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SISSY
by Sissy
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(part 7)
When I was led into the court room and I saw the judge, I just knew I
was in very deep shit. It was the same judge as last time.
"Girl, the last time you were in front of me, you promised I would never
see you here again. But here you are. You nothing more than a worthless
tramp. I hereby find you guilty of charges of prostitution, resisting
arrest, assaulting a police officer and violation of probation. You will
spend not less than one year for each charge at the county work farm.
Anything less than 100% on your part will increase your sentence. Guard,
take this slut to my chambers so I can more fully impart my
disappointment in her actions. NEXT!"
I was escorted by a sheriff to the judge's chambers and locked in. About
an hour later the judge entered. After removing his robes, the judge
slid the fingers of his right hand into my hair, then making a fist he
gain total control of my body. With his left hand, he undid the belt and
drop his trousers. Stepping out of them, he walked backwards toward his
desk and sat in his chair. All the while he pulled me with him and into
his crotch. Even the dumbest blonde could figure out what was expected.
And I proceeded with vigor. It was dark outside by the time the judge
had finished admonishing me and the guard led me in heavy chains to the
prison van. I was tossed in and the door was locked. It was unlit
inside, but I can tell you that it was bare metal with a bench on the
right side. It was also unheated and very cold. Sometime after the trip
started, the van stopped and the door was opened. The guard and a matron
pulled me from the back and dragged me by the shoulders to a small
shack. Inside I was thrown to the floor and left.
The next morning, the door to my temporary cell was opened and in
stepped a tall woman who introduced herself as the warden. A guard
escorted me to the warden's office. Once there the warden interviewed me
and my file. And then told me a little about the farm and it's rules.
The farm was large by agricultural standards almost 200 thousand acres.
It was surrounded by a 20 foot high cyclone fence that was topped by
razor wire. Around the compound, there were several guard towers that
were manned 24 hours a day seven days a week. On the out areas there
were a few towers and they were manned only when there were prisoners in
the fields. The rules were very simple and easy to remember even for a
blonde.
1. Obey every command and order.
2. Work hard.
3. Keep clean.
4. Wear the proper uniform.
The punishment varies and is very strict and swift. Each girl is
assigned a job on the farm. The best duties are in the kitchen or in the
staff quarters. The worst duties are in the barns. I was assigned to the
fields and issued a uniform. It was a pair of cutoffs two sizes too
small, a short tank top a size too small and a pair of canvass sneakers.
My first job assignment was carrying a water bucket. I walked about the
field watering the other girls. The guards had their own canteens. When
my bucket was low I walk to the water truck that was parked between
fields and filled my bucket. I was a little slow the first day, so the
guard ordered me to remove my sneakers. The rest of the day was spent
walking bare footed. By the end of the day my feet were sore and
blistered. The work day ran from 7AM to 7PM six days a week. Sunday we
were off unless one was being punished. That night I hobbled into my new
home for the next four years. It was a military style barracks with
large bays. Each bay was separated by chain link fence from the others.
Twenty bunks were arranged in rows in each bay. The bed were metal
framed, with a thin lumpy mattress and a thread bare blanket. There were
several rings welded in several places on each bed. I knew what the were
for as I had seen them before. My bed was in the far corner. As I laid
down totally exhausted, Several of the larger girls jumped on me and
held me down. Stripping me, they used me for their pleasure, such as it
was. The pecking order was much like a male prison. The larger prisoners
use the smaller ones. The smaller, prettier ones find a mama to protect
them in exchange for services.
There were other duties. The guards had first crack at the girls after
the warden. One took a liking to me and had me assigned to her as her
maid. After working all day in the fields, I would go the her rooms and
service her. She used my mouth mostly. She did like foot massasse and
back rubs. Once and awhile, she put on a strap-on, tie me down and fuck
me anally. One night while she had the duty, I was tied over the foot of
my bed. The warden entered the bay wearing a rain coat. She opened it
and all she was wearing was a pair of dildo panties with the largest
black dildo I had seen in a long time. She wasted no time using it on
me. After she orgasmed for the last time, she pulled out, closed her
coat and walked out. One day I was assigned for the day to the field
kitchen. The field kitchen prepared the meals for the field crews. The
cook was a large ugly man who seemed intent on undressing me. Finally
after the meals were served, he pulled down my cutoffs, threw me into
the mud, jumped on me and after prying my legs apart raped me. After he
was sated, he cleaned himself off in my hair, and walked away. I spent
the afternoon cleaning the kitchen and myself.
The guards were mostly cut from the same mold. They were tall and heavy,
most were over 5'9" and weighed at least 160 pounds. Mean, they liked to
whip the girls for the slightest thing. Beatings were the norm. Dildo
rape was also a normal activity. The guards uniform was military style,
dark blue with lots of leather.
The warden was very tall, six feet tall in fact and very slim. A size 8.
She was very attractive, looking like a model with an innocent face. But
that face hid a very cruel streak. She loved to tease the prisoners. She
loved whipping and caning the girls. She orgasmed on the site of blood
running down one of her victims. You could see her shudder from it. At
night she would fist fuck her girl for the night. She dress was very
conservative. Suits that were very school marmish. She was a flaming
dyke. She loved to take young pretty prisoners especially new ones and
rape them with her extra large strap-on dildo. When they were no new
prisoners, she had a roster of mama's girls she would pick from for a
night of pleasure, for her. Hell for the girl. Before long, I was
assigned to her quarters as her maid and housekeeper. While my daily
duties kept me busy, they didn't keep me as busy as my nightly duties.
During the day, I cleaned the quarters, laundry, dishes and whatever
else the Warden decided. Usually during the day a guard would bring a
girl around and lock her in a closet. When this happened, I knew my
nightly duties would be fairly light. When it don't happen, my night
would be a long a painful one. After office hour, I would bath the
Warden and prepare her for the evening's festivities. After she opened
the locked closet, I would take the girl into the bathroom and clean her
for her night with the warden. I would help her dress in a sexy outfit
to excite the warden. Following that, I would lead the girl into the
warden's bedroom and then retire for the night. I was assigned a small
room in the Warden's quarters. In reality, it was not much more than a
larger than normal closet. I would lie there shivering listening to the
cries and screams throughout the night. Early the next morning, I would
drag the girl from the room, clean her up and turn her over to the guard
outside the door. The girl would then be taken to the infirmary where
she was medically cleaned up and then she spent the next week in the
discipline facility. After she had healed up, she would be placed into
the general population when everyone knew what had happened. Her records
would show a failed escape attempt and her sentence would be adjusted
accordingly. A punishment for being young and pretty. When the warden
used me, she loved using her extra large dildo in my ass and whipping my
ass with a weighted crop. I would cry and scream much like the other
girls. However, she didn't abuse as much as the others, probably because
her quarters wouldn't get cleaned the next day. Maybe because since she
had me before, I didn't excite her as much. A few months later, I was
resigned to the warden's office as a secretary. My duties during the day
were much like any other secretary anywhere else in the world. After
office hours I spent the night in the guards' quarters. I was not
assigned a room of any type but that didn't matter as I spent the night
in the bed of whatever guard who's fancy I took. These were some of the
most comfortable nights I had spent in a very long time. There was not
much more than oral sex. After cleaning up in the morning I would go
back to the office for another full day of work.
There was a large farm house just outside the fence. In fact the back
wall was against the fence itself. A couple of time I wondered why it
was there, but I didn't give it much thought. I found out for myself
after working in the office for a couple months. The warden called me
into her office and had me kneel before her.
"Girl, you have done good work here and I sorry I have to lose you. But
you now have a new assignment. I know you somewhat different than the
other girls, but it will matter little there. You are being assigned to
the farm-house. Yes, I know you have wondered about it and now you will
know. The reason it wasn't torn down was that it is a money making
enterprise for the farm. It is a whorehouse. Any pretty slut who has
been here for awhile and is properly broken in is assigned there for the
rest of her term. If it isn't long enough or she is a real money maker
her term is extended by escape attempts. I predict that your term there
will be very long indeed. GUARD! Take this slut whore away."
With that I was taken to the farmhouse and turned over to the madam.
This lady was a older lady who was at least 60 pounds overweight. I was
given a very quick tour of the place and told the rules. And the rules
were very simple.
1. Turn all money over the madam. Including tips. 2. No escape attempts
permitted. 3. Not allowed outside without an escort. 4. Responsible for
other duties 5. Keep clean at all times. 6. Obey
The penalties were severe. Whipping with a rubber whip were the norm.
Didn't want damaged merchandise.
I was assigned a small room on the third floor. It was just big enough
to hold a small metal frame bed and a narrow dresser. The dresser held a
tin wash bowl and a pitcher. My work day was 24 hours a day and the work
week was seven days a week. When we were not working customers or other
duties we could sleep. If we didn't perform up to snuff the madam would
encourage us with her rubber whip. Once was definitely enough. The
clients were all men, usually lower class working men. The fees were
paid to the madam usually, but we weren't paid at all. Most of the
services performed were suck and fuck. But the was a lot of S&M, there
was a large room available on the first floor for those into it. It was
fully equipped with whips, crops, chains, etc. Any girl who went into
that room was given time off to recover. Next door was a room for those
into watersports. It contained a bathtub, a tiled floor with a drain and
a toilet mounted on a low wooden platform. Girls used here were not
given time off, but were expected to clean up fully before working the
next client.
Once a week we were examined by a doctor from the work farm, as well as
daily inspections by the madam. One night I had just finished servicing
a client. He was a 250 pound truck driver who hadn't wash for a week and
liked using the hershey bar highway. As I walked down the stairway
toward the lounge, where we waited for clients, I saw the madam talking
to a very well dressed foreigner. The swarthy look and the London cut
clothing gave him away. He was wearing a very well mad tailor made suite
and a lot (for a man) of gold jewelry. He took me to my room and used me
anally and orally and then had me dress in my uniform. Upon standing up,
he handcuffed me behind my back and led me down the stairs and out the
door. But not before draping an overcoat over my shoulders. Outside was
an unmarked police car into which I was place, in the back seat. The
ride was to an expensive hotel where I was removed from the car and
taken to a suite of rooms. I was stripped and allowed to wash up. After
that I was handcuffed in the bed and the man climbed into the bed.
The next morning, I again cleaned up and then dressed into the clothing
the man a supplied. They were very chic, well made and fit very well.
After I dressed, the man had me rise my skirt and drop my panties. He
then installed a chastity belt on me which he lock securely. Before we
left the room he restrained my wrists behind me with a pair of
handcuffs. In the lobby, we were met by a plain clothes police office
and led to another unmarked police car. Placing me in the back, the
officer got in after me while the man got in the front. And off we went.
During the drive the officer fondled my breasts and then he pulled my
head into his crotch where his cock was exposed and waiting. As we drove
onto the airport, he exploded into my mouth. I had just finished
cleaning him up when we rolled to a stop at the international terminal.
Both police officers shook hands with the man, the one in back patted my
head and they drove off.
Inside the terminal, he led me toward the gate area. At security, he
showed an ID of some sort and we went through although my handcuffs set
off the alarms. At the counter of a well known foreign airline, he
handed a ticket folder to the agent, who handed him two boarding passes.
When the agent gave the pre-boarding announcement we got on the
aircraft. It was a wide-body aircraft so we had a row to ourselves. The
window for me and an aisle for him. Of course it was in coach. It was a
long trip and I fell asleep shortly after dinner. It was one of the
better meals I had eaten in a long time. I would have loved to see the
movie. It was about this woman playing a man playing a woman. But he
would allow me a set of earphones. So I fell asleep. As the airplane
started its final descent into our destination, I awoke. We sat in the
aircraft until the other passengers got out, then we followed. The
customs and immigration agents met us on the jet way. When the man
showed a paper to them they stood aside and let us pass as we walked
down the stairs leading to the ramp. There a long dark limo was waiting.
The driver was holding the door open. He was tall, over 6 feet, and
dressed in a black uniform. I was placed in back and the door was
closed. The driver got in and off we drove. The man didn't get in. What
was going on?
More than a hour later I found out as we drove through the gate. It was
Mistress Ivana's slave farm. I was home, or as much of home as I now
had. The limo glided to a stop at the front door of the house. There I
was met by Mistress Susan, who led me into the house and into an office,
her office. There I found out why I was back.
"Slut, I have been following your adventures since you left here. And
had decided you were now ready to return. To tell the truth, I very much
enjoyed your use and service. Since you left the last time, I have
become Mistress Ivana'a heir apparent with an office and a staff of my
own. You were purchased by me to become a member of my staff. I now own
you fully and completely. Of course you will serve my fully, as always.
Your duties will vary, but they will be interesting."
With that my life changed to what it is now. I am Mistress Susan
personal slut. I serve and service only her. After she and Mistress
Ivana make love I clean her out with my tongue. There are many personal
duties for me to perform. She sometimes loans me to friends and clients,
but mostly I am used only by her. During the day, I work at the school.
I assist the instructors by being a monitor, or a model or as a
demonstration piece. When there are clients to show around, Mistress
Susan has me guide them. They get a thrill out being guided by a former
student who can give them an excellent insight on what is going on with
the students. The majority of my work is as a secretary/receptionist for
Mistress Susan. I spent my day chained to my desk and not figuratively.
When I am needed elsewhere or my duties there are done, I am unchained
and sent to other duties. I am kept very busy, but that is how it should
be. It also helps to keep me from remembering how I was and how I got
this way. I don't miss it, any of it. I love myself as I am and I love
my new life. I love Mistress Susan. I have been begging Her to allow me
to have a new operation to have a fully functional pussy. She still
refuses me. She said I am not a full female and never will be. Maybe
someday.
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