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This is an extreme fantasy story by the author of Pooch. It's not
suitable for the squeemish or the underage who should not be in this
newsgroup to begin with. As with all my stories I ask for readers
responses whether they are positive or negative as long as they are
constructive. Ongoing contributors to the the story include Lady Sara &
Jeanne
Enjoy the story.

Mr. Ed

JOURNEY TO THE  COOLER
An old diesel locomotive crawled along what had been a long abandoned
track leading deep into the northern interior of what had been, till
recently, the Province of Ontario. About March of the year 2000, the
Province and indeed the whole country of Canada had ceased to exist. It
did this without so much as a whimper as government officials and
workers simply left their posts and went home. The government was
effectively abandoned to any group that was somehow able to keep its
members together and functioning as a unit. This turned out to be a
militia unit called the Army of the Americas. Thanks to leadership that
was far sighted enough not to ignore the Y2K problem but plan for it and
take advantage. When the power began to shut down throughout the world,
starting in Taiwan and Japan and spreading east as the clock would
strike midnight, this group began to go into action securing and holding
major food storage facilities throughout what was then still the United
States of America. With the entire nation blacked out with no public
utilities, meaning no water pumping, no telephone service and no
electricity the United States army was simply stretched to thin to be
able to keep order. With poor police communications and simply no
functioning security systems, stores were quickly looted. With no water
pressure fire departments could do nothing to extinguish fires and many
cities burned. With no pay and little hope of success in restoring order
soldiers abandoned their posts and became a steady source of manpower as
the Army of the Americas recruited them and the weapons they had access
to with promises of a steady food supply and dreams of future power. By
the end of the first year the few politicians that had still believed it
was their patriotic duty to try and hold things together had also given
up and returned to spend their final days with their families. By the
time reliable power came back on in the year Y2K2 2/3 of the North
American population was dead having succumbed to starvation, exposure or
disease. The rest of the world fared worse.
The government that emerged was by necessity a military dictatorship
with the generals answering only to their supreme commander, Conrad
Sinclair. It’s main purpose became to organize the remaining populace,
according to their skills, and force them back to work restoring some
sort of economy. Pay would be food and the knowledge that they would
live to see another sunrise. At first there was resistance but the
desire to go on living, no matter how bleak the conditions, caused most
to comply. Harsh times called for harsh measures and dissidents were not
tolerated. Men who fell from the good graces of the regime quickly found
themselves in front of a firing squad. As a sign that chivalry was not
dead, dissident women found themselves led off to prison. Most, rather
quickly, became envious of the fate of the men.
There were no resources available to maintain prisons so out of
necessity they had to be self supporting at the very least. Ideally they
would turn a profit. For this purpose prison administrators were given a
free hand to run them as they saw fit. Prisoners had no rights of any
kind. The only thing that the administrators were held accountable for
was the bottom line. As an extra incentive they would get to keep 25% of
any profits. Losses were impossible because the government would send no
supplies without payment in advance. If that meant no food in the winter
time then rations were simply cut even to the point where the inmates
would starve.
It was to this sort of prison that the train was now heading.
Known as Cold Haven 1, it was the site of a long abandoned gold mine
with the buildings surrounded by multiple chain link fences, and the
spaces in between filled with concertina wire. The old corrugated
buildings that were once used to process ore and store equipment were
now used to house the inmates and serve as their work quarters.
Unless it could be fueled by wood it was expensive to run so the
generators which once supplied ample power to run the entire mining
operation, stood idle. Eye sores like so much other garbage that
littered the ground between the buildings. The train pulled a single
boxcar. The steel car and locomotive pulling it had been built in the
70’s to serve a booming mining industry. They were both pretty tired but
still able to make the grueling journey. Inside the boxcar were supplies
for the prison and 8 caged women. New blood for the prison. The trip up
was giving the women a taste of what they were in for. Each had been
tried and convicted of some grave crime against the state. For the
entire 48 hour ride that it took to reach the prison the door to section
of the box car holding the prisoners was never opened. The key was in
the prison warden’s office. She liked knowing that it would be her that
the new inmates would see first. Warden Sara knew the importance of
first impressions. She knew that if the new arrivals could see just how
overpowered they were on day one, they wouldn’t even start to think
about escape or insurrection. As long as they had to fight for their own
life they couldn’t organize a rebellion. Rebellions require the ability
to marshal resources to be used against the establishment. Warden Sara
made sure that the inmates never had any resources at all. She was
fanatical to the extent that she went to achieve this. The section of
the boxcar that held the women had been designed by Sara. It held 10
cages in all. On this trip 2 were empty.
Warden Sara, had expensed really nothing for the comfort or care in the
transporting of the prisoners so her design was simple. The ten cages
looked like just wire mesh boxes with a tin bottom stacked in two neat
rows in the center of the box car. The prisoners were led in one at a
time to be put into their cages. She believed the humiliation of prison
and the hardship of being incarcerated in the hostile environment of the
northern climes required that the introduction be as difficult as
possible for the women. She also tolerated no escapes and therefore
removed all hopes of attempt from the beginning of their imprisonment.
Each new inmate still wore the dress she had last worn to court.
Usually these were the best their families could afford for their court
appearance hoping that if they looked their best the judge would be
lenient. It never happened in this new justice, good looking women were
never heard from again.
Along with the incongruent dress, each women wore heels and stockings
more like they were going out to lunch in the late 90’s. The reality of
their situation however was evident to each women as she was heavily
shackled in leg irons connected by a 4 inch chain, and wrist manacles
attached to a chain belt around each women’s waist. A new metal collar
adorned each women’s throat with a large O ring attached, each collar
was engraved with a number, their new prison identity.
The first heavily shackled prisoner taking mincing steps up the ramp and
unaware of exactly how she was to travel made no real fuss until she saw
the cages. Thinking that justice still prevailed as it had just a few
short years ago, she balked at being put into the small cage. The guard
wasted no words of encouragement, as the warden’s instructions were
clear to him. “Beat them into submission if you have to, but get then
into the cages and secured for travel.” Taking the small single tail
whip each guard always carried, weighted so it would cut cloth and skin,
he began beating the woman until she understood there was no mercy and
fell to her knees to begin crawling, more like wiggling into the cage.
The wrist manacles prevented the woman from placing her hands on the
floor to facilitate her movements so she had to snake in on her chest.
The tin bottom of the cage had not been adequately cleaned from the last
occupant so she was in fact slithering through the remnants of human
waste. At this point the humiliation and reality usually became evident
to the new prisoner as she burst out crying and begging for mercy. There
would none in their prison, and it started here on the loading dock. A
guard positioned in the front of the cage reached in and pulled the
woman forward by her collar, so her face was pulled into the wire mesh
and a lock could be affixed through the O ring and mesh. The guard in
the back began kicking the woman’s feet so she drew them up under her so
he could close and lock the cage door. This left the woman in an obscene
fetal position with her head up with face pushed into the wire mesh.
Warden Sara had a purpose for this, she had been trained as a health
care worker in her pre 2000 life and knew that with their heads up they
could breathe better and take in water, both necessary if they were to
arrive alive to the prison.
The other prisoners waiting having heard the commotion from the first
now began to cry and beg knowing that they were in fact beginning a
harsh life. They even bargained with what they thought was still theirs,
their bodies and their sex.
Each guard just laughed knowing Warden Sara rewarded her prison guards
with the women’s favors it was more than a perk, it was in fact part of
the job. Some guards were even allowed to keep a prisoner in their
private rooms to use as they saw fit. Something the guards all wanted
for the long cold nights.
Each prisoner was led in to receive the identical treatment until all
were loaded. By now the noise level in the box car was deafening from
the crying and wailing. Knowing the whips were ineffective for hitting
an individual woman in her cage, the guards now used electric goads much
like for herding cattle. The guards announced that the women were now to
be quiet and then went about shocking each until she understood. Soon
the noise level was reduced to low moans and silent crying. Once quiet
the guards went about securing the cages for the trip. The swaying of
the train and the bad rail beds made the trip very jerky and if the
cages were not secured they would slide all over possibly damaging the
other goods also in the box car. These goods were necessary for running
the prison and since they were already paid for it was important they
reach the prison undamaged. Not only was there much needed food stuffs
but also warm clothing for the warden and the guards.
The guards began by locking each cage to it’s neighbor and then locking
top cages to the bottom ones. Finally the end cages were secured to the
floor by straps that attached to the two top corners of the top cage and
pulled tight by a pulley arrangement on the floor. Instead of having the
two top end cages remain empty so the strain of being secured to the
floor was lessened on the women, the two empty cages were the middle
column so the ends were pulled very tight and down spreading evenly the
tension to each women as she laid in her cage. The effect for the women
was to flatten the cages tight against their bodies so any movement was
impossible, needless to say the crying and wailing started with renewed
intensity. The guards all laughed as they reminded the women to be quiet
by a shock from the goads.
The goods and supplies for the prison could now be piled against the
walls of the box car and secured there. It must have been a good year
for the prison as the supplies once loaded left only a small space
separating the rows of cages from the supplies, not that the women could
really reach them. The last thing done for the women was to attach a
small water bottle to each cage with enough water for the trip if the
woman was not too greedy. The train now fully loaded was ready for the
miserable trip to the prison.
The box car door was locked and the women were left in total darkness.
As the train left the station the women soon became aware of another
misery of their trip. The box car being metal transmitted every bump,
every jerk along the floor. The inanimate objects were unaffected, the
women soon became aware of every bone jarring, muscle cramping jolt of
the train and the crying increased. It was going to an almost
intolerable trip, in the dark, in pain, as the train pulled out for Cold
Haven 1.
The journey pretty well took all of the fight out of the women that road
in that steel boxcar. Anything would be better then what they went
through on the trip over. By the time they got to Cold Haven 1 they
would volunteer for fourty cracks of a bull whip rather then spend
another hour in the cage.
They would soon find out that this would not be a good choice. A bull
whip, even without wire spurs, would cut a 100 pound slave girl right to
the bone. Sara liked the fact that the spurs would scrape off little
pieces of bone resulting not just in heavy scarring but extra ordinary
pain. Prisoners given the bull whip generally never got out of line a
second time.
Warden Sara liked to make sure any fire left in the prisoners after
their journey was stripped from them as soon as they left the train.
Warden Sara liked to welcome the new prisoners by showing them that they
were all alone in the prison with no friends or acquaintances.
After opening the box car door, Sara would leave for a while to allow
the cars, now filled with the smell of excrement, to air out a while,
and to purposely frustrate the agonized women making them feel even more
worthless. On her return Sara would have the prisoners removed one at a
time.

WELCOME TO THEIR NEW HOME
Ten yards from the boxcar door a whipping gallows had been constructed,
it was simply a steel pole about 8 feet high with an arm extending from
the top parallel to the ground about 4 feet at the end of the arm was a
pulley with a chain dangling off the end. Iron manacles attached to the
chain. A hand winch mounted on the side of the pole raised and lowered
the manacles. This whipping gallows was central to Warden Sara’s
complete mastery over her charges from the very first moment. Every
incoming prisoner had her time hanging from these gallows before even
being ushered through the prison gate. There were no exceptions.
Today inmate 11/11/21 was the first to be dragged out of her cage by her
ankles by a couple of naked members of the ‘new arrival’ detail. Warden
Sara loved to involve other inmates in the preparation or punishment of
the women. This would reinforce the knowledge that all that other
prisoners would do for them is hurt them. That they were not brothers in
arms but competitors for scarce resources.
When 11/11/21 reached the edge of the car, her dress now bunched up
under her arms and her undergarments visible, panties full of shit the
new arrival detail hopped off the car and then grabbed the prisoner by
the upper arms, hauling her off the train and over to the whipping
gallows. Though too stiff to move much yet, 11/11/21 was fully aware of
her surroundings, especially the number of male witnesses to her
humiliation. She turn scarlet red.
Dropped at Sara’s feet the new inmate saw a bucket to her right with a
many tailed whip fashioned from rope. It looked so medieval. She saw the
Warden pull back her black pump clad right foot and send it sharply into
her shoulder. It hurt like hell.
“Get up you lazy cunt,” 11/11/21 heard Sara scream.
“What the fuck do you think this is a retirement home?”
Slowly, mostly out of terror the prisoner stood up.
“Strip naked, everything off.”
“Another one that can’t control her bodily functions. Look at her, she’s
shit and pissed herself. Man you stink.”
The prisoner would have shit and pissed herself again if there was
anything left inside but she was empty. With shaking hands she removed
her clothing as instructed. When she removed her panties they were very
full and the Warden brought this to everyone’s attention. When finally
naked and feeling chilled by a stiff autumn breeze the Warden told her
to put all her cloths into a plastic bag, but first she had to wipe
herself clean with the white blouse.
“You will get these back when it is time for your release.”
Warden Sara chuckled.
“Take a good look at me. As long as you are in here your ass is mine and
I don’t want you forgetting that. This little welcome is to make sure
that you don’t.”
The new girl did take a good look at her owner. In her helpless state
Sara appeared as a scary sight rather than the beautiful Amazon that she
was. At 6 feet in height in her bare feet Sara was an imposing sight
with a beautifully muscled body, long shapely legs and breasts that rode
high and prominent on her chest. Her hips were wide and feminine in
shape but this was a consequence of her bone structure and not fatty
padding. Sara maintained herself in tip top condition but then her job
gave her plenty of exercise. She had long black hair which she always
wore in a tight bun during work to give her the added look of a stern
prim mistress. Her blouse was gleaming white and starched with a high
collar. Her army green skirt was well pressed and rode just above her
knees.
Sara nodded to the naked detail and they jumped forward to secure the
new inmate’s wrists to the shackles and haul her up so she hung only
from her wrists.
Like almost all the other inmates before her, and after, 11/11/21 began
to cry and beg for mercy but for the prison staff this was just erotic
music to their ears. Low paid, prison guards worked not for the minimal
salary but for the fringe benefits. To a one they enjoyed exercising
power over women and the sight of prisoners brutally punished for even
the smallest infractions sent the vast majority into sexual ecstasy.
The begging escalated into a frantic tone as the dangling woman saw
Warden Sara withdraw the knotted whip out of the brine bucket. At fully
3 feet in length the heavy whip would have a devastating effect on the
slightly built girl when wielded by strong experienced hands. The other
inmates of the prison always knew when there was new blood arriving
because the screams would be heard throughout the compound.
Sara made sure she covered the new arrival’s entire body with welts and
deep bruises front and back, from the knees to the tops of her
shoulders. The whipping was not of any predetermined stroke count but
ended only when the prisoner ceased to react any longer.
Now reduced to just a quivering mass of masticated flesh Sara once again
addressed the prisoner.
“This was just an introduction to what you will receive here. Now let me
inform you of the rules. I think you are now in the proper frame of mind
to listen.”
“Number one, you will always do as instructed by any of the guards. The
slightest hesitation will be punished severely.”
“Number two, you will never look a guard in the face and especially the
eyes. Your eyes are to be directed at the ground.”
“Number three, at no time will you communicate with another inmate in
any way. If caught not only will you be punished but so will everyone
else in your barracks.”
“Number four, you will not speak for any reason unless questioned by a
guard. Then you will respond immediately and completely.”
“Number five, you will not try to escape anything here in the prison
whether it is a work detail or the prison grounds themselves. This will
be met by a session with my special bull whip.”
“Anything that you receive while incarcerated is a privilege, that goes
from any cloths to your water ration. If you fail to meet the highest
standards of obedience or your work quota these privileges will be
revoked. Govern yourself accordingly.”
As 11/11/21 was dragged off through the prison gates Warden Sara smiled.
It would be a long day, 7 more prisoners to be introduced to prison
life. Lots more exercise, lots more fun. For inmate 11/11/21 her
introduction to prison life was just beginning.
As 11/11/21 was dragged into the prison through the imposing wire and
wood gates she felt that she had fallen into the last circle of hell.
The one from which no escape was possible. She could not believe mankind
had sunk so low, just a few short years ago she had been a computer
programmer for Microsoft, but with the change in the millennium all of
the former computer types were hunted down and blamed for the fall of
civilization as she knew it. She had watched the very public and bloody
execution of the founders of Microsoft, IBM and Apple from her prison
cell.
Their guilt had never been in doubt to the new powers so they had been
executed without a whimper from anyone. But she could not believe she
had been guilty of anything, but as she had come to find out accused was
as good as guilty.
The state did not want to waste valuable resources on lengthy trials and
so prisoners had no rights. Men were executed and women taken off to
hell like where she found herself now simply for having worked for a
computer company.
11/11/21 got a quick look at her new surroundings and was dismayed to
see nothing but barren rock mountains, barbed wire and old mining
shacks. She was dragged to the closest shack and dumped on the floor by
the inmates dragging her.
“Oomph”, she involuntary let out as she hit the ground.
“Shut the fuck up you cunt, you can get us all in trouble. Now listen to
me and listen good... ‘cause I will kill you faster than the warden if
you fuck up just one little bit. Now nod your head if you hear me”, the
inmate whispered directly into 11/11/21’s ear.
11/11/21 nodded in agreement.
“Now listen to every word because I do not have time to repeat it. First
all the cells, all the corridors, all the work areas are monitored
electronically by the warden. Nothing happens in here she does not know
about... eventually. But I know about it before it happens, you need to
be afraid of the warden but I am your worst nightmare. We have our own
system of taps and codes so we can communicate, but if you think you can
tell the warden to save your hide you will be dead before you open your
mouth. There are inmates that have blow guns and small darts tipped with
the arsenic runoff from this old mine. You approach the warden and you
are dead and you will never know where it came from... got it.”
11/11/21 nodded her head again to indicate understanding.
“Now stand up cunt so I can scrub you down and shave your head.”
“No” escaped from 11/11/21’s mouth before she could even think. As soon
as the word was uttered a guard appeared from nowhere and grabbed
11/11/21’s tit and yanked her to her feet. “Stand up bitch it is time
for your bath... now move.” The guard then butted 11/11/21 with the club
he held and also hit the other inmate right in the gut, knocking the
breath from her as she crumpled to the ground.
11/11/21's training as a computer programmer now shifted into gear
as her conscious thought process took back seat to subliminal data
acquisition for later processing, a neat trick which was triggered by
the
sight of her fellow inmate's kicking feet - the naked, whimpering woman
wore shiny red high heeled shoes, as preposterous a sight in that fetid
hell as a silk bow tie around Conrad Sinclair's beefy neck. Moreover as
she
wriggled in agony on the soiled cement, the gasping inmate was obviously
very careful not to close her long legs, keeping her splayed hairless
cunt
on display for the sneering guard. All of this registered with flawless
clarity in 11/11/21's trained brain. When she was next allowed some
semblance of sleep, the significance of these and countless other
similar
observations, such as the seemingly random yet highly hierarchized
status
of the inmates' hair ranging from the bald pate to the immaculate
hairdo,
would start coalescing into a somewhat consistent view of how things
stood
at Cold Haven 1. In a place where naked female flesh was an overabundant
commodity, yet prostitution to the authorities was the only way to
obtain
such basic goods as water or a modicum of warmth, there would be a
lethal
and never ending competition among the prisoners for the jaded, ever
more
demanding guards' merest glimmer of erotic interest. Stay sexy or die
was
the general idea, and the newly arrived inmate's early grasping of this
simple fact would prove to be a tremendous bonus, one of life or death
portency, allowing her to survive in the following days. A woman's good
looks are her most treasured possession yet can be lost for good in a
minute if she lets herself go, especially in as demanding an environment
as
Cold Haven 1. Yet in that hell-hole, a dab of lipstick, an old
disposable razor to
shave one's legs smooth, a comb to keep one's hair presentable were
every
bit as vital as a chunk of piss-soaked stale bread, because it was dogs
eat
shit and croak in that new life. Even getting selected for a night's
rape !!
and torture by a vicious team of drunken guards was a sought after
privilege as it was vastly better than being ignored by them, and the
inmate now squirming in agony next to 11/11/21 owed her relatively
elevated
status to her carefully cultivated skills as a prized go-go dancer in
the
guards' private Cat'O'Nine Club, where the makeshift stages were fitted
with shiny nail-studded steel rails as props for the more routine dance
numbers, and coal braziers were kept burning all night to heat the steel
implements in use for better liked special numbers. In her present
pain-wracked, bewildered state, however, 11/11/21 could only recognize
that
there seemed to be a pattern, but in later days she would prove very
adept
at adapting to the situation. Of course some would argue that it came
naturally to most women.

“Now both of you get busy there will be another new fish in here any
minute and you have a lot of work to do today.” The inmate staggered to
her feet and grabbed 11/11/21 by the arm and moved her over to a drain
in the floor. First the inmate grabbed 11/11/21’s hair and using the
oldest buzz razor 11/11/21 had ever seen sheared her hair off close to
her scalp. Then the inmate took an old scrub brush from a bucket and
began to scrub what felt like to 11/11/21 the skin off her bones. She
still felt the pain from the whipping but soon all her skin felt raw and
open. 11/11/21 could not really feel any difference form the whipped
skin or the scrubbed skin. The guard satisfied that no more problems
were going to be coming from this fish and the inmate turned his
attention to the new fish being dragged in.
“Yo, seems the warden found this one had a smart mouth and so she gave
her a few extra licks for good measure. Stupid cunt. Now she won’t be
good for much for at least a day or two.” 11/11/21’s eyes got large as
she looked at what was left of the new inmate’s back. In fact there was
little left for her to think it was a back. Bone was visible and there
was a heavy blood trail going back to the whipping post.
11/11/21 didn’t think she would live much longer like that.
“Now cunt you are mine. You are my bitch and I am going to make your
life more than miserable. I told you not to make any noise and you
didn’t listen, well you will wish you had, when I am done with you... I
can make you so sick you will wish you were dead but you won’t be the
guards will still make you work and they will fuck you every time they
can and you will wish you were dead, you got that you stupid cunt”, the
inmate whispered in her ear as she turned on what 11/11/21’s thought was
water. All of a sudden 11/11/21’s skin was on fire she began to wail and
dance and screech all at the same time. The guards just stood and
laughed so hard they had to hold on the walls to keep from falling.
“You stupid fish it is just antiseptic. The warden wants all the filth
washed off you from your transport and since we don’t waste any drugs on
inmates this is as good as a doctor as you will get. Baby you sure can
dance. Come here baby.” The guard motioned with his club.
11/11/21 wanted to just die, wanted the earth to open up and just
swallow her up. The humiliation, the pain the death threats were just
too much. She just stood and stared at her feet to frozen with terror to
move. Suddenly she felt pushed as the inmate propelled her toward the
guard.
“Now baby you look like my kind of convicted computer felon, suck my
cock.”
11/11/21 remembering the rules did not raise her head but she was to
scared to move either. The inmate came over and kicked 11/11/21’s legs
out from under here and placed her on her knees and pushed 11/11/21’s
face into the crotch of the guard. 11/11/21 could feel the bulge of his
cock against her cheek and with few movements by the guard his cock was
out and in 11/11/21’s face. The inmate pinched 11/11/21’s nose closed,
forcing her to open her mouth and the guard took the opportunity to put
a hard rubber ring behind her teeth and then put his dick through the
ring.
“Now suck fish I have done all the work for you and if I feel any teeth,
you will lose them all right here right now.” 11/11/21 sucked and licked
and generally tried to give the blow job of her life until the guard
began to cum, pulling out so he erupted all over 11/11/21’s chest.
“Now fish welcome to prison”, the guard laughed as 11/11/21 curled up
into a ball on the floor hoping she would die but knowing she would not.
She was surly in hell.
This by no means marked the end of the first day for the condemned
women. After being shaved and washed they were escorted in irons to the
what the guards referred to jokingly as the ‘Beauty Parlor’. For the
cruel tastes of the guards perhaps in there eyes that was what it was,
but for the ones getting the treatment it was just a continuation of
their brutal initiation. In this corrugated steel building the new girls
were first fitted with permanent ankle and wrist irons. Once welded shut
they would not be removed until their sentence was up. Each piece had
two rings for the attachment of locks and chains. Though the attachment
of the heavy, permanent bands was not painful for the body, it was very
hard on the soul. Tears rolled down the cheeks of many of the prisoners
as cold metal impressed upon their minds the hopelessness of their
situation.
The next station was far less pleasant. Here they were secured, spread
eagled onto a steel table with a pair of additional straps just
underneath their breasts and above their hips, holding them so tight
that no motion was possible. All that they could do was lift their heads
to see what was going on. This was the piercing station. Here all new
inmates had 4 rings, all of heavy gauge stainless steel, permanently
secured by means of a special pair of pliers and a special capture
system built into the ends of the still open rings. One end tapered down
to a very sharp point above which there were several ridges. The other
end of the ring was hollow with corresponding cuts machined into the
inside walls. When the rings were squeezed tight by the three foot long
pliers the ridges would hook onto the cuts in the wall and effectively
permanently close the ring. It could only be removed by cutting it off.
At this time a rather voluptuous, former red head, now shorn of her
locks, was secured to the cold table. She shivered as much from freight
as from the fear of what was about to happen to her as from the chilly
air. The purpose of the rings was again to make it easier to exercise
complete control over the prisoners and so they were inserted into some
of the most tender and humiliating places. The insertion required two
people. On person would hold the flesh in her fingers positioned for the
pliers and the other would handle the heavy tool which required both
arms to operate. The insertion tool looked very similar to a pair of
chain cutters, and applied so much pressure that the girl closing the
handle wouldn’t even notice when the end of the ring passed through the
flesh.
Trying to stay quiet, as instructed 12/31/30 fought with herself trying
not to beg and cry. How horrid it was to not even be able to take
advantage of that small bit of relief.
The actual piercing was always done by other inmates. It was again, a
part of Warden Sara’s grand strategy of alienating the prisoners from
each other so they could never work together against her authority.
12/31/30 had certainly noticed one thing. All the inmates that were nude
not only bore  the manacles but 4 shiny rings large enough to be links
of chain. One pierced both sides of their vulva just below the level of
their clit hood, there was one through each areola and finally there was
one through their tongue. 12/31/30 began to sweat. Her pale, heavily
marked, skin glistening in the light that came through the windows just
under the eves of the roof .
One of the inmates on duty indicated that 12/31/30 should open her mouth
by squeezing her cheeks against her back teeth and sticking out her
tongue. With the certainty that there would be no escape 12/31/30
complied. While the inmate standing beside the new girls head positioned
the ring carefully so it would pierce the tongue in the center and well
back from the tip the other inmate gave the pliers a good hard squeeze.
There was just no way that 12/31/30 could stifle her scream and it
echoed throughout the building. The guard that had been standing there
and observing pulled a ball gag from a clip on his belt and shoved it
deep into 12/31/30’s mouth aggravating her throbbing tongue but cutting
off the noise.
“If you don’t learn to control yourself things will go very hard for
you.”
He couldn’t resist fondling her lovely large breasts and then giving a
nipple a hearty twist. This would be next to receive some hardware.
Each breast was pierced just like her tongue by a large ring back far
enough from the nipple itself that there was no danger of the ring
tearing free. These new attachments were so secure that they could be
used to restrain the inmates without hesitation. On rare occasions the
Warden had even been known to suspend an unlucky inmate from her tit
rings.
The double vulva piercing was the most difficult. This required the use
of a special tool that would squeeze the two sides together allowing the
gap in the ring to be placed in position. This tool looked very much
like a pair of two pronged forks with the prongs facing each other. They
could open wide to grip her pussy right where it met her thighs and when
squeezed together the slightly curved points would not allow the tool to
slide off but would dig into the flesh leaving the entire area between
the prongs free for the placement of the final ring. At this point
12/31/30 squirted a stream of piss almost clear across the table.
With the last ring in place 12/31/30 would now find that stimulating her
little love nub would be very difficult indeed. The ring would keep it
well buried by her fleshy vulva. This would help ensure that she felt no
pleasure when raped by the guards.
12/31/30 felt used and abused and she hurt everywhere.  Her muscles from
struggling against the bounds when she was pierced, her breasts from the
pain of the piercing and the weight of the rings, her labia from the
initial piercing plus an additional burning from her urine.  But it was
her tongue that hurt the worst.  It hurt so bad all she could do was
hold her mouth open and allow her tongue to rest against the floor of
her mouth.  This also meant she had to just let the drool fall from her
mouth all over her chest, so she was further humiliated.  Her tongue was
so swollen she was forced to breath through her nose but that was hard
as well do to all the snot from the crying.  12/31/30 just wanted to
hide in a corner hoping it all was a bad dream but the guards were not
ready for her to go to her cell yet.  A small leash was attached to
12/31/30’s tongue ring and she was lead out into the main corridor where
the rest of the newly pierced prisoners were waiting, all looking the
same, pierced tongues out, drool all down their fronts, big shiny rings
in breasts and labia, all miserable and dejected.  Not a glance or word
was exchanged between the prisoners all were too dehumanized to feel
anything but total degradation.  Once they were all collected the
prisoners’ leashes were attached to a long tether and they were forced
to walk past the more senior prisoners and the warden.  The guards
walked along beside the new women telling them this was the new fish
review and for each one to look their best, heads up, chest forward so
everyone could admire their assets.  The new prisoners struggled to
comply but the pain and degradation had taken it’s toll and the women
only looked more pathetic as they shuffled along grunting in pain
periodically trying to stick their chests out.  The guards and the other
prisoners just laughed adding more indignities on to the women. 
Once the “review” was completed the women found themselves in the dining
hall, which was nothing but a large open room, at one end was a raised
platform with tables covered with white cloths and table settings at the
other end was another raised platform where large cauldrons were placed,
in the middle of the room were 4 long troughs.  12/31/30 furtively
glanced about and surmised the cauldrons contained some kind of slops
that was sloshed into the troughs for the prisoners, while the guards
and the warden enjoyed a better meal overseeing the prisoners at the
troughs.  Another hope of 12/31/30 died, there was no former pleasure
she would be allowed to enjoy in this hell hole.  The new prisoners
watched as a bell rang and a iron gate opened allowing the prisoners to
run in and fight for space as simultaneously the cauldrons were tipped
and the slops poured into the troughs.  12/31/30 recoiled in fear as the
prisoners actually began pushing, scratching and scrambling to make room
to get their faces into the troughs.  She looked up to see the warden
and the guards placing bets on which prisoner would get knocked out of
place.  As 12/31/30 watched one prisoner get pushed out as two greedily
moved to take her place in the melee.  Obviously the prisoners had been
told not to use their hands to help themselves to eat but to put their
faces directly in the trough, thus they used their elbows to wedge out
other prisoners.  As 12/31/30 continued to observe in grisly
fascination, the guard began giving them their new instructions. 
“Listen up you piggy sluts, this is how you will receive your meals. 
The total amount of your food depends on your output of work, the whole
group is punished if there is even one slacker.  The cunts eating now
have been productive today but you new sluts have not so when they have
had their fill you will be allowed to finish up the remnants.  Now food
here is precious so there will be no wasting of it at all.  Using your
hands to help you eat wastes food, there is no way you will be able to
get the small particles of food off your hands so put your face directly
in to the food trough.  Eat as quickly and neatly as you can so you can
return to productive work as soon as the noon bell rings.   Now any slut
that puts their hands on another slut to get more food will be punished
and trust me on this you won’t like the punishment.”  The guard smiled a
broad smile at the mention of punishment.  12/31/30 shuddered and looked
down as she wondered how she would protect her new piercings from bony
elbows or how she could use her tongue to eat as sore as it was.  She
knew she would probably starve before her tongue healed enough to use
it.
“OK sluts it’s your turn” the guard screamed as he pulled the tether
toward the troughs.  The guards unhooked each leash telling the new
prisoners to move up into the trough and put their faces right into the
stream of slop.  Now that 12/31/30 was closer to the trough she recoiled
from the foul smell just as she tried to pull her face up the guard
behind her slapped the back of her head.  It was so unexpected
12/31/30’s face hit the bottom of the trough and she cried out in pain
as the ring through her tongue hit the metal.  
“Now listen up slut, if you want to live, eat, and do not waste one
speck, do you hear me?”
Not wanting to raise her head up 12/31/30 just nodded and tentatively
began to use the tip of her tongue to pull the foul mess into her
mouth.  There was not much left by this time as the other prisoners had
been feeding for almost 10 minutes but 12/31/30 was able to take in a
few small licks of the putrid gruel.  Just as she was complimenting
herself that she had gotten the hang of eating this way and convincing
herself it was not that bad she felt a sharp jab to her sore right
breast.  The blow was so sudden and so painful 12/31/30 lost the small
mouthful of gruel she had as she fell to the floor.  Her place was taken
up by two other prisoners and 12/31/30 hurt so much she just sat there
on the floor, not wanting to move, not caring what happened next.
It was the end of the day with the sun starting to set. It was at this
time that most prisoners were returned to the common room, where they
would be till put to bed. The common room was designed by the Warden to
be a special place. It was where the inmates stayed when not working or
in bed. A single room to hold everyone was the least expensive to build,
maintain, and run. Not nearly the number of guards was needed to secure
the women, that meant more guards could take home a prisoner for his
personal service. The occasional inmate wouldn’t return and this was
noticed by the others. Being taken home by a guard usually meant an
entire night of being beaten and raped. In this condition it was very
hard to meet your work quota so there might not be any food the first
night. Night was the time that whippings were handed out to women that
had been slow to obey or careless with her eyes. That was another
feature of the common room.
It was the place where whippings were dispensed. Sara insisted that
guards consider whippings as curative medicines. The prisoners had
broken a rule and it was vital that they suffer for it intensely enough
so that they would be too terrified to repeat the offending act. There
were very few nights that went by with no whippings and this night just
wasn’t one of those.
The Warden Sara was the one that always wielded the whip.
This again was for the psychological effect. As long as she wielded the
whip everyone knew there would be no holding back and no mercy. Sara was
built like ‘a ton of bricks’, as the saying goes. In her heels she was
6’4’. At 150 lb.
She was both large and lean. Very little body fat padded her skin except
in those special places where it did the most good. At 35 years of age
she was in her physical prime both strong and durable. The inmates knew
from experience that there would be no easy whip sessions. Warden Sara
prided herself in that.
This night one of the older women had been strung up. She hung by the
manacles around her wrists. She was in nothing like Sara’s condition.
The unlucky inmate had spent the last 10 hours pulling logs from the
forest two miles away. Her back was already a raw mess from the whip of
the overseer.
At 5’2” and 140 lb. she was a little on the chunky side.
That was one of the reasons she had pulled logging duty. She was still
in good condition and her extra body fat meant that more work could be
got from her on less food, since she could burn her own fat.
The guard that had turned her in was there with the Warden.
When they began to talk to each other it became apparent how effective
the silence policy was. Her, in a room that was holding 300 people the
conversation between the warden and the guard was heard in every corner
of the hall.
“How long did she keep drinking after you told her to stop?” Warden Sara
asked. “oh I would say at least 10 seconds,” came the guard’s reply.
“And, did she do anything to try and keep her disobedience hidden from
you?”
“Yes, she kept her back turned while she kept drinking.”
“Well that sounds very serious to me then. Deliberately concealing her
misbehavior is an even larger issue then the disobedience itself... I
hope you cunts are all paying attention if you want to keep yourselves
from the same fate that’s going to befall 04/08/12. That’s why these
training sessions are done in front of everyone, it’s so that you can
all learn from this cunts mistake. I’m sure 04/08/12 won’t make the same
mistake again. You all watch her tomorrow. You’ll see how much more
visible she’ll make sure she is.”
The inmates were expected to work the day after being whipped. It wasn’t
an excuse to avoid duty.
Occasionally, when Sara believed that the target of her whip was
actually guilty of intentionally breaking a rule, she would have the
inmates  quota increased and  her breaks taken away. In most cases this
was feared even more then the whipping. The inmates lived for those few
moments when they could relax. Hauling logs all day without a break was
inhuman. 
Sara picked up a short handled whip with 4 flat tails. The edges of the
tails were nicely rounded. Made of fiberglass reinforced urethane
rubber, the tails, at over 3 feet in length had a serious heft to them
and yet very elastic and floppy.  It took a strong and accurate arm to
wield a whip like that and Sara qualified on both counts. She figured
that no other woman in the world spent as much time actually whipping
other real women, or anything else for that matter.  The whip had
another feature that could only be seen from close up. This whips entire
surface was covered in course diamond grit. Canada was the worlds
largest producer of diamond grit, not to be confused with diamonds. The
surface of the whip was as coarse as 60 grit sandpaper guaranteed to
strip the flesh of it’s skin covering exposing unprotected fat and then
muscle and or bone. 
Sara stood in the center of the floor holding the handle of the whip in
one hand and the tails in the other. She wore sturdy but tight fitting
gloves with broad heavy gauntlets so if by accident the whip would fly
back at her she could use her forearms to block it and not get cut.
04/08/12 didn’t have that advantage. She hung, spread eagled between a
pair of tall posts anchored into the cement floor. All floors in slave
areas were cement, much easier to keep clean.  Not only were her arms
and legs pulled out to a perfect 45 degree angle but there were other
torments as well. The ring in her tongue showed it’s usefulness and
versatility. Here it was being used as a blindfold. 04/08/12 was forced
to lift her face to look straight at the ceiling making her effectively
blind except for some shadows she could see.  A rope came down from an
eye bolt in the ceiling and was clipped to the ring in her tongue.
hanging from the rope, on the other side of the eye bolt the rope was
attached to a cement block stretching her tongue to just below the
snapping point. The hole through her tongue was stretched enough you
could put your finger through it.  The look in her eyes approached
hysteria yet she had not uttered a sound. 
“Since I ‘m not ready to use this whip on your cunt and you know the
policy of the prison is not to neglect the cunt. After I remove a fair
percentage of your skin, with the whip, your dear cunny will get some
very special consideration. We’re going to play some telephone and your
cunny will be the ringer. Your going to be a very busy telephone. But
first some wiring has to be installed.  Your clit will be the first to
be wired. Do you feel this?”
Sara pushed the end of a long needle against the bottom of  04/08/12.
The heavy sack rose up in the air from the pushing but her skin didn’t
break.
“Not very sharp is it?”  The Warden seemed to be laughing. 
“These are the lines I’m going to wire you with. Sure hope they don’t
snap before I can push them through.”
Warden Sara didn’t take any detail for granted. Why use sharp pins when
blunt ones are far more painful and just slightly more disfiguring.
Besides    04/08/12 was already very heavily marked with permanent whip
scars from the bottom of her feet to the tops of her shoulders. Again
this worked against the inmate eliciting less sympathy from her keeper.
Sara assumed that having been whipped so many times that the message
wasn’t getting through and more effort was needed on Sara’s part to
punish more effectively. 
04/08/12’s clit was held buried by the ring through both her labia. Sara
pulled a pair of needle nose pliers from  a skirt pocket. They’d be used
to grip her clit while the dull pin was pushed through the taughtly
stretched, crushed clit at a steep angle so it would burrow through a
good part of its length before emerging into the inside wall of her left
labia. She trembled from the pain finally starting to convulse. Still
the stretched out inmate didn’t make a sound. Sara had also had a cement
block hung between her legs, from the labia ring. It pulled down all the
fatty flesh that made up her precious plumpness and increased the area
available for punishment. Warden Sara had numerous options as to the
treatment this area would  receive. This wasn’t the first time that the
Warden had enjoyed treating this particular  part of her anatomy. It had
healed well each time so this time Sara would do something more
permanently memorable. She’d save it for the end just when  04/08/12
would be thinking that the punishment was over she would add the pussy
torture. 
“I know you’ve  seen me use this whip before so I won’t show it too you
but instead I’ll let you imagine which one it is while you’re reaping
it’s benefits. Every time I swing it you  loose a few strips of skin. I
think 10 strokes, 1 for each second you continued to drink after the
order to stop, will be the appropriate number of lashes. Just in case
your wondering, I going to start with your tits and work my way down.”
“Rub her down before I start.” Warden Sara ordered an inmate that was
assisting.  
Being rubbed down meant that the suspended inmates skin would be rubbed
down with a grease saturated with dried, powdered, Habanjero peppers.
This made her skin feel as though it were on fire and when struck by the
whip it would feel like it had been struck by white hot metal. The
Warden knew she could make them all scream. Most did after the very 
first stroke and the rest did, after the second. By the time the
gracious jail keeper retracted her right arm and prepared to step into
her first stroke, 04/08/12 was burning up and on the verge of screaming
anyway.
“SHWOOOOOOSHD..SPLAT!!!!”
The heavy tails connected at high speed with  04/08/12 ‘s soft breast
tissue. The whip had traveled across her body and slammed into the
outside of her large left tit. Besides flattening it for a split second
against her ribs it scrapped off the skin leaving white, fatty trails
that quickly bubbled with blood seeping out of capillaries. To 
04/08/12  it felt like her precious, seared flesh had been ripped of by
glowing, metal , claws. For a moment all of her other troubles just
dissolved away leaving her whole mind free to concentrate on this one
pain. 
Warden Sara now stepped further aside and  farther back so that she
could get the prisoners own rib cage to act as the pivot point for the
whip and give it a good snap as it raced to the top half of her right
tit.. 
“SHWOOOOOOSHD..SPLAT!!!!”
Again, if you could see in slow motion, this time the right orb would be
grossly distorted by the force of the whip. After popping back into it’s
normal shape it too revealed the same damage from the whip. 04/08/12
screamed with every ounce of strength left in her tortured body. 
“Pull up her udders, I’m going to do the bottoms.”
One of the purposes of the nipple rings was now put into play. An
assistant fastened a chain between the rings and then connected the
chain to another pulley rope hanging down from the ceiling. The rope was
then pulled taught so her nipples were also looking up into the black
ceiling.
The warden had been right, 04/08/12  thought. It was, “that fucking
rubber, sandpaper whip.”   She had seen it turn other girls into
blathering idiots and she knew it was her inevitable fate. 
The hot grease that was forced deep into her wounds by the whip began to
do it’s worst. 
At this point usually the girls evacuated any bodily contents that they
may have accumulated since last using the bucket. It was one of Sara’s
favorite parts of any whipping, a clear demonstration of her power over
her subjects. She could once again say to herself that she had beaten
the shit out of them. It was such a good feeling inside to have the
power of life or death with no constraints.
04/08/12  rapidly used up her energy stores in her doomed struggle to
free herself from  her bonds.  In quick succession the whip plowed into
her right side snapping as the ends whipped around her belly and then
right on her belly button, knocking the wind out of the prisoner as it
tore off the skin. A minute latter after a hysterical exhibition,
04/08/12 went silent and just hung there, too exhausted to move. 
“4 more to go yet, hang in there girl.” Warden Sara put her arm around
04/08/12’s shoulders friendly and jovial manner as though greeting a
close personal friend. 
“There is still a long way to go. You wouldn’t want all of this effort
to be wasted now do you?.... I know that at this point you are pretty
damn sorry for what you did, but now comes the corrective part. Now you
understand that it was necessary that you be punished and so now your
brain will make a clear association between your stupid act, and pain.
This is also where your brain will experience just how much pain
disobedience will bring. In other words, what’s coming up is the most
important part of being punished and I would be short changing you of an
important learning experience if I didn’t do my best to make every
second count.”
04/08/12 first heard the whistle as the tails cut through the air only
to land directly over her bladder bruising it right through the skin. A
few drops of bloody urine seeped out of her urethra. The next blow came
even before the prisoner even had a chance to react to the first,
striking the severely stretched slab of skin going from the base of her
pubic bone to just above the clit hood. Skin that was being pulled by a
20 lb. block of cement by the single ring through both vulva.  The tails
did expose a bit of the pubic bone since the skin had been stretched so
thin there, Otherwise 04/08/12’s ‘ lower belly turned crimson with
seeping blood. The pepper laden grease now set the wounds blazing.
Instead of letting the pain fade away in a short time the grease
actually made the wounds hurt worse with time creating the unreal,
reality of old wounds hurting more then fresh ones. 
“2 to go,” muttered Sara, “and then I can start on your pussy. You
didn’t think I’d forget about that, did you?.... I think that for a mule
a couple of strokes to the knees would be a bad place to strike if you
wanted it to keep working, so that’s why I’m going to whip the backs of
your knees next. 
04/08/12 just hung in her bounds still alive but now broken.  In her
mind she berated herself for that momentary pleasure of a few extra sips
of water as not being worth all the pain she was now experiencing.  Sara
knew this was the true lesson of the punishment, make the pain much
worse than any benefit derived from the disobedience.  
Before 04/08/12 was cognizant of what was happening the warden delivered
the two promised blows to the back of the helpless convicts knees.  The
only noise 04/08/12 could make was a babbling sound to the crowd but she
actually felt her legs had been severed off.  Only a chain saw could
have delivered such pain so quickly so in 04/08/12’s crazed mind she had
just lost her legs.
Now the Warden took a few minutes rest to look over the other convicts
making sure this was a lesson well learned for all.  As she scanned the
faces of the convicts she noticed most were horrified, especially the
new convicts just delivered today, but was surprised to notice a few
older convicts appeared angry.  The Warden made a mental note of their
numbers so she could have a private session with two of then later.  A
severe whipping made the Warden very aroused that only by dominating two
convicts was she satiated.  The guards had learned it was best to keep
the Warden happy and satiated then they were able to go about their days
totally unencumbered. 
04/08/12 began to breath more normally thinking the had survived another
punishment.  She twisted a bit in her bounds trying to keep the
circulation going in her bound arms. All the weight and twisting
04/08/12 had been forced to endure had dislocated her shoulders and the
pain was building in intensity almost to the point of her open abused
skin.  
“Now my truculent slut, you need a more memorable lesson because it
seems by the scars on you, you have refused to learn.  You think all the
rules I have for the cons do not apply to you.  Well, my dear, you are
mistaken, totally mistaken.”
As the warden was saying these words she unhooked the convicts tongue
ring so she could move her head.
“Now my slut look at your body, take a good look.”
04/08/12 was very frightened, it now occurred to her that she had made a
terrible mistake and one she may not live to repeat.
“Now my naughty slut, I want to really imprint this punishment on your
tiny brain.  As by now you have become aware your clitty is being pulled
almost out from it mooring in your body and your pussy lips have been
pulled down so everyone can get a full view of your open, vulnerable
slit.”
As the warden moved around the frightened convict 04/08/12 attempted to
follow Sara’s every move with her eyes.  But she could not see that Sara
carried a small thin fiber glass cane only about 3 feel long and very
flexible.  The warden preferred fiber glass to rattan, for one it was
easier to clean and two it was so thin and so strong the convicts rarely
saw it coming until it almost severed the flesh from their bodies. The
warden always carried one with her for that spur of the moment
discipline sometimes necessary to maintain strict order.
Sara took a  moment to completely cover the care in the pepper oil,
liberally dripping it on the end for maximum application to the
convict’s open meat.
04/08/12 began to visibly shake, forgotten was the pain from the initial
whipping, the pain from her shoulders.  She knew what the warden planned
would forever change her, her ability to every feel anything down there
again.
Sara just smiled at the hapless woman as she snapped the cane directly
into the convicts open pussy hitting the clit directly in the center. 
The fiber glass cane with its flexibility transferred the energy of the
blow to the tip of the cane that came in contact with the flesh.  For
04/08/12 this transmitted instantaneous, searing excruciating pain all
along the nerve fibers from her clit using the same pathways as for an
orgasm, but instead of intense pleasure all 04/08/12 felt was agonizing
pain.   That was the best part of this punishment Warden Sara knew the
nerves from the clit stretched out by the metal pin would be raw and
ready to transmit any impulse directly to the brain.  But instead of
pleasurable impulses Sara replaced them with not only the pain of the
initial hit but the after pain of the pepper oil.  04/08/12’s body
reacted much like it would if she were having a orgasm, her back arched,
her breathing stopped, her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy
began to dip cum.  But for 04/08/12 it was far from a agreeable
experience.  04/08/12 felt her head had exploded and the pain was
unrelenting.
The warden seeing she got the reaction that she wanted continued with
the canning directly to 04/08/12’s clit until the small nubbin was
swollen and looked about to crack.  04/08/12 was thoroughly spent,
covered in sweat and her own blood from all the oozing areas of the
first whipping, she was barely conscious.
“Now 04/08/12 I want you to call out to your sister convicts what your
have learned tonight and if I don’t like your answer I will continue
this little dance of yours indefinitely.”
04/08/12 was barely aware she was still alive but that part of her that
had allowed her to survive this long took over and 04/08/12 somehow
croaked out, “not...disobey.”
“What slut? Louder. No one can hear you.”
“I will not disobey.”
Sara turned to the convicts and the turned back to 04/08/12, “I don’t
think they heard you now again and louder, slut.”
“I    WILL   NOT  DISOBEY.”
“All right ladies and gentlemen this concludes our little punishment
session for tonight, now someone from 04/08/12 work crew get up and get
this bitch, clean her up and she is to be at work tomorrow.  She has a
full day ahead of her.
Oh and 07/34/67 and 90/17/50 you two will report to me in ten minutes I
want to “talk” about your attitudes.  
The warden then wiped her cane with 04/08/12’s prison dress and
proceeded from the area, chuckling to herself that before this night was
done her lust would be spent on the two new convicts.  04/08/12 had just
been a warm up for the main show in her private dungeon.

NEXT "THE WARDEN'S LAIR"


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