pisspot into her mouth. I like you, whore!"
She slapped me three times, back and forth across the face. A real bitch. I could see that I was in for hell. My head was still on fire, and my skin crawled from the touch of that evil bastard of a sheriff. I wondered if I would ever see the outside again. I could have used my rod right then, a good .45 calibre Colt automatic, or maybe my trusty BAR, to blast my way out of there.
She pushed me along, stripped naked, her hands all over my glorious tissues, fingers kneading and groping my ass.
"Let's let these pigs have a real close look at you, whore!"
Those flappers were taking it all in, and I was giving them the once over. They were showing signs of the treatment: eyes dazed and sunken, burned out in defeat. Some still had the old sparkle and hate there, and even showed signs of thriving under their treatment. I spotted whip welts on a set of tits hanging out of half-opened prison uniform. I winced as my eyes roamed over the high walls with the guard towers crowding the corners. Male guards with submachine guns were giving me the hungry eye. I shook my pelt at them, letting the bastards see how a high class ass looked.
"If you have a yen for those boys, they'll be all over your bones before long."
I cursed under my breath as she slashed me across the tail plates with her billy stick. I wanted to rip her fucking throat and eat her heart out. I wanted to squish my fingers around in her eye sockets. But there wasn't a single damned thing I could do to her, and I knew it.
The yard was a big one. Dispirited or bored prisoners were everywhere, opening their baby blues to take in my bare ass, before closing up again. Guards roamed through the packs, big evil broads with their tits hanging out of their threads, their legs encased in long, long, boots. They carried clubs and whips, and their hands stopped here and there to cop a feel from a favorite hunk of womanstuff. I wondered how many of the shits would be groping me before long.
I was taken in to the warden's office. A big blonde bitch, big in every department, with nipples the size of Thompson Machine gun Magazines, was sitting behind her desk with her bush in the mouth of a young thing trapped between her legs chewing and sucking away.
"I see you have the new piece. Bad Bonnie Palmer, the machine gun terror," she said.
The club cracked into the small of my back. Pain shot through my kidneys.
"Say, yes Madam to her, you whore!"
"Yes, madam," I mumbled.
Another crack. My knees buckled.
"Say it louder!"
I spun around eager for blood. I slashed at her with my knee, trying to get a shot into her crotch. I hit her on the hip. A useless blow. Her club gouged into my tender belly. I dropped to my haunches. Her club raised to crack my skull.
"Hold it, we don't want to damage this piece of goods just yet! " The warden held her off. I was turned around and dragged to my feet. I looked at that bitch, playing with the tits of the tender, naked, young thing eating her pussy clean out; drinking all of that hot-and-juicy right out of her snatch like it was first grade moonshine.
"You're going to have a bad time here if you don't learn to cooperate."
"I thought I was put in here to have a bad time, Madam Warden."
She grinned at me, all teeth and no smile, her eyes hard and merciless. I felt my blood turn cold. I had seen such eyes on natural born killers who would shoot down a stiff just to see him fall. The hands of the guard were at work on my ass again, pinching and spanking my cheeks. I thought of pleasant ways to kill Clea.
"I'm Juliet Forster. I've been ramrod of this place for five years. No escapes, no attempts that were not severely dealt with, The only fun in this place is eating snatch and having it eaten. Unless I throw in the services of the cunt-hungry male personnel. Sometimes I do that for a favorite little thing. That's the fun from the side of the prisoners. Of course, we have the extra little kick of cracking your tails open. We have a real torture chamber downstairs. You'll soon know all about it. We can do whatever we please with you. If you cooperate and use that mouth of yours the way it was meant to be used, you won't suffer the worst things that could happen to you. Of course, you'll have a tough time of it anyway, since we have orders to make you pay up for all of the loot you snatched and all of the stiffs you left behind you. But what the hell, there is a depression on, and a girl does have to eat."
"I left quite a bit of loot behind me when I went in here, that's for sure," I admitted, somewhat proudly.
I got another crack in the back, and my legs turned to water. I had forgotten to call her madam. But she took time out from shooting her spice off in the mouth of the tender young flapper to look me up and down with a new interest.
The bulls had tried to make me talk about the money I had stashed. It was big dough. They didn't know how much for certain. I had one hundred G's and more stashed. I had been planning to shut down soon and fade away, before my ass was dragged in. The warden was looking at me with hungry eyes and I could read her head, the pig. She wanted loot. Well, maybe I had a chance after all. If I was ever to get out of there, I would need inside aid, and the higher the better. Half of that dough might buy my tail out of that hole. I looked back at her with a clever smile, me knowing what was in her head and that bitch knowing what was in mine.
She gave a sign to the guard to take me away, but I had struck a spark in her skull, and I knew that the bitch was running my money around inside that cranium, wondering if there were some way to get her hands on it.
CHAPTER TWO
That scummy cunt-bitch Clea dragged me along by the scruff of the neck, her hands busily at work on my meat. She was giving me a tour of the place. She took me down to the detention yard, so that I could get a look at the hell that some of the broads were suffering.
"Take a good look around here, shit-head, and remember what you see. You're gonna be the brunt of every little game we can devise for you! " I felt my water begin to flow when I looked at those poor bitches in bondage. A young girl with big roller coaster boobs and wide hips, her long black hair tied in a pigtail, hung by her wrists in the hot sun giving off a great flood of running sweat. She twitched and jerked, trying to find relief for her sunbaked, peeling hide. Her back was streaked and scarred with the broad red and bloody stripes left in her skin by a strap. Her pert and well padded bottom was cut up by some sort of whip. The welts ran into one another, all tied Together in a swelter of half-dried blood leaking down the curves of her bottom and flowing down the crack of her ass valley.
Blood flows had seeped down her thighs all the way to her knees. She groaned. Blood was frozen and dried at the corners of her mouth, where she had also been beaten. Her face had been bruised and battered almost beyond recognition, a swollen parody of a face. Her eyes were dazed and buried behind swollen masses of blackened bruise welting. The flies swarmed around her, lighting on her bloodied skin. Her tits were pincushions, her boobs constantly bouncing and rolling, ripples running through them as she made them shake in her constant, fruitless battle against the pain of dozens of sharp pins thrust into those lovely tits.
"That little hunk of whoreflesh is Catherine, "Cathie" to her friends. I love to read poetry to her while sitting on her face in the hot sun and letting the sweat from my ass pour down her throat," said Clea.
I listened to this without letting a trace of emotion show on my face. I didn't want the big bitch to know that she was scaring the shit out of me. Her tits shoving through her opened top garment were hard and rigid, the nipples doing their little erector dance to show that the slut was hot and bothered.
I knew whose ass she wanted to sink her claws into. She sank her claws into my tush, raking four lines of red along my right buttock. Then she dug up a handful of the meat surrounding those blood lines and pinched into my mushy tushie with all of the might of her strong flesh-crushing hand.
"Was that shit about the money you stashed away the real lowdown?"
I looked her in the eyes. The tears of pain made me blink. She wanted to get her talons on the loot as well. They were all the same. Well, so much the better. They would give me a hard time, but sooner or later I would find somebody to deal with. There had to be a way out of that shithole.
"Let's not talk about that now, precious. Feast your baby blues on the games some of our other little debutantes are playing."
There were many other girls suffering torture in that punishment yard. A black girl was locked into stocks, with her head and arms bound through the locked board and her naked body thus partitioned and fastened in place for any little games that the sluts wanted to play with her. One of the guards, a big fat thing with a red face and a long dirty mop of blonde hair, a real redneck piggo-oinker, was working on her. She was rubbing her tits into the ass of the black girl; grinding her triple size fat boobs into those big and shapely bottom cheeks as she tortured the whip wounds in that ass. The whip scars were deep, fresh, open, long, wide, red tears in the black bottom, with the blood just oozing and flooding down her legs. And the big fat peckerwood slut-scum was rubbing her tits caked with salt along those bottom halves. She took time out to coat her tits with some more salt and lemon juice. Then she rubbed it in again.
"My God!"
"He won't help you, baby."
"What did she do to get in here."
"She hit a cop, that's what she did. You killed a whole slew of them, so you can imagine what's gonna happen to you."
I knew that she had to have a few more little misdemeanors to her credit to be in that place, but I didn't care too much about her problems. I had my own. As I listened to her scream and watched the fat pig shove her porky fingers in and out of the cunthole and shithole, I wondered what the hell was going to happen to me. I still hurt from the kicking I had received from the feet of the piggy sheriff. If I ever got out I would look him up and blow his fucking head off. But I knew the bandage on my skull wouldn't keep me from suffering before the day was out. I was getting the tour just to increase my terror and apprehension.
"What's her name?" I asked to keep the conversation going and help hold off things.
"Thelma Rittoris. A real hard ass bitch. She's being worked on by Sally, who really enjoys working on our nigger prisoners. She loves to work on all of the prisoners, actually, as you'll find out."
I watched that vicious slut torturing that poor black girl. She was one hell of a bad screw, and I could feel my belly turn at the thought of her greasy paws all over me.
The pug must have been a mind reader because she turned my way, taking me in with her dirty eyes. Her skin had the look of a hide peeled from the carcass of a butchered pig, and I imagined that I would be able to smell her all of the way across the yard.
"Is that Machine-Gun Bonnie?"
"Yeah, she's the one."
I was a celebrity. It gave me no comfort. I could see the pig licking her lips and imagining her hands on my pearly whites. In the meantime that bitch Clea was wringing my ass flesh through her hands again. I could feel it changing color just from the handling she was giving me every second without quitting.
I turned to watch tall, slim, black girl being flogged. She hung naked, upside-down, by her feet, her head a yard or so from the ground. The whip cut its pattern into her back and ass.
Crack! The long whip smacked into her back, the tip snaking up to slice her ass, the long coil burning a red rip into her skin. Blood bubbled up in the gash torn in her skin.
Her body twisted and writhed as she rode upon the ropes holding her. She corkscrewed and jackknifed, clutching at her bleeding wounds. Her hands had been left free. She received another lash, the whip snapping all around her body. There was the sickening sound of leather cutting into soft flesh. A little splash of blood flew out of the laceration sliced into her flesh.
I looked around at that collection of horrors taking place all around me. A girl was being coated with tar. Her naked flesh jerked and twitched as the hot tar was smeared onto her skin out of a caldron heating over a fire. She screamed as the tar stick was pulled across her bush. The stick was shoved up along her torso, traveling between her tits.
"You look as if you're going to turn sick. Let's go over to that tar and I'll give you a little taste to see how you like it." Struggling and kicking, I was dragged over to the cauldron of bubbling tar, helpless with my arms bound in the cuffs behind my back.
"You fucking bitch!"
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, her fist exploded into my face. I went down seeing stars, and caught her boot in my ribs. I would have to learn to keep my dumb mug shut if I was going to survive in that hellhole. I spat out some blood and looked up, shaking out the cobwebs. On the wall, I could see one of the male screws carrying a rifle. The hack was a fat pig, with a big beer belly hanging over his belt. A real pear-shaped cracker. He reminded me of the fucking sheriff. I was dragged to my feet and roughly shoved forward. I knew better than to resist again.
I was dragged over to the tar barrel and the brush was dipped into the mess. Steam rose from the hot tar, and I quailed from the threat of it close to my sweaty skin. The pig eyes of the fat redneck broad guard followed the creasing and moving of my skin as I retreated from the brush. My captor, Clea, held me in her tight grip while the brush was brought close to me. I felt her hands shoving between the cheeks of my ass, probing at the slab crack between the wedges, her dirty hands running greedily over my lusty young flesh, her fingers poking and gouging into the sweet crack between my buttocks, up into my scrumptious asshole. I wished that I could have the slut bitch on her knees eating my crack. But I would probably be working on her gash instead before very long.
I fastened my terrified gaze on a young naked piece of fluff bound up with her left leg split wide and hung up in the air, drawn up to above her head, putting a terrible strain upon her crotch.
As I watched her suffering, the tar brush was rubbed between my tits. Hot, bubbling, black, oozing tar sloshed into the valley between my dangling and bouncing boobs, smearing on the soft curvaceous inner sweep of my boobs; flowing in hot driplets down my belly. I screamed and jerked away from that pain.
"Easy, baby, that was just a little sample to see how you like a tar bath. Why don't you get down on your knees right now and show us how much you appreciate my kindness to you in not giving you the full treatment? "
"Fuck you, pig!" I spat.
Her foot slashed deep into the pit of my stomach. I collapsed in a kicking mass of pain. I felt my guts churning over. I avoided her follow up, but she threw herself on me. Her face plastered itself to mine, her lips molded to my mouth. Her sharp teeth bit my lips bloody as she spilled her spit into my mouth. Her claws raked my cheeks.
I tried to move out from under her, but she sank her fingers into my tits, gouging and drilling them deep. Her sharp talons broke skin as she wrenched and wrung, twisted and pulled. Handfuls of my boob meat were torn apart, wide apart, and then ground together in unnecessary cruelty. As I screamed and cursed, my mouth was a perfect target for her spit. A ball of saliva splashed into the back of my throat. I tried to turn over, but she gripped me by the hair on both sides of the head, and twisted my skull into the dirt.
I was spent. She rubbed her claw tips into the tar mess between my knockers. I was too far gone to offer any resistance. I was going under again. Strong hands dragged me to my feet, and a kick in the ass sent me reeling.
"You're not getting out of it." A whip cracked into my ass. It tore a bloody red line over the bouncing meat on both sides of my crackline. I jumped and shrieked.
"Down on your knees, cuntlicker." I fell to my knees, brain reeling, body shocked, too battered to offer any further resistance to her. I felt the big hands of Sally at work on my ass. Slap. Her hand covered one buttock, striking painfully into the slab. Crack. Her hand exploded on the other side. The meat under the cannonshot impact of her paw turned bright red; needles and pins shot through the wounded meat. The tar burned and itched between my boobs. The damaged, wounded tits were grasped and milk-mauled in the hands of Clea so that it seemed like the big slut was trying to work a flow of the white and warm out of the nipples the way she was manipulating them. My bush dragged in the dirt, and rough hands raped it, fingers making my lips part, stroking friction and abrasion inside my box, a climactic painful orgasm building up inside of me.
I pressed my mouth to the bush that loomed in front of it. There was nothing else that I could do. I smelled the strong, tart, cheap gin flavor smell of the whore's raw pussy. She shook it, and rubbed it, and made it do a shimmy under my nose. Hair filled my mouth, the puffy lips were pressed to my bruised mouth. I slurped my tongue into her cunt, probed and prodded with it, excited the clit button after I found it, made the juices flow and the heat turn on.
The evil and ugly fat bitch behind me knelt to work on my ass. She snatched up a pinchful of the whip line that had been cut into my buttocks and squeezed it. Raw, blazing hot agony flooded and volcanoed through my ass. I felt the surging of it all through my ass, up and down my thighs, right into the bone line of my spine, unbearable pain.
She milked and squeezed blood out of the whip cut in my ass, squeezing and pinching it out, laughing and searing my nose with her animal smell and stinking breath. The stench of the excited muff soon covered it, as I ate out Clea's hot pussy.
"More, more, suck me off you prisoner, you animal con bitch."
The other guards, and the prisoners able to focus their eyes, were undoubtedly watching me. I could sense it. Shame and humiliation flood my eyes with tears. I was being used as a pussy eater, and there was nothing that I could do to stop it.
Her cunt was overflooding, the hot stuff just ooozing out of her in great floods of boiling kettle juice. I had her hairs wedged between my teeth, filling my mouth. I cursed her in my mind, imagining all of the things that I wanted to do to her.
I wanted to hang her by her thumbs, the ropes slowly drawing blood, pulling them out of the sockets. I would hang great clawgrips upon her nipples, the spikes sinking into her tit tips and slowly sawing through, gradually cutting the nipples right off of her. As this happened, I would flay great strips of skin from the scum's back. I would peel the hide an inch at a time until the raw, blood soaked muscle layers were exposed. Then I would rub salt and lemon juice into the mess of blood and skinless flesh. That would be a start. Her box would be the dessert to my vengeance. I would sew up the lips of her slit, making her box a sewed up, bleeding, closed hole. Then I would manipulate the lip of her clit, exciting the puffy, thread-riddled, bleeding lips and the button, sawing at her clitoris with rough sandpaper, as she suffered the tortures of the damned.
But that was fantasy. As the cutline in my ass was split open making the blood flow thick and fast again, I realized what was really happening to me. I experienced a new degree of pain as the cut was clogged with salt and pepper. I bit into the lips of the cunt that I was eating out so professionally.
"Oowwww. You did that deliberately, you fuck." I knew what was coming but I could not avoid it. The pig gave me a clout with a club right on the bandaged head injury left by the bastard sheriff. When I passed out this time it was well into the next day before they could bring me around.
CHAPTER THREE
I awoke in a cell, some time the next morning. I awoke to a tickling sensation at my clit, and an itch in my asshole. I opened my eyes and found a big, fat black girl eating my pussyhole, her fingers working away up my ass crack. I kicked out at her, my feet slamming into her oversized tits, knocking her away.
She looked at me through malevolent and burning eyes. She had a strong face with broad features, and a scar running up her right cheek.
"You better be nice to me, or I'll complain to Guard Janine, and she'll give you a working over on that uppity white tail of yours with her rubber hose. She'll show you who makes the rules here and who follows the rules."
"Who the hell are you," I growled. I looked the gash hungry broad up and down. "You're no guard, you nooky chewer. You're a con, the same as I am. You're not going to eat my snatch when I don't want you to."
"Sure I'm a con, baby. But this gal has an inside track with the hacks. I've been here for seven years now, and I do the nursing and doctoring, what there is of it. The doc is usually too drunk or too busy eating asshole to tend to anything. So I'm useful, which gives me just a little bit of clout around here. In your case, however, the word is that you're to have an especially hard time of it. You've got no friends in the staff, and probably none in the population either. So you need to be on the good side of me."
"Can you help me?"
"I can patch together what those hard-noses break up, and if we're really close friends, I can do a real first rate job of it. Like I've got a home remedy jelly salve made with herbs, roots, and a few other ingredients that really clears up cuts and wounds fast. Doesn't leave much in the way of scars either. You're gonna need that, cause if I don't look after you, you're gonna be one big scar from your neck down to your toes inside of a year."
I smiled at her. I could use a useful friend. Her hands stroked up my legs, right up to my thighs. She pressed her mouth to my clit, and then turned me on in a few seconds with a wayout brand of tongue sloshing that was really the end of it. She had a way of getting that thick red tongue of hers all of the way into my lovely little lovenest.
"You're really good with that tongue of yours."
"Used to make my dough with this here tongue. Broke it in tonguefucking the gashes of rich white ladies. Really cleaned out those boxes for them. Drained them dry."
I was truly beginning to enjoy myself. She was an expert at eating me. She had smeared me with ointments and salves, and tended to my injuries so that I was feeling a bit better. I watched her ass bob and shake. I was beginning to vibrate, all of my flesh in motion as she sent the hot blood racing through me. Like driving a fast roadster, with the old BAR gunning at the laws on my tracks. Or walking into a bank in a strange town and taking it, getting it clean, and then rolling out of there and across the state line.
Clea came in on me. She had another guard with her, a great ugly brute, with a mane of black hair falling down to her waist, big apple knockers hanging out of the open front of her uniform, and a big bullwhip in her hands.
"Well, new slut, I see that you're on your feet and well healed up. That suits us just fine, because there's work to be done and its time to get your tail out of here."
"What work?"
Clea laughed, an evil guffaw showing her gold fillings. The other one looked at me with pale, washed out eyes while her hands played with her whip.
"This place has a work program. We have a quarry for you sluts to break your back in. Not very much comes out of it, but that's just part of the fun. When the season is right in a few weeks, we'll put you to work picking the cotton crop. We have an agreement with a local cotton planter. You get to pick the cotton for him while we massage your asses with the whip, and he and his workers get to fuck your tails off. Since most of you broads are as man hungry as those boys are cunt hungry, it works out very well. Right, Casey?"
"Yes, Miss Clea. I really love to have one of those long pokers prodding around inside of me."
"Those boys are so hole hungry, that they don't care if its prime white meat or smelly nigger black meat that they poke it into."
I looked at the girl who I now knew was known as Casey. She hung her head at this slur, but I could see the sparkle of hate and rage in the corner of her eye. It was interesting to me that there was still a bit of spark and spirit left in her.
"Those boys are so hungry," she said in a cool and level voice, "that some of them even poke their porkers into some of the guards, and a lot of them are even more cock hungry than we are."
The ugly guard broke into laughter. Clea went red in the face and smashed her hand back and forth into Casey's face. Blood spurted from the corners of Casey's mouth.
"Now bitch, Vixie here is going to take you out to the quarry and put you to work out in the nice hot sun. Since you're a newcomer and we haven't assigned you your work uniform yet, you can work stark naked."
I was shoved along through the yard by the evil Vixie. We came to a small cell workshop where chains were fastened to my ankles and to my wrists. I had two feet of chain between my legs and three between my wrists. The wrist chains were fastened to the ankle chains and I was sent scurrying along, clanking loudly, by the bitch guard who beat the butt of her whip on my ass to speed me on my way.
"With those chains on, you shouldn't be moving too fast. And if you do try to run, we fetch you back with dogs. The farmers around here have the word that they get a bounty for every pelt of tail that comes their way. They also can fuck the shit out of you before they bring you back home."
"I guess you don't have any escapes then." She walloped my ass with the whip, making a new bruise grow in my tender skin.
"Call me miss when you speak to me, you dirty robbing little bitch."
"Yes, miss."
"By the way, what did you do with all of that money you stole?"
"Anyone who was really my friend would find out."
She uncoiled the whip and gave me a lash across both of my tits. The whip cut a bloody welt into my breasts. I looked down with horror at the blood running from the gash in my smarting boobs.
"Don't get cute. If I even think you're trying to bribe anyone to help you get your ass out of here with that money you're supposed to have salted away, I'll whip your tail completely off. I hate crooks. My old man was a bank guard and he had his head shot off by your kind. Thompson sub, five holes right through the brain. I love to whip the asses off of you sluts and make you pay for that. I don't want money, and I don't want one of you scum escaping. I'll torture you to death an inch at a time before I let one of you get away."
It was hell in the quarry. As I worked in the hot sun, the other inmates constantly made cracks and whistled at my sweaty curves. Every movement made my sweat sheened body ripple, a wonder of beauty. Spit soon covered my flesh as the other cons were encouraged to give me a hard time.
Their hands were constantly reaching out to touch and stroke me. The bulls whispered long, gibbering obscenities to me about how they'd love to stick their fingers up into me, ream me out with candles, make me eat and suck the shit right out of them. I believed that they meant it. I was becoming mighty nervous in that place. I constantly kept on the move, not avoiding the hands roaming all over me by doing this, but keeping it down a bit.
The guards also played with me. During the scanty lunch break, they made me splay my body over a rock, tail reared up, while they gave me the in-out with their fingers. One of them made me come, and she held up her juice smeared fingers for her friends to see.
"I fingerfucked Bonnie until her cunt ran hot pussy juice," she shouted out.
Everyone gave a loud, obscene, dirty cheer, and I shrank into myself. It was too much to stand. Their hands continued to probe me. One sucked on each tit, while a third fingerfucked me in front and a forth gave my anal canal an inside massage with her dirty hands.
My head swam as I worked in the heat of the sun, hampered by my fetters, my brain broiling, whips lashing criss-cross red streaks into my tender skin while guards and inmates screamed sex curses at me and groped my flesh with their hands. I became weaker and weaker.
Stark naked the heat bearing down on me, I could not have lasted even with fair treatment. At last I collapsed to the ground, unable to stand.
"Get up," snarled Vixie.
Her whip coiled out and landed on my rump. She etched another cut into my tail. Whip fire streaked over the full heavy breadth of both full cheeks. My ass globes made an involuntary wiggle. The pressure of the work, the sweat sheened condition of my body, the sex probing of all the hands upon my body combined with the whipping, made me flip out into a painful orgasm. As I lay there, my chains hampered me, the whip cutting grooves into my wiggling rump and back, skin peeling from sunburn, I began to orgasm and come again and again, abandoning myself to the spasms, embracing the jeering taunts and humiliation heaped upon me.
"Get your ass up," Vixie screamed. She kicked me in the belly. "Get up or I'll whip the asses off of every bitch in this quarry."
I tried to rise as the whip scourged my bottom bloody. That was all I needed, to get the entire crew a mass punishment. That would really help my popularity. "Get your fucking ass upright."
I almost made it, but I collapsed again. The sun was burning the inside of my brain, and I felt my bones melting and turning to wax. I let them kick and whip me, unable to make it up.
A fat guard with a pockmarked face turned me over. She straddled me, sitting on my belly and wiggling her tail around on me. She smirked at the others as her dirty hands gripped and pinched my tits. She tugged at them, pulling the nipples out, and I watched them stretch and experienced stabbing, burning spurts of agony as she rotated the pellet shaped nipples and then twisted them right and left, upwards and downwards.
The head guard loomed over me. She spit into my eyes, a tobacco stained spitball square in my eyeballs. I screamed. The bitch mounting my belly held my mouth open and spit into it again and again.
"This slut is through for the day. Whip every ass in this quarry, twenty each on the bare bottoms. Get this pig back to the dollhouse and break her in two."
The whips tore at the bottoms. Straps, clubs, rubber hoses, and whips slashed into the soft posteriors. Asses jumped and bounced under the proddings of the brutal guards, who made the flesh bleed and swell with their evil lust to inflict pain.
I was in a bad way myself. Water was thrown in my face and then I was half dragged, and half shoved along the path back to prison. My flesh was torn on rocks and the whore escorting me back to the prison ripped my meat with her whip.
Back in the prison I was taken to the punishment yard. There I was tied to a post with the right side of my body pressed to it, arm tightly bound to the wood with an iron bolt, my waist fastened in a wide, steel belt, and my leg also bound to the post.
My left arm was tied behind my back, elbow at the hip and wrist to the opposite shoulder. Stabbing pains shot through my entire arm, and the agony in the shoulder area was the worst.
After this my free leg was pulled up until my ankle was at a height greater than my head, and then it was tied off. As an added bit of torture, my hair was braided into a pigtail and tied to my ankle. The bondage was drawn tight, and my crotch opened up, both my cunthole and asshole stretching open as my crotch was tugged at by the overhead spread of my leg.
My screams rose into the air as fingers drummed upon my crotch, worked in and out of my holes, moved up and down my leg. Then a light, flexible cane was held up before my face.
"Can you imagine what this is going to feel like," inquired my torturer.
The yard was filled with the resounding screams of the other unfortunates. I added my own yells to this loud chorus. The cane slashed upwards, cutting into my hair nest. It smacked into the cunt lips. My screams became louder and more horrible. Again it slashed into me, sinking into the gaping open cunt hole area. Again and again, very slowly and methodically I was whipped on the cunt.
That was the beginning of my first taste of real torture. I was subjected to it again and again. It felt like my bones were splitting open.
After that my tits were whipped. The tips were held out to make an easy target for the cane. The cane left purple streaks upon the tender delights of my nipples. The small vessels leaked blood.
"This is only the beginning, Bonnie. We're going to make a living ball of shit out of you. We're going to boil it in a cauldron and coat every inch of your rotten hide with it. We'll teach you who the hell runs this place."
The threat of my torturer was kept, after a lot more pain was dished out to me. A crew of guards took turns spitting over a hundred gobs of slop down my throat. My wide open cunt was reamed out with a large wooden stick shaped like a cock. This torture sent me swooning into the darkness again. I was out for another long spell.
CHAPTER FOUR
They were going to make a shit-doll out of me. I had heard of this horrible torture but never seen it in action. It was an abomination. I could feel my flesh crawl as they heated a cauldron full of bubbling, steaming hot shit over a fire. There were lumps and bricks of the shit, melting and going soft in a mass of diarrhea. The stench was awful. I was choking and coughing, retching and turning green as the laughing bitch guards stirred long ladles around inside the mess, breaking it down to a soft composition.
Hands roamed over my sweaty body, fingers poking around inside my pussy. They were reaming me out as they amused themselves while waiting for the crap to turn soft so that they could begin covering me with it. They had me spread-eagled, standing upright shacked by the wrists and ankles between two posts. I screamed and pleaded, but it was in vain.
They were ready to coat every luscious inch of my fucking and sucking delight of a golden bitch body with that mess. They scooped it out of the cauldron with ladles and sticks.
"No, no," I screamed, as the first stick full of the shit was brought close to my face. The hot stinking mess with all of the smell of dead hell curling up from it was pressed to my face. I felt the heat of the hot liquid as it was rubbed into my cheek and over my mouth covering my lips. I choked and coughed. The stick was smeared into my face until the shit was ground in and sticking tight to my flesh.
"You fucking bitches," I screamed as the stick was cleaned off on my face.
That was a mistake. I got a few liquid, half clotted flakes of the slime in my mouth. As I choked and coughed at it, one of the scum came up behind me and pried the cheeks of my ass apart. As I struggled and strained, the bitch held my ass globes stretched apart, mushing my tushie in her hands, getting in a good kneading feel while the bitches working with the shit sticks coated them up good with the slop. I didn't know what was coming next, and I went wild when I realized what the scum were going to do to me. As I cursed the screws shoved a stick up my asshole, coated in the hot, liquid crap.
"Pile it up there," ordered Carrigan.
The sluts obeyed the big butch dyke. They scooped up a double handful of the slop and while one held the mess of shit in her gloved hands and a second kept my ass spread open a third shoved handfuls of the shit grease up my ass. They were giving me a shit enema. They kept it up until they had shoved about a quart of the hot scum-cream up my asshole. Then they plugged me up so that I couldn't get rid of it the way it had come. I had to take a shit worse than I had ever wanted to before, but there was no way.
They scooped out the crap and smeared it over my glorious flesh. They threw it in my face, plastered it to me. They ground it into my skin, creamed me with it, massaged my bouncing and rolling tits with it. They smeared every inch of my body, my crotch, my armpits. When they had covered every inch of my, body they pounded it into my hair, emptied the cauldron over me, scooped the slop up as it dropped off me in balls and slammed it into my skin. I vomited, and they caught the slime coming out of my mouth in a bucket and smeared it into the shit covering my face. Then they filled my mouth with shit, making me swallow some.
I hung there, slack in my bondage, all through the night, gagged and suffering. My skin burned and itched, my cunt and asshole were filled with the shit, and I had the constant agonized feeling through every second of that unending night of having to empty myself out. Of course, there was no relief for me. My suffering grew worse and worse.
I was surrounded by screaming, the agonized cries and curses, prayers and pleas, of the three tar babies who shared my misery in the scumming yard. They were coated with tar and feathers, their pussies and rear holes also befouled, but I would have changed places with those cunts gladly.
The stench seared away the lining of my nostrils. My head swam, and I felt the need to retch with every breath I pulled into my lungs. My skin crawled, and I felt the agony of the damned. I was soon the focus of attention of swarms of flies. As the shit dried and hardened upon me the flies covered me, great hordes of them feasting on my shit-covered body. I tossed feverishly in my bondage, screaming incessantly, as dried shit filled my mouth to the accompaniment of my frenzied writhing and twisting.
The stench affected the others as well. I could see them wince and try to shrink away from me despite their own suffering state.
I passed out sometime during the night drifting through the dark despair of nightmares. I awakened sometime during the morning. I had been taken from my bondage and was now in a vast pool of mud. The big bitch Sally was working on me, stark naked, wallowing me through the mud, drowning out the stink of my shit covering under deep messings of the gushy mud, dragging me and rolling me around in it, rolling around in it herself, laughing and singing, a pig at play in her natural element.
My bonds were off. I lashed out with both legs, digging myself into the slush of mud as I caught her on the tits and sank my feet into the big balloons, springing us apart.
As she came sloshing and rolling through the muck at me, I feebly managed to scoop up a handful of the thick gooy mud and smear it into her face. As she choked and screamed and clawed at her face, I began to crawl away from her, trying to get away from that heavy body. I was plastered with mud on top of dried shit, my skin was aflame with itch and horror, and my holes were stuffed up with the crap impeding my movements.
I tore the plugs out of my stuffed holes and clawed at the filth clotting me up. As I squeezed my sphincter, the shit came out of my ass with a burning sensation as if I had had alcohol in my backhole. I turned on her as she grabbed me around the waist with her big hands, wallowing me under her bulk into the slime.
I caught her by the lower lip with one hand and, with the other, rammed a huge mass of hard, half dried out shit into her craw. She rolled through the mud, a bull hippo in death throes. I rammed my hand halfway down her throat, making the big pig glop down the shit. I was turning fighting tigress again, feeling the tide in my favor, although at any moment somebody would break in to end it for me.
"She's really stuffing that shit down Sally's throat. Look at her."
I recognized Clea's voice. That scum would get her kicks watching a colleague being racked up. Well, so much in my favor. At that moment I was in bad shape myself, weakened by my tortures, feeble, my holes itching and my skin half poisoned by the shit. The mud was helping some. I grabbed Sally by her hair and jammed her face into it, trying to smother her.
That was the limit. I heard a bedlam of angry screams and then three of them were pounding through the mud, trying to get at me. As I staggered almost to my feet before slipping in the goo, I could see that they were getting in each other's way as they scrambled to get at me.
Sally lunged to her feet and I plopped my mud smeared, slippery carcass on her equally slippery fat bulk of pig flesh. That got me to my feet. She was a big, strong girl. For one precious moment I felt the surge of adrenalin, and hatred give me a measure of my old strength.
I had the power of the active, the strength born of inner aggression firing up the muscles, a soul driven force that could push a person like me on when ordinary creeps were faltering and dropping off. Because of this, despite everything that had been done to me, for a few seconds I piled into them.
I gave Clea a kick in her cunt. She was stark naked, her bush clotted with her own come juice. She had been pussy playing while watching the sport. That cost her, as I lashed into a hot box that had just been fingerfucked off. She let out one horrible scream and went down, the vomit flooding out of her screaming mouth.
As Clea turned around, half slipping in the mud, I turned to face her and gave her two fist hammers in her big tits. Mud splattered off as, with the cry of a stunned ox, she went down into the great sea of mud, almost sending me flying on the crest of her splash.
Another guard grabbed me by the hair and dug her fist into my gut. My belly creased around the hard fist. I felt a shock of pain and lost my breath, but I retaliated with a tremendous hook shot into her crotch. Then I slammed her tits together with the palms of my hands. She staggered away screaming. It was pure instinct, but the correct move.
That ran out my string. The third growling, cursing screw hammered me down to my knees with a billy stick. She positioned my head between her gaping, sweat covered, naked and voluptuous legs and sank down, smearing my face into the mud. As I choked she pounded my gash with her fists. I jackknifed in agony, shooting my head free of her ass. She grabbed me by the hair and dragged my sagging, filth smeared ass out of the mud.
She spread me out on the ground and turned a hose on me. As I rolled and screamed she flooded every inch of my body with water. Then the wonderful comfort of it entered into my skin as the filth and mud were swept away. The water not only washed away the poisonous shit of the night before, it filled me with renewed energy.
She turned off the water and I sprang to my feet, a wildcat ready for more, ready to take them all on once again. But they were ready for me, the three of them with Clea sitting on the ground ruefully rubbing at her busted tits. They came swarming over me and I slammed into them with both fists flying, determined to do or die.
They were not used to fighting it out with prisoners. It was not in the rules for resistance to be offered. If they had not been carried away with hatred and the thrill of fighting it out with me, they would have beaten me to ruin with the clubs or flogged me raw with whips.
Instead they met me and it was flurry of flying hands. I got in good shots to tits and bellies, but a fist caught me right on the scalp where I had been sapped with a club only seconds before. A heavy hand almost knocked my right tit off with one shot, another driving punch caught me square in the lips and filled my mouth with blood.
As I staggered back and my legs tottered, two of them caught me. They held my arms twisted up behind my back, while Clea worked on me. She drove her knee into my pussy. Fire and lightning exploded through my cunt.
"Eaaaiieeeeee."
My scream was cut off by a wild uppercut to my mouth. A few chips of cracked teeth came exploded from my mouth on a tide of blood. I managed to swivel my head to avoid a nosebreaking right, but it cut open my cheek. Another right hit me in the eye. I felt an exploding blackness close over it.
Left, right, left, right, into my tummy. She sank short punches into my midriff until the belly meat felt like liquid. As my head rolled forward, I watched the blood flow from my gaping mouth between my tits.
The two guards holding me snapped my arms out straight, then twisted my wrists up, making me bend forward. In this position of horrible anguish my tits were at the mercy at Clea, who made them bounce and burn with short, hooking uppercut punches. I passed out when she brought one up from the floor into my chin.
I came to in the doctor's office, strapped down to the table. My head ached and I was looking at the world through a swollen eye. I was banged up pretty good, but the punishment was just beginning.
The doctor was an old creep with thick glasses and a leer as he surveyed my naked body. He rubbed his hands over me, his gloating barely controlled. I was in for it.
Clea was standing there. She was also stark bare-assed, and she was ready to participate in my "doctoring." Only what the whore had in mind for treatment I could have done without. She had a full set of needles heating in a fire.
"Now you stupid little asshole, you're going to learn once and for all not to lift your hands to the guards."
With a long pair of tweezers, she lifted one of the needles out of the fire and held it up to the light. It was glowing red-hot. I screamed with fear and pulled against the tight grip of the restraints. I tossed and strained, but I couldn't budge a fraction of an inch.
She brought the needle down to my flesh and pressed it to my skin. My skin blistered and smoked as the red-hot needle burned its track through my tit. She pressed it deep, rotating it as she drilled it down into me. I felt pain such I had not believed possible. My wail of agonized despair went on and on as the needle sank deeper.
I banged my head on the table, clawed my nails into my flanks, trying to blot out the pain but not succeeding. Sweat was coated on my body, swimming on my skin, a sour muck smell of fear and pain I mingled with the remembered scent of the shit.
"That was the first. Now for the second."
The hot sliver burned a hole into the flower of my nipple. I could feel the flaming piece of iron channel into the flesh. I knotted my body and bucked against the restraints. I cried like a damn baby. I could hear my screams growing and growing.
The torture went on. As my tits were turned into depositories for hot needles, the fucking doc turned his hands into instruments of exploration. He shoved his dirty, bony old fingers up into my cunt. I could feel the bastard groping for the rear tissues of my fuckhole.
"Dirty son of a bitch."
I shut up then when that bitch Clea twisted another long needle left and right and back and forth into my tit. I couldn't control the trembling and shaking of my tortured flesh and darkness was beginning until the blood filled my mouth and trickled out. Then I passed out.
CHAPTER FIVE
I was patched up by Casey once again. I lay strapped down to a table, her hands ministering to my injuries. She also took the opportunity to subject me to a completely merciless fingerfucking, making my pussy leak its hot spurting juice some five times. Her hands kneaded my tits until they were hard as rocks.
She kissed me on my lips, her tongue moving and mashing into mine. We swirled saliva back and forth into each other's mouths. She pressed my flesh against the cruel restraint of the straps, eager to make me explode with passionate abandon.
"My poor baby, what have they done to you?"
"Just about everything that they could think of."
I was allowed to knit together a little bit, and then I was brought before the warden again. She sat at her desk, stark naked, her gash spread open and waiting for me. Juliet tapped her fingers on her desk and pointed to her beckoning beaver's nest. I plugged my head between her thighs and sucked the cunt of Juliet Forster for a full hour, eating her cunt out a good ten times, counting the explosions and flinching when her whip made contact with my tender butt.
"I've been informed that you're an uncooperative troublemaker."
"I'm trying to do my best, madam. I really want to stay out of trouble."
"We shall soon find out about that."
She gestured to the guard to leave us. As soon as we were alone she put another notch into my tail meat. "We might avoid all of this if we come to an understanding.
I perked up my ears. She was ready to talk business sooner than I had expected. "I am always willing to cooperate, madam."
She got right down to it. Her hands wandered over my tits, and she cupped them tenderly.
"If you were my friend, your life in here would be pretty good. Your punishments would cease, despite what those bastards on the outside want. I could make things a lot easier for you. And I could show you a wild time, a love party that you would never believe."
"That sounds wonderful, madam."
She wasn't talking about the money yet, my stash still safe on the outside. That would come later, but first she wanted to soften me up with a taste of good treatment.
She brought me over to a cot and laid me out on it, removing my shackles. Then she slowly stripped, taking her time and letting me have a good look at her lush and curvaceous body. When she was naked she caressed herself, shaking her ass layers at me, making them crease and ripple.
She was caressing herself all over, bobbing her tits on the palms of her hands, making them ripple from left to right, her gash all wet where she was rubbing herself off. I lay back resting on my arms and spread my legs, looking sexy and wondering what would happen later when we began to talk about money. She took my foot and washed my toes with her tongue, that wicked grin on her face getting wider and wider as I began to spark up.
"I told you that we could be friends."
She put a set of clicker balls inside of me. I had used them once before, and I knew the sensations they could generate. Two balls, attached by a short cord, made of wood filled parly with a small lump of mercury. As they were stuffed up my vagina by her skilled hands, I began to do the old bump and grind, knocking the balls together and along the inside wall of my cunt, making the mercury inside the balls bounce about wildly, increasing the thrill.
I began to come and climax, again and again. I made my cunt vibrate until I thought that it was going to come right off. And all of the time her tongue and hands were all over me, from my toes right up to the tip of my nose. She gave me a tongue bath that I couldn't believe, it was so fantastic. When she got to my pussy she burrowed her head in and sucked away at my soft liquid center., I looked down at her mouth slurping as much of my cunt lips as she could hold, in and out. I stroked her hair, spreading it out with my hands, making the long tendrils float on my tits. She worked her way up to the boobs, licking the welts in my tits, making the hurt go away.
I lay like that for some time, rolling over occasionally to let her get at my back and bottom, all the while grinding those balls around inside my pussy. The juice was literally flowing out of me infloods. She lapped and drank it up, and a trickle of my cunt cream was running down her chin. I moved my arms to let her eat my armpits. She was having a ball and so was I.
"You really can be a friendly warden."
"And I can make things very pleasant for you. You could have this sort of fun every day instead of going through hell." She was making with the loud and uninhibited sound effects as she ate me. I was going to be sorry for it to end, but I was expecting a bad reaction from her when we began to talk about money. "Why don't you take me into your confidence."
This was it. I spread the cheeks of my ass while doing a vaginal shake to make those balls flog off my cunt once again as we talked. "What do you mean?"
"You did hide a lot of money when you came in here."
"I certainly did. Those piggies tried every which way to get pretty Bonnie to talk about it. That sheriff twisted a pencil around inside the bullet holes in my ass. But I wouldn't say a word."
She kissed the bullet marks on my butt, blowing hot air up my asshole. I felt inclined to ask her to give me an enema with her mouth, but I decided not to press my luck, which I felt was about to turn bad anyway, as she fumbled around at the corners of the thing, waiting to drop it on me.
"You're going to be in here for life, you know that? "
"Possibly, but it remains to be seen."
"If I had that money I would make things a lot more pleasant for you. You could have an enjoyable and decent life in here."
"If you had all of that money why would you remain as warden here?"
"For the pleasure of it. There are a lot of interesting times to be had here."
"No," I said to her, watching her expression nervously, "you'd leave and I would be up shit creek once again. I don't intend to spend the rest of my life here in any case. Now if someone would help me to leave this little fun camp, I could prove very generous."
"How generous?"
"Half of all I have in the world,"
"Which is?"
"Half of over one hundred thousand dollars."
She whistled. I had impressed her, it was more than she had hoped for. Then her nails sank into my thigh.
"I'm warden of this penitentiary. I couldn't help you escape. It would go against everything I've ever worked for. But you don't really understand the situation yet, You're going to remain here. The only chance you have to exist in this place without going through the agony of the damned in hell every day is to tell me all about that money you stashed on the outside."
"That wouldn't help me. If you want to share my wealth, I'll divide it with you, but on the outside."
She slapped me on the mouth. As my head snapped, she raked m tits with her claws and I winced with pain. Her face was flushed with rage. She was the type that couldn't take frustration without showing her displeasure on somebody's skin.
"Tell me about that money, you rotten little scum."
"Fuck you. You can't kill me and if you hurt me too bad, you'll never get it."
"I'll make you talk. I'll have you subjected to every torture in this hellhole until you crack wide open, You'll tell me everything, you dirty tramp."
I remembered that she had sent the guards away. Obviously she would not have a sentry outside the office, considering the things that we had been doing and talking about. She was ready to really begin on me. As she reached for her handy riding whip, I simply hauled back my right foot and planted it in the pit of her belly.
As she wheezed and began to double up I brought one from the hip right into her jaw. She shot off the cot and landed on the floor. I sprang after her, landing on her midsection with my knees. That took the wind out of her some more. I brought my fist all the way back for the finisher. But she had more left than I thought and she lashed out first, hitting me square in the tit. As I grasped my hurt boob, she rolled me off and began to stagger up. I slammed into her with my shoulder, knocking her over her desk. I went flying into the wall, off balance.
We were both cleaned out, and neither of us was in shape for a fight. I was still pretty rocky from all of the shit that had been done to me. Yet, I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. I had started something that would get my ass in a sling, and there was nothing left to do but to follow through with it to the end.
I came charging at her again. As I came in low to shoulder ram her, she caught my head under her arm and began to slam my face with her free fist.
"You fucking scum, I'll kill you for that," I screamed at her.
As her fist smashed into my face making the hot claret flow out of my nose, I managed to catch hold of the corner of her desk with one hand and do a half pivot, slamming her tail into the desk. Then I twisted and threw myself across it, breaking her hold as we tumbled on top of it and then rolled off.
She wound up on top of me as I lay stunned for a moment. I realized that my strength was going fast. She sat on top of me and pounded her fists into my face and tits. I felt her heavy hands smashing into my boobs, digging deep into the big mounds, making them shake and bounce as horrible crushing pain shot through them. I jackknifed my legs and then brought my feet up along her back and locked them around her neck. Luckily I was pretty flexible.
I gave a snap and a twist and she was off of me, flat on her back, my feet half strangling her. I clutched at my injured tits, rubbing at the hurt that smashed them. She brought her fist up and rammed it right into my crotch. I whipped away from her, hurt and yelling. I caught hold of the desk and pulled myself up, cunt and tits throbbing with pain, my head feeling as if a truck had gone over it, every muscle and joint aching.
She was in little better shape, but as she came up I saw murder in her eyes. I held myself up and as she came in, I lashed out with my foot right into her pussy patch. I could feel the moist hair nest on the sole of my foot as I crunched my footsie into her cunt. As she buckled I gave her one in the mouth. She retaliated with a short hook to my belly and a hard left to my nose. I was bleeding from the nose profusely now, and also from the mouth. I went reeling across the room. She smashed down my guard and seizing me, slammed me into the wall, nearly putting me out.
"I've got you now," she gloated as she brought her knee up into my cunt. I saw blackness, flashing lights, and felt pain coming from a million miles away.
"More, you treacherous bitch." She pounded my belly to mush. Her fists dug so deep into my battered tummy that her fists vanished. She held me up with one hand as she smashed my face, left and right, open hand and closed fist. Threads of blood ran down my tits, down my belly. Blood ran all the way, winding down my curves to my pussy pelt. She battered at my tits which were marked with red, purple, and black, imprints left by her mauling fists.
I was barely conscious, and realized that she could kill me the way she was going. She took my head between her hands and banged it on the wall. I heard plaster crack as I passed out.
Once again I awoke on my back, being patched up. Both Casey and the doc were working on me. The old bastard was half crocked out of his fucking mind, drinking out of a bottle, never mind damn prohibition. Casey was exploring the inside of my cunt, as she was learning to love doing.
"Hey kid, I see you're with us once more."
I probed my tongue around in my mouth to make sure that all of my teeth were still in place. Except for a few chips and cracks they were all right. My lips were puffed up to double size and my face was so swollen that I could see out of slits, My belly and tits ached and ached from pain. Every breath sent new spurts of the hurt through my guts. I was really banged up once again, and I cursed my stupidity. I was really in for a bad time.
"You must be a real nut, going after that bad ass warden. She's gonna have your skin in small pieces, sugar."
She plastered grease and salve on my wounds. The old lecher stood there with a hardon bulging at the front of his pants. He reached over and ran his hand up into my bush hole.
"The old boy is getting his first erection of the month," Casey sneered. "The dead are coming back to life."
He hit her hard across the face. He was in a real lather, and his thing wilted fast as he wheezed and cursed.
"Watch your mouth, nigger. You forget that you're just a con while I'm staff. You're getting too uppity lately. I think I'll just teach your black ass not to let your mouth get your asshole in trouble. Strip off and get your ass over the table."
She leaned over a table with her ass jutting up and ready for punishment. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see it, but the old bastard dug his sharp boney claws into my snatch and pinched up a hunk of pussy lip.
"Watch this, gal. I want you to see what happens to your friend here."
He took off his strap and set to work. He lashed the leather across both cheeks of her big and well-padded bottom. The globes jumped and twitched. He hauled back and let fly one with full force. Her ass jerked and the sound of leather on flesh filled the air. The strap left a clear, wide weal on the soft cheeks. He lashed out again, crossing the tracks of the first two lash marks. A trickle of blood oozed from the intersection of the welts. Another blow brought a heavier flow of the ruby red. She trembled and the sweat broke out on her forehead. An almost indiscernible cry of pain escaped from between her clenched, lips.
The doc was feeling his triumph now. He hauled back and let her have a rapid salvo of ass-breaking slams with the strap. He made the flesh dance and shake, and the blood was soon flowing down her thighs. She was crying openly now, and she made no attempt to hide it. I watched the old bastard begin to shoot off his hard-on in his pants as he whipped away at her ass.
"I guess that showed her who bosses things around here."
CHAPTER SIX
I had little time to feel sorry for her. My own ordeal was just beginning. The warden had arranged a little surprise to show her appreciation of the facial I had given her. She wasn't interested in tit for tat, she wanted ten for one and her pound of flesh thrown in as well.
A half dozen of the male screws came trooping in, their cocks all hard and hot in their pants, their eyes doing numbers up and down my beautiful, naked body. They touched me, all of them, up the cunt, up the ass, hands wandering all over my ass. "She sure is a hot one."
"A real piece of first rate goods."
"Let's fuck the living shit out of her."
"I'm gonna split this little blonde bitch in two."
"After me."
A few of them were actually drooling on my meats. First they had to torture me, of course. Their straps flashed through the air, tearing into my flesh, sinking into my bruised tits, dancing on my belly. Weals were criss-crossed on my tits and midriff. I became sick when the straps hit me on the hairy crotch. These boys were playing for real. Blood ran from the tangle of weals and cuts on my hot knockers. One of the bastards yanked out a tuft of my pussy hairs for a souvenir. I was glad then for every bastard I had ever pumped lead into.
The first one mounted me. He mashed his weight down, two hundred and fifty pounds sinking on a battered white body. I screamed as the welts burned under the pumping of his weight. He grasped my tits in his hands, kneading them up and stuffing all that he could grip into his palms.
He squeezed them until the blood leaked out of all the welts. He bit into my boobs, sucking blood out of a rip mark he tore into one of my nipples. He slammed his hot meat into my twat and pounded it hot and heavy, in and out, in and out.
"Fuck her in half."
"Screw the pussy off of her."
"Hump her tail off," encouraged one of the hacks as he stroked my hair with one hand, leering down on me with his horse's face, letting gin from the bottle he was drinking out of splash down on my bruised and cut face. I screamed and tried to knock myself out by pounding my head on the bench, but it was well padded and I couldn't get up any force.
He shoved his big thing in and out of me, grunting like a pig, his hot breath all over my face as he chewed on the bruised areas. I spit in his ugly mug, but the big bozo merely laughed and returned my spitball about ten times over.
At last he grunted out his oink noises as he fired his load into me. He dismounted, giving me a little tap on the flanks to show that he was satisfied. He was replaced by an even more revolting specimen, who pounded up and down, in and out, with even greater vigor. He had a face that nothing human could love; big jug ears, a fat mouth with a full set of buck teeth, pimples on his nose. A real syph face. "Give it to her, Stymie."
"Make the bitch quit screaming."
"Give her a slug of this." He pressed a bottle to my poor mouth and poured a long slug of cheap bootleg hootch down my throat. It burned, but the raw slop was some help in keeping my head together while these bastards fucked the ass off of me.
While this one pounded away, shoving his meat in and out of my hot and bothered quim, one of the other bastards thought it was a laugh riot to tickle my feet. When he got tired of hearing me holler at that, he began to twist my toes. I thought he was going to break one.
I tried to think of something else, all of the good fucking I had ever received, but it was no use. The second one finished. He wiped his thing on my face when he got his fat hairy body up off of me. I could barely tell when the second left off and the third began. He was a lighter bastard than the first two, but he made up for it in stench. This one had never bathed in his life. I nearly puked in his face. Fortunately for me, he was not much of a cocksman and he shot his pitiful little load off quickly and got his dirty body up off of me.
It went on and on. I was fucked by all of them, my gash soon flooded with their rotten polluted seed. After they had finished having their fun, the old bastard of a quack had his. He douched me out with water so hot it nearly boiled my cunt. I screamed loud enough to make the old shit happy.
"Sorry about the heat of the water, my dear, but better safe than sorry. Anyway, you're all cleaned out and ready for the next stage of your little punishment. I'm going to turn you over to the hacks now."
He gave me the smelling salt treatment and a dash of cold water in the face so that I would be nice and lively for the hacks. They had to have their fun with me.
Clea and Sally dragged me off. Their hands were all over my ass. As we walked along Sally took up a position behind me and whacked my ass with a cane. By the time we arrived at our destination my ass was covered with welts.
I had been brought down to a torture chamber. All over that dismal and bleak sub-dungeon, girls and women were being given the treatment.
"A real scary place, isn't it, Bonnie," Clea whispered to me as she tried to tie my nipples into knots.
It was a bad ass place all right. One girl hung from the ceiling by chains attached to her wrists and ankles. A guard had positioned herself between the girl's stretched legs. Her hands deftly defoliated the poor shrieking and gibbering kid, hair by hair. Drops of sweat fell like rain from her strained body. The bitch guard reached up with a set of tweezers and pinched the clit button. The cry of pain was pure animal sound, and it made the shivers run up and down my spine.
"Poor, poor suffering girl," Sally said with an evil chuckle.
Another girl, a tall and well-stacked black girl of about twenty-five or so was shackled to the wall. Her legs had been wedged into spiked boots, screwed so tight that blood leaked out of the toes of the boots.
The girl's pussy was encased in some kind of an iron cunt squeezing gizmo. Blood ran down her thighs from her crotch and her tits bore the black burn marks. I was in the rough section all right, a place far worse than in the punishment yard.
A white girl had been chained to a rounded rock slab on the floor, part of the original rocky foundation of the place. Shit and piss were plastered to the rock where it had leaked out of her body. Her wrists and ankles were bloody and scarred with the sores caused by the continuous irritation of her manacles.
Every hair had been shaven or plucked from the girl's body, even her eyebrows and eyelashes. Every inch of her contorted, begrimed skin was marked with cuts, bruises, and burns. Her tits had been whipped so often that one of her tits had begun to split from the accumulation of welts on one spot. The cunt had been riddled with spikes and needles, both inside and out.
Clea walked over to the girl, who was barely conscious, and moved one of the needles deeper into the lip of the girl. I screamed with horror as I realized that she had no teeth.
Clea realized what had shaken me. She flapped the lips of the poor young thing's mouth.
"Vixie did this to her. Vixie wanted the girl to eat the shit out of her ass. But this stubborn little fool sank her teeth into Vixie's butt instead and took a chunk right out of it. You can still see the scar on Vixie's ass where this bitch took out the piece."
This broke up the moronic Sally. The big cracker gave me a friendly slap on the back that sent me reeling.
"Anyway, Vixie chained her to this slab. Then she read up on dentistry, just enough to make a painful job of it. She pulled this broad's teeth out of her mouth, one by one, with pliers. First she broke the teeth to pieces. Sometimes it took her a few hours just to tear the broken pieces of a tooth out of the mouth of this poor, pathetic little bitch. She pulled them all out by the time she finished."
"She also shaved her. Every fucking hair. She put itching powder up her cunt-hole and asshole. She still has a rash up her two caves, front and back."
"That Vixie is a rough one all right," Sally said.
"Just make sure you never do or say anything to really rile her. Remember what happened to this one."
"Let's put this bitch in her place."
They removed that poor, half broken doll from her bondage and then I was chained down in her place. I could feel the cold stone grating into my back, the smear of the stinking mess of filth between my legs. My thighs were spread wide. Clea rammed her whole hand up into me, inch by inch. I screamed my fucking heart out as she shoved her filthy paw up into me. Sally gave me a flurry of lashes on my tits. Blood spurted from the tears in my boobs.
"Now we teach you not to beat on the warden, you scummy whore."
Clea twisted her hand around inside my distended pussy hole, a full half rotation. Sally slapped my face, front hand and back hand, again and again.
Clea lit a cigarette. She took a long drag on it, holding it in, and then blew it into my face.
"You go for cigars, don't you Bonnie?" I knew what she was going to do with the cigarette. She slowly brought it close to my skin. I could feel the heat almost blistering me. I was coated in a muck of sweat, all tensed up and waiting for it. Then the flash of fire pain, as she touched it to my skin. She jabbed it into a welt patch on my tit, rotated it and twisted it in. There was a sizzling sound as the ash burned and collapsed, and a red circular mark was left on the whiteness of my boob when she took the cigarette away. She puffed it hot again, and then gave me another faceful of smoke.
With a sudden sharp movement she planted it within an inch of my navel. She traced a short, broken line above my belly button. My skin crawled and twitched. I bit into my swollen lips until the blood came.
"This doesn't leave much of a burn. Get the red-hot iron, Sally."
"No, no, not that." I heard an hysterical voice screaming in panic and fear, then realized that it was my own. The vicious Sally went over to a brazier filled with various irons, pins, and other implements, and came back with a small iron with a white hot arrow-shaped point.
"With this instrument, I can burn very small holes. Sometimes I like to burn a little well deep into the skin. This thing sinks a good two or three inches into the flesh, burning a tiny black hole into the meat. How the smoke comes boiling up out of that hole. It's good for piercing the nipples and earlobes, or drilling holes in the arms and for leaving exquisite burn marks in the skin, narrow little burn marks, an eighth of an inch wide. It's good for writing things. Here, I'll show you."
They took the girl they had just released from the slab I was now fastened to and chained her to the wall. They threw a few buckets of water over her face to bring her around. Sally balled up hunks of her ass in her hands, playing with the white meat.
"Vixie asked me to give this bitch a little tattoo. Watch this."
The white hot needle-like iron was touched to her skin. There was a flare of flame, a puff of smoke, and the horrible writhing and twitching of the tortured body. Clea wrote a large, flaring V into the girl's buttocks. After she had finished, she slapped her hand upon the burn mark as hard as she could. The tortured girl immediately passed out into a coma from shock.
"A very rough treatment, but Vixie never was a gentle one. This little slut will now bear her mark for life. V for Vixie."
I must have fainted, because the next thing I knew a flood of ice cold water was being flung in my face.
"Now that you've seen the merits of this little dandy piece of iron, we'll see how you react to a personal application of it."
I tried to grit myself to fight the flood of pain. It was no use. She touched the iron to my tit, along the inner curve. She ran the burn mark, touching very lightly, down the valley between my tits to my belly button. I exploded with anguish and a flood shit and piss shot out of my bowels.
They used some water to wash me down.
The pain burned on and on, without diminishing. It was the worst torture I had yet suffered.
"That won't leave much of a scar on you, beauty. Just a white line down the middle of your body."
They set to work with the whip. It cut into my tit, parting the flesh with a ripping sound, tearing under the broken skin as it slashed. Blood spurted from the cuts in several places, running between my boobs.
The next one hit me on the nipple tearing off a piece. More blood gushed from my breasts.
I ground my back into the rough cold slab of rock. I took blows on my belly, and legs. My thighs were soon covered with a film of blood.
"I bet you want your goddamn machine gun now."
"I used a BAR, not a sub-machine gun."
It was a mistake to answer back, but I did. For that impudence they gave me another dose of the hot iron. Clea pinched up one of my boobs, wrinkling up the nipple skin. Then when she had a thin and stretched out flap of tit skin to work with, she ran the hot iron through it.
"Eiieeeeee."
The iron pierced my flesh, ran all the way right through it. I passed out. They brought me around with a horrible pain right in my pussy.
I awoke to find that damn awful bitch Clea using something fresh on me. She had strapped on a big, black rubber dildo with spikes on the head, and she was fucking me with it. As the spikes brushed and mauled the inside of my cunt, I exploded with such violent screams that saliva dribbled from my babbling mouth. My eyeballs rolled in the sockets. In and out, up and down. She took a long, fucking, bloody ride in and out of my hot and ravaged cunt, inflicting pain impossible to describe. I felt myself falling into darkness once again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The warden was with me when I came to. We were alone except for the half broken women who were also undergoing treatment in the dungeon.
"See what I meant about bad treatment. You should have been a good girl and told me what I wanted to know."
The evil scum pinched the hole bored through my tit tip. She licked her lips with satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with sheer, wanton blood lust. I had to show the shithead that my spirit was unbroken. I looked into her bruised face which showed the marks of our little fracas and I spit right on her ruby-red lips.
"Fucking little evil murdering degenerate pig," she said as she slammed me in the belly so hard that she almost broke my back.
"I-iff you w-want me to d-do wh-what you want, you know what you have to do." I managed to blurt the words out through pain wracked lips in between spasms of shooting, stabbing belly ache.
"We'll see about that." She walked over to the bald headed girl who had been bound to the wall after being take from the slab. Juliet picked up a bucket and held it under the girl's ass.
"Take a shit, Joyce, you dirty suckoff pig."
The kid struggled and strained. Juliet twisted her ear to lend her a little bit of encouragement. The girl finally managed to drop some crap into the bucket.
Forster came over to me with the slop bucket. She held it up under my nose. She smiled at me with a vampire's smile, her teeth gleaming.
"If you don't tell me what I want to know, I'm going to force every speck of this hot shit down your throat. You better believe it."
"This sort of thing will get you nowhere. If you continue torturing me, I'll never tell you what you want, even if you kill me." She grabbed my tit and crushed it until it. The nipple almost came off in her hand. She ripped up a hunk of my black and blue belly, her nails clawing apart a welt torn by the whip, and she tore and mauled my flesh, the tendrils of blood seeping down into my beaver patch as I screamed and cursed.
She gripped me by the chin, holding my jaw firm in her hand as I tossed my head from side to side.
With the other hand, she stuck her fingers into me, stretching apart the lips of my cunt, gripping the lips with her fingernails.
"Open your mouth, poontang, and take in the shit that mama wants to feed you." I was ready to bite through my tongue. I refused to open up, until she gripped the membrane of my outer cunt lip and began to tug at it with all of her might as though trying to pull it loose.
She dipped her fingers into the shit, rubbing them into the hideous, reeking human dung. Then she pressed them into my mouth and rubbed them around inside, along my gums, my tongue, on my teeth, all along the inside of my mouth as I choked and gagged and dribbled saliva and my stomach turned over. The taste was indescribable, and I came close to breaking down.
"Had enough?"
I managed to spit and feebly shook my head. I could feel torrents of sweat running down my body. Funny the way a body will sweat and sweat under the stress of pain.
She scooped a handful of shit into her palm and just shoved it into my mouth.
"Don't spit it out, chew it and eat it."
I slowly chewed the horrible tasting mess and them I actually managed to swallow it down.
"You look ready to puke your guts out," she observed. "Are you ready to be cooperative with me, my dear? All of this can come to a speedy end."
I managed to wad up a bit of saliva and some shit that had not gone down, molding it with my tongue into a gob which I spat full into her face.
Her hand ripped into my crotch. The low foul blow made my body shake with anguish, pain making every muscle and nerve do its own independent death dance.
"You damn impudent bitch. I'll teach you who your master is."
She forced every bit of the shit into my mouth, shoved and crammed it in and made me eat it all down. I was green to the gills, and I heaved it all back up again. The mess coated my skin. Surrounded by stench, covered with filth, I would have welcomed death right then. But instead I received another beating from the witch. She made my flesh tremble under the force of the blows she laid on with a heavy strap. I could hear and feel the blood running down my flesh. I passed out and came to again off of the slab and chained to the wall with my arms and legs wide spread.
"You are a stubborn case, but I have all of the time I need. I don't have to rush things. Whether it takes a week, a month, or even a year, I have all of the time necessary to break you down. And have no illusions about holding out, it can't be done."
I believed her, but my only chance was to hold out long enough to force her into a deal.
"Now let's see what we can do to you for today."
My ordeal was far from over. She ran her hands all over the fresh scars, eager to do still more to me. She began with a pair of tweezers, slowly pinching up my skin and ripping off small bloody flakes of it. She worked along the chasms in my skin left by the whip, tearing away small broken cracks and pieces of skin, plucking at me again and again, pulling bloody bits off of my bloody skin.
I ranted and cursed and began to spit in her face again and again. She allowed me to spit my saliva on her features, snarling at me in demented fury, her hair falling across her eyes and the moisture as thick on her body as on my own as she tortured me and went mad with the joy of it. She was having orgasm after orgasm, and I spat upon her face again and again until it was rolling down her chin. Finally I realized that it was merely adding to her thrill. I was beaten and I knew it.
"You'll break sooner or later."
She gripped my nipple in a set of iron pincers. She twisted the instrument right, then left. She did a half turn with it and pulled, almost severing my tit. She played with the burn hole bored into my nipple. She shoved a thread through and worked it on the charred flesh.
"I was only toying with you before. I'll put you into the main cell block tomorrow, and see how you fare. And you'll continue to receive this individual care and treatment from me. Don't think that you're going to dictate terms to me, you slut."
I hoped that I could hold out. But in any case, I was going to get out of there or snuff myself. One or the other.
The next day came and after my treatment I was released to the cells. I had three days to lie on my back recuperating in my new cell. I had two cellmates, and they left me alone for the first three days while I mended together.
I was visited by Casey. At least I seemed to have one real friend in the joint. I vowed that, if possible, I would take her with me when I got out. Casey worked on me, her skilled hands massaging her special ointments into my flesh, helping to heal those awful hurts.
After the three days were up, I knew it was time to hit the shit again. I was sent off to the quarry, this time in a uniform of sorts. I had a pair of shorts and a halter. The shorts were a few sizes too small for me, and everyone waited with gloating anticipation for them to rip along the seam and expose my ass to the public view. Sure enough, this is what happened as I worked with a sledge hammer in the sun. Soon hands were busy shoving through the ripped fabric, spanking and pinching the sweat stained cheeks of my ripe and juicy behind. Guards slugged my ass with straps and clubs, commanding me to shake it, make the jelly flesh roll and shake. I was convinced that this was the idea of that bastard Forster, a little humiliation to break me down all the faster. So what, I wasn't going to tell her anything.
I suffered under the hot sun. As the lunch break came, I was ready to drop. I toyed with the idea of slamming one of the guards over the head with the hammer and ending the whole thing fast and easy. I would be shot down and that would be it, but at least I would take one of them with me.
I ate my beans, feeling the heat burned into my butt by the many hands that had stroked and prodded it. As I ate a leering, pigfat bull dyke redneck cracker came over to me. She evidently had the run of the place, maybe because she was like so many of the male guards.
"You look down, sugar."
She began to massage my tits, running the still pain-wracked tips through her great paws. One thing I knew, in the joint you had to assert yourself. If I allowed her to get away with this, every bull in the place would be on my back. Of course, I expected the guards to take her side, and I knew that I would be tortured again, but what the hell, I would be tortured anyway.
"How about eating my ass, sugar?"
Her voice was heavy with scorn, contempt. I looked around at the leering faces watching, several big, tough broads with younger, more vulnerable pieces of stuff going down on them, eating cunt and ass. Not me, I had killed men for less.
I smashed my plate of beans into her face. As she catapulted onto her back I scrambled erect and began to stomp and kick her guts. It felt great to be dishing it out again. I gave her a vicious kick square in the mouth, shattering her teeth. Pieces came flying out of her mouth as I kicked her again. Blood spurted from her nose as I broke it with a clean crunching kick. She lashed out with a mammoth, sweeping arm and knocked the pins out from under me.
I came up fast as she lumbered erect. The inmates and guards were screaming for blood, nobody was interfering. They wanted to see the spectacle. They wanted to see a corpse. I found out later that inmates had been allowed to fight to the death with the guards just standing around and watching, enjoying the whole show.
She was a bull, big and bellowing. She came at me with her smashed-in face and I knew what she would do if she could get her hands on me. But I was full of energy at that moment, and more than eager for some blood myself. I kicked her in the belly, kicked her again in the knee as she staggered, sidestepped her lumbering charge and kicked her once again, right in the crotch. I rushed in and smashed my fists into her face, left and right, six solid smashes in the broken mug that sent her toppling. After she was down I kicked her a few times in the head for insurance.
Vixie came up behind me and tore my shorts wide open, spilling out both cheeks. She slapped them both as congratulations on my victory, and then decked me with a sneak left for fighting. But at least I had won.
When the workday ended, I went back to the prison with the rest of the fish. The guards had us covered every step of the way. As we walked, we were the targets of the foul mouths and eyes of some of the local hardons watching us troop back to the pen. These were some of the shits that would get our tails in a few weeks when it was time for the cotton picking. They were going wild over the sight of my ass hanging out. Vixie gave it a few shakes with her hands to help them get their erections.
"A criminal bitch like you is good for only one thing," she taunted me. "We should sentence all of you scum to spend your time on your backs. It would be to your liking anyway."
Back at the pen I was strapped to a post and stripped naked. The cat-o'-nine-tails was laid to my back and ass by big Clea. She laid it on, ripping my skin open, laying the welts deep into my ass. I could see that bitch, Juliet Forster watching, still eager to make me talk. Well, I was having none of it.
I was then taken to my cell, beaten and bloody. My legs dragged on the cold concrete as I was pulled along. I was surprised that I was not leaving a trail of blood behind me. As I passed the warden she gave me a look, tapping her hand upon her tits which were exposed though her blouse.
My cellmates were two white chicks, young but not too tender. One was a tall brunette who had hacked her husband up in little pieces when she caught him with the boy next door. Unfortunately the boy next door had an important father, so the dumb ass was in for the duration. Her name was Lucille.
The other one was a real stupid asshole named Wendy who had tried to emulate my feats of bank banditry. She had only succeeded in getting caught, and she would be on the inside for a long time, due to her own colossal stupidity. It was hard to feel sorry for such an idiot. The others gave her a rough time of it because she had a real tender and juicy ass, mouth watering good.
I flaked out on my bunk, trying to get some rest. Casey came by to give me a bit of treatment.
"Seems like I spend half of my time lately patching you up."
She gave me a loving finger jab up the asshole. I motioned to her, getting her ear close to my mouth and whispered, "Is there any way to get out of here? If we could make it out of this hole, I have enough loot to set us up for life."
She looked scared just listening to me talk about escape.
"Forget it sugar, there's no way out of here. If there was I would have been long gone. The best thing is to take it a day at a time and learn to accept things. Otherwise, you'll drive yourself crazy."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lying on my belly with my back throbbing under the coating of ointment, the bugs crawling all over me while I tried to fight them off, I thought back on my criminal career. There was nothing that I regretted except getting caught.
I had been a stripper in a small carnival. I peeled down to my skin, shaking all of the hairy bush at the small town rubes on the Southern hick circuit, coming as I shook it and making them go hard and hot in their pants. Sometimes I let one of them eat me in front of the others. A real big thrill.
I peddled it on the side, gritting my teeth and closing my eyes as I took it in pussy, ass, and mouth. It was real shit. And so I turned to robbing banks. It paid a lot better and it was less wear and tear on the ass.
But now I was inside and I had to get the hell out of there, I fell into a troubled sleep.
The next morning after the lousy slop they served for breakfast, I was dragged off to the side by two of the hacks and forced to go down on them. I ate their pussies clean out, bit by bit. As a reward for this they took me out to the punishment yard. I was to get off the quarry for the day, but it was no gain. The warden was there waiting for me. She tapped her riding crop on her hip, eager to Use it on me.
"Have you decided to be cooperative?"
"You're wasting your time. You know what my terms are. Until they're met, no go."
She had me strung up by my wrists. Burning pain seared into them as the loops of rope sank deep into the skin. Thin trickles of blood began to flow. She reared back with the long horsewhip and slammed it into my back. A fire line of pain shot through my body as the whip cut a great gash from hipline to shoulder blade. She crossed another welt over this one, from opposite shoulder to opposite hip. A bleeding X slashed into my back, torrents of blood oozing from my wounds.
"I think you'll tell me what I want to know sooner or later."
I hung there in the sun, hour after hour, the flies feasting on me, the blood congealed on my back, the wounds on fire.
I listened to the shrieks of the condemned, and watched their sufferings. I watched the flogging of a short blonde, who was tied to a spit and turned over and over while short, many thonged whips tore her flesh apart. Blood dripped from her flesh to form in pools under her. The whipping was continued until she passed out, and she was revived with the old expedient of salt rubbed into lacerations.
They let her down. She was made to put her mouth to the snatch of the guard who had rubbed the white crystals into her bloodied cuts. Two of the male hacks up on the wall were leaning over, getting their stones hot watching the fun.
The prisoner bobbed her head into the snatch, her long pink tongue slushing in and out, reaching deep into the hot and moist cave to lap up the flowing pussy juice that ran out of the kettle.
The other guard came up behind the poor kid and gave her a terrific slash across the butt when she was least expecting it. Another gush of blood ran out of her wounded tail.
They were going to rope the tits of another poor girl. I watched them loop the nooses over her knockers, cinching them up tight. Then at a signal two of the bitches pulled the ropes in opposite directions, ripping at her knockers and stretching them out to the point almost of no return. A third guard stepped up behind the girl and stabbed her in her jutting ass-cheeks with a set of corn holders. The sharp implements sank all of the way into the soft flesh and the pathetic girl sent up a series of screams that sounded through the yard.
My attention on these sufferers, I failed to notice the evil slut, Vixie come up behind me. I felt her presence in a new onslaught of pain as she poked the tip of her stick into the whip wound on my back and drew it along the full length of the cut. I thought that my back was tearing in two.
"Surprise, surprise. You handled yourself pretty good yesterday, I thought that maybe you would care to have another match."
I was taken down, my arms almost useless from the hours of hanging in that bondage. I rubbed and massaged my wrists, banging my forearms on my flanks trying to get some life into them.
"Looks as if you're not in first rate shape for this little match. Sorry about that, but no postponement."
She shoved me along, goosing my ass, running her rotten hands all over my snatch. She drove me over to a setup I had not seen before, a makeshift ring. My opponent was already waiting for me, a looming colossus of a black girl, her body streaked with the cuts of a whip. She had on a pair of gloves--and something else as well to add a little spice to the bout--a special belt strapped around her waist where two oversized hole-extending dingos were attached, one rammed up her cunt and the other, up her ass.
"You're going to enjoy this little bout," sneered Vixie. "Some of the bitches who fight these little wars have a dozen orgasms before they're finished. You should be good for about twenty with that box of yours."
Water was thrown over me, and my arms were slowly coming back to life. Then the belt was slipped over my waist. I was bent over and the dingos were shoved all of the way into me without grease or oil or anything to cut down on the grating friction.
"Okay, let's see some fighting."
I staggered forward, the dingos grinding in my cunt and ass as I took my first step, sending shocks of sex anguish through my body. My arms were still on fire, aching and heavy. I feinted with a very slow and clumsy left as my opponent came on, suffering as I was, but obviously more used to this. I had one advantage, she had already fought a bout, and her legs had turned to water from all of the times she had orgasmed. Her bloody and beaten opponent was lying crumpled in a heap with her legs gaping wide exposing the two long dongs shoved up her cunt and ass. There was blood pouring from her nose and mouth, and I did not intend to wind up in that condition.
I staggered away from her, the shocks blasting my body, my cunt beginning to spark and shoot off its fire. I was beginning to go wet inside as the friction tore at my filled-up cavities. It was damn awful, but there was nothing to do except bear it.
I took a heavy slash on the butt with a whip for not showing enough aggressiveness. I walked in on my foe and took a heavy right hand in the center of the left boob. The unexpected blow made me loosen my guard and she shot in a left hook that dropped me to my knees. She stepped back, allowing me to get to my feet. There was no count, and no referee. There were no rounds--we would fight until one of us was unable to continue. I looked up at my opponent and it was like looking up at a mountain ready to fall down on me.
The whooping, cursing, profane guards were cheering us on to mutual destruction. They had a few fish on their knees licking cunt and kissing ass.
"Kill that pale fish bitch, Taffy," yelled the fat pig, Sally.
"Beat her fucking head off, Bonnie," yelled another one, "I saw you take big Norma, and I've got ten bucks which says you can take Black Ass Taffy."
The scum were betting money on my hide. Most of the loot was bet on my opponent. If I had been placing money on that massacre, I would have bet on her as well. It was difficult to stand up with those things wedged up my holes. I pulled myself up with the aid of the ropes.
As I got to my feet, Taffy came charging in to take my head off and end it. But she was having another orgasm, her belly heaving and rolling, the foam flecking her lips, her legs buckling and weaving. Strong wheezing, pleasure-pain noises came from her mouth as she came staggering in, ending her charge almost in a collapse. Now I understood the fiendish ingenuity, the diabolical cruelty, behind this match. Girls coming and pussy creaming, as they fought, their battle ferocity shattered by the obstruction up their hole and the coming it generated.
I used the ropes, catapulting a half step with the aid of my left arm anchored over the ropes, uppercutting with my right as I did a half pivot, slamming it into her belly. She was off balance, and even though the punch had little real power, it staggered her.
Letting go of the ropes, I threw caution to the fucking wind and slammed in, ripping a right cross to her jaw. She went down, but I also went down as the thing up my cunt sent a shock through me, and the prick up my ass was jerked along the asshole by the abruptness of my movement. "Shiii iiitttt."
My outburst brought loud and raucous laughter from that crowd of sadists. They were obviously delighted by my predicament. I was in bad trouble. I staggered to my feet as she came up, the look of helplessness gone from her face and replaced with an expression of blind rage. She didn't cotton to being dumped, and she came at me with both hands going. I was shit scared, but also mad, and beginning to tingle all along my cunt hole. That kind of multiple orgasm that I was building to had a way of giving me strength, and I waded in on her.
She had the advantage of size. We traded blows, but she sent me staggering with a right. I came slamming back with a few good hooks to her belly, but she caught me flush on the jaw and laid me out. I went down hard.
I came up with the hot cream spurting in my quim and all of the sex nerves in my pussy exploding with violent climax. As I staggered toward her, moaning and sweating, my nipples erect and hard as stones, the laughter and the jeering flooding over me, she caught me with a flurry of lefts and rights to the belly, doubling me up. She straightened me with an uppercut that made my teeth rattle and the blood jet out of my mouth.
I smashed a hook into her bellybutton, and then I gave her a combination right in her big, slightly sagging, balloon tits. They creased and pillowed around my gloves. She turned sick and let out a ghastly scream. I shot a right cross into her mouth, chipping a few teeth. I drove her back, with rights and lefts to the head, my tits on fire with violent orgasm. She rolled and blocked, trying to regain her balance. I saw a long driplet of pussy juice running through the sweat, down her left thigh to the knee out of the somewhat loose left corner of her belt and plug outfit.
"Rip her head off, Taffy."
She came back hard. We traded blows, very rocky on our feet, very wary. We were bleeding from head cuts, from our mouths, and from our noses. I began to bob my head and shoot my arm up to block her shots, at the same time using my superior hand speed to shoot in lefts and rights to her head, making the skin swell around her eyes. She hit me with a hard right, knocking me on my ass again.
I spat out a mouthful of blood, along with two back teeth. The girl was grinning through blackened eyes and blood-stained teeth. My wrists ached where sweat had entered the wounds on the wrists from the ropes.
She banged her gloves together as I staggered to my feet. As she came wallowing in, I ducked down low and hooked a shot right below her belly button on the meeting curve of pelvis and torso. She staggered from that one, and I butted her chin with my head as I hooked another shot into her belly. I then grabbed her around the neck with one arm, and shot a hook right into her mouth. I gave her two more, when suddenly she snapped both of her arms up with all of her weight behind it, and knocked me on my ass.
She spit out pieces of six or seven teeth from the shots I had given her. Then she tried to kick me, but I rolled. Vixie lashed out with her whip, tangling it around the black girl's arm and dragging her across the ring. She seized the girl by the nipples and twisted them cruelly.
"Fight fair, you slut. You don't kick when she's down."
"She butted me and low punched me," Taffy complained.
"I know she did, but if you're too dumb to retaliate in kind, you deserve it. And you failed to call me by my title," said Vixie.
She spun the girl around and seized a cigar from one of the male hacks who was watching the fun. She jabbed the glowing end of the hot cigar five times into the soft seat of the girl, searing her ass.
"If you win, Bonnie, you get the stub of this cigar for a treat. If you lose, I'm going to give you twenty burns on your tits and ass."
Taffy looked at me with blazing eyes. She rubbed her gloves over the sear marks on her tail.
"I'm going to cut you to pieces for this. I'm gonna break your nose, cauliflower your ears, bust your tits, and knock out your teeth."
She meant it. I had to win or get messed around but good.
I lunged in on the crest of an orgasm, using the shooting for power and energy, riding with it. A Herculean right thundered past my ear, but I dodged under it and exploded a series of lefts and rights into her guts. As her guard dropped, I shot a pair of crosses to her jaw. She retaliated with a few belly busters, but I switched my attack and landed half a dozen lefts and rights to her tits. Her knockers bounced and deflated under my assault.
I snapped my arms around her neck and tucked her head under my arm. I could feel all of the sweat on my arm mixing with the sweat on her skull. I could smell her sweat and sex as well as my own. It was a stimulating tonic, with all of the coming that my pussy had done. I began to smash my fist into her face, wanting to pulverize it.
I rammed the shots home, hungry for blood now, hot and eager and coming again and again and again, spreading my legs wide and doing a hip rolling, pelvis heaving bump and grind, screaming and whooping and cursing at the top of my voice, excited beyond control and going all of the way with it.
Blood splashed from her nose and mouth all over my tits and throat and face. Our blood mixed together and poured down our bodies. I spat blood out of my mouth into her hair.
I snapped her head loose and as her body shook and spasmed, and as she stared unseeing through her pulpy mask of a face I ducked low and then smashed a roundhouse into her stomach right up to my elbow. Vomit and blood spewed out of her mouth all over me. I smashed one last crunching punch to her tits as she went down in a collapsed, broken heap. Her entire face was a mess of blood, with cuts everywhere.
I hurt all over myself and I was a mess. I pulled off the gloves and staggered over to a corner. Hands caressed and cuddled me, mouths closed over my nipples and sucked them in, teeth sharp and tongues sloshing all over the tips.
My opponent was kicked in the ass. Blood ran out of her slack mouth into an ever growing pool. She was out, but they did not leave off until they had extinguished cigarettes on her nipples and bellybutton without bringing her around.
Vixie came over to me. She threw her arms around me and romped my ass globes, her hands heaving and mashing them. She kissed me full on the bleeding mouth, and then offered me the cigar after she put it out by running it along my thigh.
I winced and massaged the burn with my hands. She offered me the cigar all right, to chew, on my knees, with the whole crowd pawing me.
"Poor Bonnie must be thirsty after all of that fighting. Give her something to drink, Fallon."
The things were still inside me. How they rubbed me raw. Fallon was one of the male bastards, and he opened up his pants and put his cock into my mouth. Then he very slowly and calmly took a long piss down my throat.
CHAPTER NINE
I gagged and choked on the piss pouring down my throat. Hands kneaded my ass and slapped my back, they clustered around me waiting their turn at my juicy flesh. Vixie sat on the head of the defeated black girl, wallowing her tail all over the girl's bloody skull. She was doing a number on her own cunt with her club, in and out, in and out.
"Let's really get Bonnie's mouth to work," Vixie suggested.
My mouth was throbbing, with two teeth battered loose, cuts along the inside, and my lips swollen to the size of bananas and all slashed up. But my discomfort merely added to their fun. They all took their turns shoving their cocks and cunts up to my mouth. I sucked them until they erupted and then I drank all of the hot, salty bitter come down. I lashed my tongue in and out of the hot boxes, drinking down all of the juice that I managed to excite out of them. I gave them a good eating job all right. I was becoming a real expert in that place.
After all of this shit was finished, I thought that I would maybe get a bit of a rest. No such luck. I was helped to my feet, the thing inside me making my guts heave and quake, jellying my legs, and shooting another unbearable wave of orgasms through me. They took off my belt and the two plugs came out of me with a plosh sound, the back one all brown stained and stinking, the front cock heavy with the juice stains and the smell from my raped gash.
To top off the whole stinking ordeal I had to clean off those dongs with my tongue. I sloshed my pink and pretty over the dingus that had been up my pussy, lapping up the thickly cemented dried pussy juice. After that I had to clean off the thing that had been up my ass. That was even worse, but I was becoming used to the taste of shit.
Vixie led me off, her hands beating a tattoo on my ass. She shoved me along, with a few others following. One of them gave me a rag to dab at my bleeding wounds, a very small kindness but unusual in that hellhole. I found out later, however, that she wanted a bloody, messy rag to stuff as a gag into the mouth of another prisoner.
"Well, time to get you some chow."
I was shoved into a lineup with some other cons including some from the punishment yard. The girl in front of me had her ass whipped to bloody fragments, and she dripped blood leaving a trail behind her as she went down the line to get her beans, bread, and coffee.
After that lousy meal I was in for some more torture. This time I was part of a group being subjected to mass humiliation. We were all forced to lie down on the ground, a dozen of us covered with an assortment of welts, wounds, and bruises, grabbing each other by the ass, shoving in and out with our fingers, putting on a good show for the amusement of the fucking guards. The girl in front of me had an ass that was cut up by dozens of lashes from the bullwhip.
We were commanded to roll over on our bellies, a great chain of ass-licking bitches. Vixie pressed her heel to the nape of my neck, grinding her foot down into my flesh, inflicting a bolt of sharp pain on me.
"Lick those wounds slut, lick them clean out," she ordered.
I pressed the tip of my tongue into the end of one of the cuts, tasting the salty flavor of fresh blood, strong and nauseating. The girl's bottom trembled and heaved, whimpers coming from her as she wept bitterly while sticking her tongue into the dirty, shit-encrusted asshole of the girl in front of her.
I ate that ass, licked those frigging wounds, lapped my tongue in and out of the asshole which was raw and bloodily ragged from something that had been shoved up into it.
"Come on you cunts," shouted Clea who had come to enjoy the mass sport," I want to see those tongues go to work." Her whip sailed through the air and landed on a chunky bottom, ripping a bleeding welt into it.
Her whip leaped back beyond her shoulder and smote out again. This time my rump was the target. I screamed in horrible anguish as she cut into my tail, the whip parting a long, wide gash into my heaving bottom. The mouth of my ass-licker fell on the cut, her teeth fanging into it as she bit her way along as if cleaning the kernels off of a corn cob. Back and forth she chewed, while in my anguish I bore down with my own fangs into the ass of the poor kid I was eating, biting deep into her rump until I drew blood and it pumped into my mouth.
Somebody got on top of my back and began to walk up and down my spinal column. A sharp heel sent shocks of electric pain ripping through me as her heels bore down into the cords of my spine.
She got off of me and began to do her walk along the circle of ass-eaten cons. I saw that it was Vixie, that rotten evil bitch. How I wanted to rip her, cut her down. But I was a miserable, broken slave.
The following days were a succession of nightmare horrors. When I was not working in the quarry, I was forced to undergo days of continuous torture. The torture I saw others receive were nerve shaking enough, but the things that I personally underwent were beyond any medieval maniacs imagination. I was even tortured and beaten on the days I went to the quarry, detouring to the torture chamber on my way back to my cell after a slavish day in the stone works.
There were refinements and variations without end. There was a sitdown in the electric chair, with the voltage not high enough to kill or cripple, but high enough to send shock waves exploding and burning every nerve in the body. The seat of the chair had been impregnated with long sharp pins, and as I was strapped down they penetrated deep into the tender flab of my bottom. To increase the anguish, the electricity was shot right through all of these needles.
I was whipped front and back, tit and ass. A guard would massage and lubricate my boobs, caressing creams and ointments into my soft skin to tenderize and prepare me. The creams would make my skin glow and fill my flesh with a sensation of well being and relief. This was all to increase the suffering. Feathers were used to tickle my boobs. This drove me wild with delight, my nipples erecting and hardening.
Then my torturer would take a position to the side and thwack a flexible, thin, cane into my tits. Each crunching blow would send a triple-sized dose of hurt through my body, leaving a prominent mark deep in the flesh and breaking the blood through the skin.
Sometimes the treatment was applied to my ass. As many as a dozen pairs of hands would rumple, raunch, and roll my butt. It was oiled, honeyed, massaged, and linamented. When every particle was alive with feeling, the horror would begin. A long strap, half an inch thick would crunch into my bottom, making the heaving of my tortured ass shake every inch of my carcass.
After that, as the blood trickled, the welts were massaged, kneaded, torn open. Salt and lemon juice and vinegar were worked into the open wounds, bit by bit. Then I was spanked hundreds of times until my bottom tissues rose up as if yeast had been injected under my skin and plowed into my tail. The pain built up and up as my whip wounds were spanked and flavored with salt and vinegar. It got worse and worse, every nerve connecting to my butt blazing with fire.
"She looks ready for the pronging treatment," I can remember Big Millie saying, the first time she used that treatment on me. It was one of the cruelest forms of discipline, and that tall bitch was an expert in using it.
She took a long, heavy fork and began to strike the prongs right into the encrusted wounds. Every sharp stab made me want to jump through my skin. When this treatment was dished out to me I lost control of myself and drooped a load of shit and piss into a bucket which had been placed under me to catch it. They sure knew what this torture did to your insides.
They used my shit and piss on another con, a black girl whose head had been shaved. Her bald dome was smeared with shit and some of it was jammed into her mouth and forced down her throat. After that the piss was poured over her, and yet a third girl had to lick her body clean of sweat and piss. A fourth girl, Lucille, one of my cellmates, was forced to eat away the shit coating her skull.
Sometimes I was hung head down over a bucket of shit, with the flies buzzing around it and clustering on my body which had been smeared in a few places. They seemed to have an infinite number of ways to torture their prey with shit.
Taking a shit was a torture and a study in degradation. I had to take my shit with one of those freaks watching, making funny remarks as she watched it come out.
There was no toilet paper so I had to clean my ass with my fingers and wash them afterwards. If Vixie or Clea or one of the other real hardcase bitches was handy, I would end up licking my own shit encrusted fingers clean.
Once one of the male guards came in on me while I was taking a leak. He walked over to me, opened the front of his fly, and shoved his piece of meat into my mouth. I sat there in a funk of depression eating his cock clean out, drinking down his sperm. Afterwards he took me across his lap and whipped my ass with his strap.
I spent a lot of time on my knees, servicing cunts, cocks, and asses. I was sometimes part of a long line of ladies on our knees doing the servicing. In every way they degraded us--a dozen kneeling girls with shit sloshing down our throats while they shot themselves off with their fingers, slow-shitting their loads into us.
Clea and Vixie were the two demons who took special delight in working me over good. They would string me up and start crunching the rubber hose into my middle and back. The hose would shoot into my body, sending numbing bursts of pain through me. They poured ice cold water over my skin to increase the sting. Then they both went to town on my ass, one on each slab, making the rump purple and swollen under the pounding of their implements.
I watched girls tied down to wooden bars, the guards sitting on their faces sticking red hot needles into their boobs. They pinched up a piece of flesh with a pair of pliers, twisting it in the grip. Then holding it firm they used a pair of tweezers to thrust a needle through the trapped piece of flesh. It was fast and efficient--a deft tug with the pliers and one poke with the tweezers. All of the unfortunates suffered pain beyond belief. They usually thrust two or three dozen needles into the tits, leaving them in afterwards to play around with them. They would then do something to the slit, sometimes ram a wooden bar in and out, or shove a lighted cigar into the passage and sear some of the vaginal wall.
"You can end this by talking to me, you know. All you have to do is come around."
I remembered the voice of the warden as my body was bent over a bar, my head touching the floor. I stared back between my legs at Clea, swinging a long wooden pole into my ass, into my blood leaking bottom again. I screamed and passed out. She filled a squeeze bottle with liniment and douched it right into my cunt. I came around in a screaming fit of agony.
She presented her ass to me and I ate it. I chewed and lapped every bit of it. She took me to the bathroom and had a long shit. Afterwards I cleaned her ass with my tongue, as she was feeling too tired to reach across for the toilet paper.
I nearly broke when they were giving me the lighted cigar treatment on the tits. Clea sank a lit cigar almost through my boob. She poked and jabbed, moving it lightly over the rest of my body, making momentary contact and then breaking it, to touch me somewhere else.
"Just talk you bitch," Forster growled at me. Her hands bunched up my boobs. She ground salt and pepper into my open wounds. She positioned my ass over a low fire and baked it. She prodded apart and broke the bubbling blisters on my rump as they formed, basting my browning skin with a long brush covered with oil. Sparks spiraled up to burn upon my tail and pussy. She took me down and applied more torture.
"Get me out of here if you want my money."
"Tell me where it is."
It came to me finally why she refused to even consider my proposal. She could have done it, but before she came around she would want all of my loot, every cent. I was still unwilling to settle for doing myself out of every cent I had robbed and killed for. Half I could part with, but not all of it. Not after what it had cost me.
She swung me on a pulley arrangement, my arms and legs tied behind my back into one package. She swung me back and forth by my tits, and as I swung she had two guards making passes at my swaying body with sharp knives. Slowly the cuts accumulated on my flesh, small nicks and gashes. As I swung, she sunk her fingers into my melons.
Finally they were gone and she was alone with me. She moved her cigarette tip in lazy circles around my belly button, searing the skin. "Sooner or later, sooner or later. I have all of the time I need."
I decided to make my own break. This place was tough but I was Machine-Gun Bonnie Palmer. I needed help though, and Casey would be it.
CHAPTER TEN
I was on my back with the old doc fucking away up my behind. His pitiful thing spurted a little stain up my butt and then it returned to its natural state of near invisible dormancy.
He took his shriveled little poker out of my bottom and then took a swig from his bottle. He offered it to me, a strange burst of generosity from the dirty old crock, and I took down a long, hot shot of it. Then he finished it off.
"Better get around to mending you, my dear. Let's turn you over" There I was, strapped on my belly, so that the still bleeding whip wounds planted on my butt for the millionth time could be patched up. He poked around for a while, half crocked, making me scream as he fumbled with iodine and alcohol.
"All right, you little shit.-If you're going to make that much of a fuss, I won't look after you. Casey can manage it."
He left--what I had been hoping for. The slimy old drunk never seemed to realize what a pitiful old incompetent he was. He actually thought that he was a doctor. Casey did the real mending.
She came in and clucked her tongue, shaking her head at the mess my butt was reduced to, a ruined, butchered piece of meat.
"Girl, you're gonna be one great big scar by this time next year. You should tell the bitch what she wants to know," Casey advised.
"How do you know about that?" I asked.
"I use my ears instead of my mouth."
"If I give her my dough, she has no use for me, and that's the end of it. I want out of here."
"I don't think you can buy your way out. None of these bitches willing to go along with that sort of a deal have the brains or the organizational know-how to help you."
"Then I'll break out."
"Cant be done, sugar."
She began to rub her greases into my ass. She gave me a few pokes of the stuff up the pussy and ass cave. It felt damn good.
"What about you?" I asked "You starting that dumb shit about us breaking out of here?"
"I've robbed twenty-seven banks, plus a few grain and supply stores. I've shot my way out of traps and road blocks, and busted my cousin out of jail. I know all there is to know about guns and shooting. I can figure a way to get out."
"Better alive then dead," Casey said. "Not in here. Wouldn't you take a chance if you thought there was a way out of here? It would be worth it, even if the odds were stacked."
I was beginning to get to her. She thought about it for a while. Whether we make it or not, that place was hell, and I was her only chance.
"Do you really want to spend the rest of your life in here. You'll grow old and feeble and die in here. There are a few old ones in here, and nobody bothers with them because they're so faded and old and dried out that they can't get any kick out of torturing them. You could wind up the - same way in a few more years. You age fast in here. Besides, with the treatment, the climate, and the food, not very many prisoners last long."
"If you can think of something foolproof... "
"I can come up with it. No shitting around."
"Well doll, that would be Jake with me."
She bent over and took my nipple into her mouth. She bit into it and made it bleed, then she sucked down a mouthful of blood.
"Drink some blood from my tit. This will sort of make us blood sisters. It will unite us" she said.
She gave me her tit and I took a swig of blood. It was pretty good. Then she finished patching me up and I trotted off.
Vixie intercepted me. She lashed me three times on the bare boobs. Blood leaked from the three almost parallel cuts she left on my flesh.
"Don't bother dressing. I want you out to that quarry stark-naked."
She drove me along, whipping my ass. What had been accomplished by Casey was soon undone. My ass bled once again. I could have loved to have picked up a rock and belted out her brains, but she would have whipped out her pistol and blasted me down. I had chains on my ankles, and this would have made me a dead duck for sure. But fortunately they were removed by the time I was ready for my break.
Half a dozen of the local yokels came out of a clump of trees and stood in the pathway waiting for us. They ate me alive with their eyes, and I moved my hands to cover my exposed bush.
A burly former with a straggling growth of whiskers and red moles on his chin spoke up, exposing a set of crooked, rotting teeth.
"She sure is everything you said she would be. She's well worth twenty bucks." I spun around. "What is this?"
She coiled the whip over my shoulder, ripping another cut into my rump.
"When addressing me use the proper respect and courtesy. In answer to your impertinent question, I've peddled your ass to these six gentlemen for a bit of the old heave-ho. Well boys, just take her."
They swarmed over me, and for a moment it was as if I had never left that damn carnival. They stretched me out and spread my limbs, hands groping for my tits and pussy. My welts stung from the acid of their dirty, grubby hands digging into me. Vixie stood by, hysterical with laughter.
"Don't wear her tail out. I have to get some work out of her in the quarry today."
"I'm gonna fuck her slot right off," bragged a fat young man with huge freckles.
"Give it to her, Jud."
They encouraged the bastard to be the first man into me. He positioned himself between my legs with the others holding me down, and gave me a fast bumping in and out grind. He was pretty lousy and he finished fast, but he talked big about it afterwards.
"She really is a killer."
The next one took me and then the next.
I had gone through it before and I just froze. I became a cold, dry statue. They slapped and pounded me in their rage, but I lay there, letting them do what they wanted and not giving them the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt me.
I thought of a guard at a bank who had put a bullet into the back of one of my men. He died with a strange, calm expression on his face, composing his death mask into serenity as he slipped away, not giving me the satisfaction of knowing how much he wanted to hold on to life. I reacted the same way, and closed into myself, slipping away. I did not notice when the last two mounted me--I was out of it.
I had escaped and Vixie had to bring me back by whipping me on the mound. I shrieked with pain when that lash landed on my pussy hairs.
"Get off your back, you slut," she screamed back at me.
"She sure wasn't worth the twenty," complained the mole-faced farmer.
"Next time get us one of those big-muscled, fighting black wenches. She'll give us a wild slippery ride that will be worth our money."
"Yeah, this one was a dry well."
They faded out of sight, and I was left to Vixie's rage. She whipped out her revolver and cocked it.
"Why don't you make a grab for this. Just go ahead," she dared me.
"That wouldn't do me any good. Those guards on the near tower would pick me off with their rifles from this close range even if you missed me, which I doubt."
"Then I'll drop you anyway. You maybe ruined my business, you bitch."
I poked at a slime of come running out of my raped hole and down my legs.
"I don't think you'll kill me. If you did, the warden would have your head, because she wants me alive."
Vixie's face twisted into a crooked, malevolent smile.
"I have a pretty good idea why she wants your ass bruised but intact. You're right, I can't kill you. But I can make you wish you were dead. Lets turn around. I'm taking you to the punishment yard."
I was taken back inside and marched into the torture yard. A girl was tied to an X shaped cross, sections of skin hanging from her tits and thighs where they had been partially flayed off and were now being peeled away with excruciating slowness, compounding the pain. As Sally peeled off the dangling pieces of skin, she rubbed salt into the flayed areas.
"I'm going to do that to you sooner or later," Vixie threatened, pointing to the tortured girl.
I looked at another girl buried up to her neck in the dirt. Her mouth had been caked with salt and some had been shoved in until she was forced to swallow it. Her mouth, throat, and tube burned with a constant, gnawing fire. Water was just inches out of reach of her parched tongue.
A third girl, a black one, had been strapped and shackled to a spiked wheel-barrow-type torture machine. As she was wheeled along by one guard, her body ripping and bleeding on the spikes, a second girl ripped her back to pieces with a small hoe.
"That's a very extreme punishment. We've had three girls in the last five years get--err--sick from it and pass on. Very unfortunate. The only reason I don't do it to you is that I don't think that you could handle it."
I was certain that she was right. And I wondered what was in store for me. I was soon to find out.
"After all of that grunting and groaning in your wallow with those boys, I think a little scrap would be the thing to get your system in order."
She took me through a gateway into the section with the makeshift arena. There were two girls there scrapping it out. Both were white, and blood ran in rivers from their shattered faces.
"Who are those two bitches?" asked Vixie.
"Tracy and Dora," said one of the male guards in a bored voice. He reached over and played with my nest of hair.
"How long have they been fighting?"
"The better part of an hour. They can't last much longer. They're dead on their feet."
To me they looked dead, period. The fight went on for several more minutes. Their backs were all chopped up from the lashings they were given to make them continue battering each other. At last, the shorter one closed with her opponent. Exhibiting a mouth with many teeth missing, she clamped her handicapped jaws into the tits of her opponent and bore down. She tore off a bloody chunk of flesh. This foul ended the slaughter, as her foe fell down clutching her boobs, blood spurting between her tits, and refused to come up again.
They whipped her ass, but that did no good. Sally spread the buttocks of the girl and poked her on her anus with a lighted cigar. She twitched and writhed and rolled over a few times but she stayed down. And so that ended it.
I was surprised to see Sally, and realized that the place was filling up with guards. All of those that could get away from their jobs were there to see me scrap again. They expected a good amount of blood. Sally had left the pathetic wreck that she was torturing to see me either once more victorious or laid low in the dust.
"Who does she fight?"
Vixie looked at me with a smug, satisfied expression on her face.
"She did so well the last time that I thought it would be a damn good idea to match her up with Angie."
"Not a bad idea."
There was a universal approval and a gleam of blood lust at this suggestion. I knew from the reactions that I was in for a serious time of it.
Angie was brought in. She was chained with a heavy iron ball dragging between her legs. She was a mass of whip and branding iron scars from head to toe. She was big and heavy and from a first glance it looked like her body was formed of slabs of stone and iron cemented together. Her face was an expressionless lump of dough with a flattened nose, and scar tissue around the eyes. The scars and the broken nose told me she could be hit, but the body suggested that hitting her would not be enough. Vixie walked into the center of the ring.
"This is to a knockout. If you win, Angie, we'll take that ball and chain off of you. The loser gets a hot tar enema."
The ball and chain was taken off of my foreboding opponent. She was eager to be rid of that ball of iron for good. I watched her closely. As the bell rang I came out fast and rushed in. I knew that she expected me to be cautious, and make a running, retreating, counterpunching job of it against her plodding, bull charges. I expected that she could keep that up longer than I could and eventually catch me with a few skull busters. But I came charging in on her the way Dempsey charged Willard, and as she came out of her corner I caught her with a series of rights and lefts to the jaw, smashing half a dozen in on her before she lashed straight out with both hands and sent me catapulting across the ring with a power and strength that scared the living shit out of me.
She was three times as strong as I was. But I had hurt her. She staggered as she plodded after me and I rushed in again. As I came in, she raised her gloves high to protect her face. I lowered my head on instinct and butted it into her cast-iron belly. I felt her guts crunch and shift, and pain flashed through my dome. But she staggered, panting and heaving, and I knew that I had hurt her again with my foul blow.
I was glad that nobody gave a shit about the rules or tried to stop fouls. I swung from the hip as I came up, an uppercutting roundhouse that crashed into her jaw and spilled her back into the ropes. I plowed in, sinking a hook into her belly that did little harm, and shooting two hooks into her mouth that broke a few front teeth. As her eyes filled with pain, they also filled with rage, and it was almost with panic that I shot three fast hooks to the point of her slablike jaw, knowing that pain was firing her up.
I avoided the ponderous right and left that she threw, but that moved me back out of range. She lashed out with a series of slow but effective jabs, moving me back again. I had to get in on her. I sidestepped and came in, hitting her two in the belly as I bobbed down. She wrapped a mammoth arm around me, ignoring the carnage I was trying to inflict. As I pounded to her belly she pulled me into a bearhug, almost crushing the life out of me. I pounded at her kidneys' realizing that this foul technique would also be allowed.
She bent down and then straightened, throwing me over one shoulder. She lifted up, and my head dangled down her back in the proximity of her ass. She slammed one massive hand into my butt, almost knocking one of my buttocks loose. She hit me again and again, as I screamed. She twirled around, half crushing my ribs with one hand, while she held me over her shoulder and whaled my ass. I knew that she intended to slowly torture me, perhaps spreading my legs and dislocating my cunt, perhaps pounding my ribs in one by one. My own futile and off balance poundings on her back were doing no good.
There was one course of action left open to me. Opening my mouth wide, I bit into her ass, catching as much meat as I could into my mouth. I bit savagely into her ass hard as I could, twisting my head from side to side and bearing down with all of my strength, tearing off a big hunk.
She screamed and hurled me away. She spun around screaming and yelling, a big piece of her ass bitten off.
"Foul," yelled one of those betting on her.
"Bullshit," answered another betting on me.
I came up and smashed into her wide open mug with a tremendous right hand. I followed up with an elbow right to the pit of her stomach, an elbow to the point of her jaw, and a butt right in the mouth. She went down, and I managed to catch her with another punch as she fell. Her hand gripped the piece of meat I had torn off. Blood was spurting from the wound in her rump, but she came up, a bull hippo eager to kill me. I met her as she was coming up with a roundhouse to the belly and two hooks to the eyes. I stepped in as she tried to grip me and poked both thumbs into her eyeballs, grinding in my thumbs and raking the gloves across her face. As she staggered and screamed, I bent low and gave her a few shots on her big cunt. Then I dug my teeth into her nipple and bit a hunk off of the big, saucer sized red nipple. As she clutched at her new wound I threw all caution to the wind, realizing that the only real foul was to kick, and to go after an opponent who was still down. I raised my knee and smashed it into her cunt. When she doubled up, I got her in the eyes with the thumbs again. I brought my right hand back, and taking careful aim, slammed her in the eye with all of my strength. She staggered back, her eye buried in a flow of blood from a bed cut, the flesh instantaneously beginning to ridge and close it off from sight.
I drove an elbow into her mouth, chipping loose a few teeth. I drove the other elbow in, knocking five teeth right out of her mouth, almost paralyzing my arm. As I gripped my throbbing elbow, she smashed a looping, blind blow straight out in front of her. I caught it on the tit and went sailing. I landed on my back and came up blazing mad.
I waded in throwing lefts and rights to her belly and jaw. I hit her three times in the damaged eye and once in the mouth.
But she was a monster. Her vision returning to one eye, she lashed out with all of her might, one terrific hook straight to the jaw. I started to move out of the way, but my leg slipped, and I probably would have failed anyway. She caught me flush and I went sailing into oblivion.
It took three of them to club and beat her off of me, as she tried to finish me off. They cracked her skull, putting her in the hospital. I had broken her nose, her teeth, her cheekbone, fractured her jaw, and torn chunks off her tit and ass. Nevertheless, I was the loser.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I awoke with a burning pain up the ass. I tried to move my legs, but my ass was blockaded up, stuffed full of something. In a minute I realized what it was. I had lost the fight so they had given me the hot tar enema.
I looked over to my left. I was lying in a bed, naked as usual, with my arms and legs bound. Warden Juliet was sitting in a chair, a rapt, ecstatic expression on her face. She was stark naked, and cream was flowing out of her pussy. A strange sound came from her body, and I realized that she had clicker balls up her pussy and was masturbating herself with them.
She shoved a stick up my ass and brought it out coated with tar. At the sight of that thick black substance coming out of my ass, she went off again into a sex trance, shaking and heaving.
"Damn you!" I screamed." If you keep this up I'll never tell you where my money is!"
Her eyes came back to reality, hard and cold. She rubbed my back, a smooth caressing touch.
"I could be nice to you or I could teach you what hell really is. The choice is yours. Maybe I could get you out of here, but I would want all of it, every cent."
"I don't trust you, you'd rub me out after you got your hands on the loot, to keep your slate clean."
"You're a suspicious one."
"Sorry, no deal."
"I won't accept that answer."
"Then go fingerfuck yourself quietly in a corner so I can get some rest. Or else get those silly balls out of your weewee and get yourself a good trained dog to service your box."
That tore it. She wasn't going to take those words from me. She sank her talons into the cheek of my ass and raked me bloody. She pounded on my back with her fists, almost shattering a vertebra.
"We'll see how the pins make you react!"
She shoved the first long pin into the cheek of my bottom. She spun it in her fingers; drilling it in; sinking it slowly and changing the direction of descent as she pushed it in. She wanted to make the pain last. As I heaved and screamed, filling the air with cries, pleas, and shrieks, she had her way. I was really in a bad way by the time she had sunk the first pin all of the way, and she slapped me on the ass, gloating at my misfortune.
"You'll spill your guts to me, before I finish with you!"
She shoved another pin into my ass. I throbbed and writhed, and jerked my muscles, pounding my ankles and wrists against their bonds. She shoved pin after pin into me, riddling my buttocks, filling them with ten, twenty, half a hundred pins taking her own damn time, making it last almost a full hour. Blood leaked out of the many punctures. She twanged the pins with her nails, increasing my suffering still more.
"You evil, degenerate bitch!"
"Look who's talking. A dirty, rotten little murderer. Don't tell me that I'm a killer and you're the victim. All you have to do is tell me about that money."
"Ohhhh-aarrrr. Go to hell."
My stubbornness infuriated her, but she dared not hurt me further at that time. Instead, she removed the pins from my butt and became kind and gentle with me, a new and clever ploy. Her tongue caressed my back, her hands mopped away the funky film of sweat.
"You don't want to go on fighting me all of the time, do you? We could be such good friends. You could have such a wonderful time if you cooperated."
I decided to play along with her. I allowed her to make my flesh perk and purr. She removed the pins from my ass globes, and rubbed lotions and ointments into the ass cheeks. She removed the tar from my bottom with a lot of enema and digging treatment.
"That black goop is hard to dig out."
"True, but I didn't do that to myself," I replied.
She scratched her fingernail in lazy circles around my nipple, exciting it. Her tongue came out to cool and invigorate it.
"I know you're thinking about escape," she informed me, smugly." Its a futile thought. There is absolutely no way out of here. There are never less than four guards at the quarry, and never less than a dozen escorting a group. Escape from inside the walls is a total impossibility. I advise you to bow to the inevitable now, and save yourself a lot of woe."
"We could work out a deal if you would allow me to hold on to something. I want out of here, but I don't want to be broke." She looked at me sternly. "You don't listen. If I did get you out of here--which just might be possible--I would want all of it. And I mean all of it! Every fucking cent, pussycat."
"That isn't fair."
"I never said that it was. But stolen money is found money. Easy come, easy go."
I wanted to get into her good graces. I was beginning to form the glimmer of an idea, and I wanted a little bit of peace from all of that heavy ass-breaking in order to work on it.
I put my mouth to her box and began to suck. I tongue-washed every succulent inch of her ass, her thighs, her crotch. I did her cunt and asshole half a dozen times, and she threw herself upon me and gave me reciprocal treatment. I knew then that things were beginning to go my way.
"I suppose you're right about escape. Nobody could get away, with every farmer and sheriff and posseman for thirty miles around looking for them. Especially on foot, without help."
"Now you're getting it."
"I heard that a few tried, but never made it."
"Their fucked and caved in tails were dragged back here for the bounty. One of them is still sitting down in solitary. She kind of stares into nowhere most of the time. Sometimes she even forgets to eat for days at a time. She bites the heads off of rats, and makes string out of their tails. Her hair is now long and white and down to her calves. Want to go see her?"
I shuddered. I really had to get out of that place somehow.
"Then if I am to get out of here you're the only one who could help me. But I'm not ready to deal--yet. I want time to think."
She saw that I was beginning to come around and didn't press it. After some more eating around and playing with rubber dildos, she told me to go back to my cell. She gave me a few glasses of wine first; letting me taste a little luxury to soften me up.
"Can I stop off at the doc's first?"
She laughed. "Do you want him to look at you?"
"No, I want to see Casey, and get some real doctoring."
"I know what you mean."
"That doctor must have studied at barbering school."
"He was pretty good until he got a bad case of the clap. I guess it went to his head."
We laughed at the dumb joke of a doctor. It was not really such a joke, considering we had to take what he handed out.
I went to the medical room. Casey was working on the ass of a young thing who was in convulsions of pain. Her tail was riddled with salt, plugged into a bleeding ooze of whip wounds. Clea was standing by with a smug expression on her face. She was toying with a shotgun.
"Ever see an ass salted like that one?"
I looked at it as Casey worked over it, trying to tweezer out the masses of salt. She gave up and went to work with a mass of creams, greases and lotions, trying to remove the white crystals burning away in the scourged flesh.
"I have never seen salt poured into an ass like that, guard."
"I didn't pour it in. I shot it in out of this shotgun. I really salted her tail for her!"
I waited my turn. To pass the time the bitch took me over her knee and paddled my bottom. I winced as the heavy board she used came crashing down on my rump. Casey watched sympathetically out of the corner of her eye. At last, Clea left with her victim, and I was alone with my friend.
As she worked on my injuries and drank nectar out of my cunt I explained how things were. She was less than totally enthusiastic as I laid out the plan that I was still working out. But little by little she came around. It had the subtle touches that marked all of my best work, a brilliant twist that would take them all by surprise.
"This idea just might work out."
"It's sure-fire guaranteed. I'll talk to you about it tomorrow."
I left the infirmary and proceeded past the guard overseeing the cell blocks. But I was intercepted by Clea and taken away from the blocks to an isolated section of the basement. I was apprehensive, and I wondered if she knew want I was up to. "Do you want out of here?"
"Sure, but what's the deal?"
"I can get you out, for all of the money you have on the outside."
"Half of it."
"Three quarters."
I wanted to hear her out. I was suspicious of her.
"Three quarters and you tell me where it is before I break you out."
"You must be dreaming."
She slammed her fist into my belly. As I doubled up, she slammed her club into the side of my head.
"Tell me where that money is or you'll never walk out of here. I'll say that you jumped me. So what if the warden kicks my ass out of here?"
I lunged at her, spilling her down. As I drove for her throat. She slashed the club into my jaw. I went down, my strength worn out from the earlier struggle. She had hit me right on the spot where my opponent had almost caved in my jaw.
"Where's the money?" she screamed. She kicked me in the ribs. "Where is it?" She twisted my arms behind my back and cuffed them. Then she began to twist and grind my nipples. I screamed with anguish. She had gone crazy. I could see the mad light blaze in her demon's eyes. She must have been brooding on that dough for weeks, and now she would kill me if I didn't talk.
"I'm going to rip your nipples off. Tell me or I'll rip them right off of you! " She began to try to pull them off of me. She was foaming at the mouth, ranting and raving. I raised my voice in a scream for help.
"What are you doing, Clea?"
It was the warden, with Vixie. Clea went into a funk of panic. She wet her pants as she groveled on her knees lying and trying to explain it away.
"We heard you trying to extort from this prisoner. You were plotting, conspiring. Perhaps you were arranging a breakout? I think you know what you deserve, and what you're going to get."
"No, no, no!"
They disarmed her, stripped her, and chained her to the walk They allowed me to watch. Vixie was in a state of exaltation with her lust for blood and the need to punish a traitor. She clawed her friend's back to shreds, ripping dozens of long claw marks into the soft flesh.
"You're my friend, Vixie, don't do it!"
"Skin her ass, Vixie!"
Vixie, produced a knife and began to slowly shred and flay all of the skin--every inch of it--off of screaming, maddened Clea's ass globes. As she slowly scraped and peeled the skin from her friend's hide, Juliet fingerfucked my pussy and cunt, forcing me to open up her clothes and do the same for her as we watched the butchery.
Slowly it went on, and Juliet was foaming from both mouth and cunt, her eyes mad and gleaming, as I made that clit of hers explode at the rate of an orgasm per minute. At last it was over and the crying, babbling gibbering, screaming Clea had been stripped of her ass skin. Raw, bloody flayed meat was all that remained.
"Now, Vixie, burn her skinned as with lighted matches."
I had never even seen an inmate being given treatment like this. Vixie lighted a match and immediately touched the flame full to the right buttock. The raw meat, seared and crackled, turning black and sending up smoke. An epileptic spasm of pain made every inch of Clea's body shake out of control, and the explosion went on and on, without stopping, until she collapsed. Most of her ass had been burned to blackened ruin. The smell of charred, broiled flesh, rose from her seared, skinned bottom.
"Leave her there! Let Casey attend to her. When her scars have healed up as much as they can, leaving her with a scar tissue ass skin for the rest of her miserable existence, sell her off into a Tijuana whorehouse. She can specialize with her mouth."
That took Clea out of my life.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I finally talked Casey into making a break attempt with me. It had to be soon. I was about worn out from the attempts of the warden to break me down. I had my plan all worked out, and I got the bitch off my back for a while by telling her I was thinking things over and to give me a week to make up my mind. I was sent out to the quarry every day, but my ordeals were considerably lessened and my private torture sessions were suspended.
I knew exactly what I had to do. I had a plan that was brilliant and almost foolproof. I had to get Casey out on the quarry assignment as well. That proved easy enough. Vixie was constantly riding her about putting her on the quarry, always slipping the needle to her. Well, under my instructions Casey took her up on her threat, challenged her to carry it out as if confident that she was out of Vixie's reach. Of course, that sent the ugly pig up the wall. She sent Casey out with the rock breaking crew, her ass seared with the marks of a whip.
Casey marched along beside me, grumbling and scratching at her rump. I almost laughed as I watched the blood spots ooze through the thin covering of her skirt. She had been given a good tail busting, and could have used a thick application of one of her own remedies.
"Don't sweat it. We'll be out of this hog farm soon," I promised her.
We planned it carefully enough. There were six guards on the quarry detail, all armed with scatterguns and choppers. I wanted a Thompson Sub. I would soon put it to good use. I had never used one, but I would live up to the legends that claimed I had.
The thing about escaping was that it was almost impossible to get away from that area without the help of outsiders. There would be swarms of guards, sheriffs, deputies, and farmers with shotguns covering every road and trail, searching everywhere with their damn dogs. But my plan was ingenious and would take care of that.
The main problem was the break. We had to take out three guards almost simultaneously to have any chance. We stuck together throughout the day, working hard. I wanted to make the break near the end of the day, when they would least be expecting our attempt. I also wanted the cover of darkness.
We ate our mid-day meal. Casey rubbing some roots and moss over her ass.
"That fucking broad really tore me up." She looked at Vixie's back. "I'm gonna see that bitch dead. Even if we don't make it, we'll take a few of these shits with us."
"We'll make it. I have too much waiting for me on the outside to rot in here."
She was dubious about the whole thing but would still go along with it. I waited, silent and patient, for our chance to strike. Then it came. Around toward six o'clock Vixie and Sally were talking together, not five yards from me. They had their backs toward me. I looked at Casey and nodded to her. She moved away from me about five yards, near another guard who was abusing a pet victim, beating the poor girl on the back with the stock of her gun.
I edged a few yards closer to Vixie and Sally, shifting to a new section of rock without a single glance toward them, so as not to put the two scum on their guard. I was thrilled with pleasure, thinking that I was going to get to kill the two of them in my escape. I watched Vixie take out her whip, looking around for a target to use it on. She had put her submachine gun down at her feet. Sally was cradling her shotgun. They were looking away from me. Vixie lashed out with her whip and snared a section of skirt off the ass of a prisoner, sending her yipping and screaming away from her tormentor.
I sprang at Vixie and Sally, gripping my sledge hammer close to my body, in front of me. As Sally spun to get me with her shotgun, I crashed the hammer up into her face, shattering her skull. As she fell, I slammed the butt of the handle into Vixie's belly. She had leaned over to get her gun. As she staggered I grabbed for her gun, and brought the stock up into her jaw, shattering it. As she fell I reversed the gun and stitched a pattern of slugs through her belly, and on into Sally's broken head.
As I worked I heard a scream, and knew that Casey had struck. I saw her out of the corner of my eye, chopping down a hack and grabbing her gun. Then she cut loose a burst at one of the male hacks. He jumped for cover. I triggered off shots at the other two, chopping one but missing the other. He got under cover. As he hit the ground, he triggered a ruthless burst into a crowd of scattering girls, downing five with slugs in their legs and giving himself some room to work the chattergun.
"Come on! Come on!"
I took off out of the mouth of the quarry with Casey. The four we had chopped were all at the mouth of the quarry and the two we had missed were up on the slopes. We triggered bursts at them as we took off, pinning them down. They blasted free fire, pinning down the girls, most of whom were too terrified and cowed to even think of trying to make a run for it.
My plan was going well. We dodged through the countryside, knowing that the great chase would soon be after us. But they were in for a big, goddamn surprise.
We cut into a gully and raced along a dry creekbed into a stream that would throw the dogs off our scent. But we didn't follow the stream downstream and away from the hellhole; instead we moved upstream, close to the high, steep banks. We moved along a turning of the stream into a blind spot within half a mile of the bleak walls of the prison, close to it and hiding in the heavy tangle of woods beside the stream. We went to earth and waited for dark.
We had gotten clean away and out of sight within a quarter of an hour, and now we waited close enough to the prison to spit as the scores of searchers would become hundreds, all searching for our asses in the opposite direction while we lay low close to the prison!
"This is brilliant, sugar," Casey said. "They're gonna be tearing up this countryside for days all down stream and away from here while we're gonna be laying low right next door."
"Nobody will think of looking for us here. We're safe enough."
"I hope so."
"We won't go back anyways. After chopping down that pigmeat they won't even try to take us in alive."
"They might. So those bitches can kill us slow."
I checked my ammunition. "As long as we have live ammo in these things they won't take us in anyway, live or dead."
"I feel the same way."
She broke out the extra food from the private black market hoard that she had brought along. It wasn't much, but it would do.
There was pandemonium in the prison. We watched the crowds come and go; sheriffs with their hordes of deputies, old pickups with the hick crackers armed with shotguns hanging on. The guards took off in a pack. The girls from the quarry were marched in, broken and scared. They were prodded along with clubs and gunbutts.
Night fell, and we watched the lights moving off in the hills. We played with each other as we enjoyed the show and the confusion of our enemies. We watched them take off, and we ate each other out. I put my mouth to her black box and dug into it with lips, teeth, and tongue, trying to chew the hair off her cunt and eat all of the hot quim juice out of her.
We locked together, laughing and whispering hatred for the enemy into each other's ears, gnawing and plucking at our flesh. I clawed my nails into the wounds on her rump and ripped them up as she tangled her legs around me and halfcrushed me, biting my tits and shoulders, grinding my pussy with her own, her arms encircling me with crushing and comforting power. We played mutual cunt and ass sucking games. We reamed each other out, with our hands up the assholes as out tongues foraged in the cunt holes. "I love you," She whispered to me. "And I love you, wild bitch. I'll marry you if we get out of this alive."
That broke us both up into hysterics. We fell asleep awash in sweat and cunt cream, still climaxing as we dropped off to sleep in mutual embrace. It was a stupid thing to do, both of us falling asleep without a night guard. But we were both too full of the wild joy of our victory at that moment to be careful and cautious.
With morning came aches and cramps. We were covered with insect bites, but we had become somewhat used to them from all of the biting we had taken at night from flying things, gnats, and roaches. We cautiously crept to a bit of clearing and looked out, keeping in the undergrowth and tangle of roots.
"Nobody in sight."
"Looks as if we pulled it off!"
This second day was harder. We spent a long day in the thick growth of woods, watching the movement of people in and out of the prison. We could tell from all the movement that the search was on a mammoth scale. There were all sorts of State people. With me on the loose they would be throwing in everything in the state.
The day passed slowly and nervously. We munched our rations and talked. I caressed and sucked her boobs for hours at a time while she French kissed me and stroked my clit.
We knew that in a day or two more the search would die out, when they became convinced that we had slipped through. "Sure is one hell of a long wait."
"This is the worst part," I replied. "We want to rush the hell out of here when darkness comes and take our chances, just to end this suspense. But that would be a fatal mistake, we have to sit tight and wait for our chance."
"The best is yet to come, ain't it?"
She was thinking of our plan for a vehicle, and so was I. That would be the height of our vengeance. We were waiting for Saturday night. If she held to her normal schedule, Juliet Forster would take off from the prison on that night, for a rendezvous with a big-pricked speakeasy boss who socked it to her all the way through to Monday. She would not be missed until she failed to show up on Monday.
We passed the time by making sure we were under cover and that there was no sign to lead anyone to us.
That night one kept watch while the other slept. Dogs passed close, scaring the shit out of us. We thought they were on to us, but it was only a search party passing through a nearby area. We sighed with relief and finger fucked each other out of joy at not being discovered.
We passed another long day, and a night, and another day. The quarry crew did not come out. Most of the guards were still out searching. But when at last the crews came in we realized that the search for us had been called off. They were fooled, they were sure that we had slipped through on the first night. They did not know how we had done it, but they were sure that we were long gone.
"It worked, it worked," Casey cried with joy as she fingered me up both holes at the same time.
"Now let's prepare our little bush for that slut, scum warden."
"I'll be glad to see her again!"
When darkness came on, we lay in wait at the bend in the winding dirt road leading from the state highway up to the prison. There was little traffic on this dirt road except for prison business, and, as it got dark, the prison gate opened up and Juliet Forster came winding her way out at slow speed, right toward our ambush. As she crawled around the bend we sprang up on her running board, Casey on the right and me on the left.
"Pull over or you're dead! " I shoved the gun in her head.
"This Thompson will blow your fucking head off, you fucking asshole."
In her terror she almost lost control of the car.
"It can't be, it can't be! " Her eyes went wide, staring with gut-crunching fear. Her mouth hung open. I grabbed the wheel, wrenching it away from her. I pulled over as she put on the brake. It slid to a stop.
Her fear was beautiful to see. I yanked her out of the car and slammed her to the ground.
"Still want my damn money?"
I kicked her in the mouth as she tried to rise. She flopped over, spitting out her front teeth and a nice rinse of blood to go with it. I kicked her in the nose, and heard it snap. Casey straddled her, pointing down with the gun she held, a tommygun capable of blowing her apart.
"Open your mouth, bitch. I gotta take a leak."
The bleeding, tooth-gapped mouth came open. Casey straddled her head and let a large, full, golden flood pour down the warden's mouth.
Casey drove and I worked on Juliet in the back seat. I had her panties wedged into her mouth. Casey had her dress and I had her sweater. She was naked, her hands tied behind her, her mouth gagged.
As we sped along through the night I played with her. She had eighty bucks, a good start toward getting us away from there. Along toward dawn we would dump her body in some secluded spot, and go on toward fame and fortune.
In two days, if luck held and we lived, I would be with my nest egg. Over one hundred grand.
"You're never going to see a cent of that dough, you greedy pig," I taunted her. "You're never going to see anything again."
I lit a cigarette and puffed it, my first in a long, long time. Then I touched it to her nipples, first one and then the other, burning a ring of black spots around the tip. I puffed it glowing hot and stubbed out the red burning tip between her tits.
I shoved another lit cigarette up her pussy. I put out half a dozen by shoving them up her snatch. I ran burning cigarettes along her thighs, and twisted the white cylinders in my fingers, rotating a burning black spot into her belly or tits.
I burned her armpits, her cheeks, her back and ass. I burned my initials into her ass and then I burned in Casey's initials.
I used the magazine from the Thompson as a club to break her ribs one by one. I moved the splintered, parted and broken bones around under the bloody sack of flesh with no regard at all for mercy, no softness for my victim.
"Save some for me, honey."
I changed places with Casey. I could hear her grunts of pleasure as I drove, the crunch of iron on bone, the sounds of tearing flesh and splintering bone. Blood covered the ruined face of our victim.
It was toward dawn when we threw out her skinned carcass. We had initialed and engraved her everywhere, so that they would be damn certain who had done her in. With a wave and a goodbye shout to her body we were off. Casey sat beside me as we drove off to our destiny, either riches and escape or gory death. Either way, it was damn good to be out, and I abandoned my hot pussy to the care and love of her skilled hands, coming in them as I drove off into the sunrise.