Chapter 12

Ray's eyes bulged as he heard the click of a key in the lock of the door in that cell next to his, saw the metal door swing open, and saw to his consternation Judge Austin W. Black and Dr. Archibald Fenwick enter and close the door behind them.

Dr. Archibald Fenwick wore sandals and a white intern's blouse and trousers-under which he was stark naked. The white-haired Judge wore only a silk bathrobe and sandals. Dr. Fenwick, squinting behind his thick-lensed spectacles, carried a black bag which he now placed on a metal footstool near the door. Then he rubbed his hands and glanced at the Judge and remarked in an oily voice, "Really, Austin, this is a charming specimen!"

"It is indeed," Judge Black chuckled. "She's to have special treatment, Archie boy. You see, she's not a regular convict, not like the others. She's the brand-new bride of one of our young guards, a very personable fellow, but unfortunately a little dense. Got himself into quite a mess, that young Mr. Hickey."

"Judge Black! Oh in Christ's name, I'm here, I'm here!" Ray bellowed at the top of his voice, straining at his bonds. But the sound of his own voice reverberated back to him, mockingly echoed by the stone walls of the cell in which he was tied, forced to watch the degradation of his naked young bride by these two lecherous perverts.

It was as if he had not even spoken, or of course the sound was not conveyed into that next cell, thanks to the ingenious electronic engineering which the Judge himself had arranged and for just such intimate little seances as this.

"You see, we expect our guards to be models of propriety. After all, we ought really to have nothing but matrons here. But sometimes you need a strong man to do work that a woman can't do," the Judge was explaining to the smirking physician. "But when we do have to hire a man, we screen him pretty well, Archie. And so it shocks me to think that one of our new guards, especially a man just married to such a gorgeous little piece of ass as this you see before you, would play around with some of the prisoners just because he has the unfair advantage of being alone with them."

"You don't say, Austin! Tsk, tsk! He certainly should have known better," the fat bald doctor lisped. His speech was unctuous and his voice mellow but with an affectatious and almost childish mannerism of slurring and accenting. "I take it, then, Austin, that this is by way of a little punishment for the young lady. It does seem such a pity, though, if she's not a prisoner."

"That's true. But in a way I'm doing them both a favor. Ray is going to learn a good lesson not to get himself involved with the pretty bitches he has to work with here and whom he should treat only as prisoners. Do you know that after he whipped one of our young eighteen-year-old blonde vagrants, he actually went ahead and raped her?"

"No!" Dr. Fenwick breathed, "my, my, you just can't trust anyone nowadays, can you, Austin? Well now, what do you want me to do to Mrs. Hickey?"

"I want a complete examination. A gynecological, quite thorough. I want to have a look at her uterus and the cervix, just to make sure she can have babies. I want her thoroughly stretched and lighted up and poked out so we know what makes her tick. Then maybe we can give Ray a few tips about her."

Again Ray shouted until he thought his throat-cords would shatter, his face was red and swollen as he lunged madly at the cords which bound him to the round post. But the two perverts in the next room went on tauntingly discussing their imminent prey without the slightest concern or awareness of his presence so nearby.

Ray wanted to protest, to tell the Judge that Dr. Sayers had ordered him to flog and then ravish Myrtle, and that he had only carried out the order. It wasn't fair, oh those dirty bastards, to treat poor Reenie so! He ground his teeth savagely, and again lunged at the bonds, but they had been tied much too expertly to allow the slightest freedom. Panting, sweating, his eyes bloodshot and dilated, he stared through the rectangular glass one-way panel at the sight unfolding beyond him, powerless to avert it in the slightest iota.

Hearing this ironically casual discussion of her helpless, naked body and of her husband, Irene Hickey raised her head, her mouth gaping in a wild cry of terrified shame and anguish: "Oh Lord, J-Judge Black-oh what are you going to do to me? What are you saying about Ray? Oh please, let me down, my legs and arms hurt so terribly, and I'm naked-naked-oh please, it isn't right-I'm a decent girl-I haven't done a thing-please don't hurt me, please!"

"We haven't the least malice towards you, dear Reenie," Judge Black purred, "but your impetuous young husband has to be taught a lesson. Just think, you've only been married six months, and he's already cheating on you. Why, that young rogue has sneaked off into the corners of a couple of our cells and, would you believe it, screwed some of the prettiest girls we've ever had sentenced here. I should know, I sentenced them myself. Now I should think, with a girl like you in bed, Ray wouldn't be looking around for any other brand of pussy."

"I don't believe it! It's not true-he loves me-he certainly wouldn't go with any other woman-oh please, let me down, let me down, put some clothes on me, for God's sake!" Irene's voice broke with tearful sobs as she writhed and squirmed in midair.

The play of her muscles along the thighs and calves was fascinating to both men, whose eyes blazed with an unholy lust as they watched her magnificent creamy buttocks contract in spasm, exposing glimpses of the adorable plump little pink cleft of her still virgin asshole. For Irene Hickey, though wed six months to her virile husband, retained two of her maidenheads: those of mouth and anus. Tonight they would be sacrificed to the perverse rut of the white-haired ruler of Welfare Island and his perverse and expert medical advisor.

"Archie, I'd like you to examine Reenie's quim. Tell me what you think about her clitoris and what degree of sensitivity she's likely to have," the white-haired Judge drawled, clapping the fat bald doctor on the back.

Dr. Archibald Fenwick walked calmly between Irene Hickey's hugely straddled thighs, while Ray Hickey in the other cell shrieked and foamed at the mouth in his delirium: "Oh God, you dirty son of a bitch, don't you dare touch Reenie! Let go of her, or I'll break your fat neck, you dirty queer! Judge, Judge, listen to me, for Christ sake, this is a terrible mistake-whatever I did to those girls was done on orders, and you know it! You've got no right to treat my wife this way, not poor little Reenie, oh my God, you dirty bastard, you scum, kidnapping my poor little wife and bringing her here to use her with your dirty little games!"

Dr. Archibald Fenwick placed his soft moist fingers on the insides of Irene Hickey's creamy thighs, and at once the blindfolded brunette uttered a choking cry, "Oh no, don't, don't touch me, oh I'm so ashamed! My God, Judge, don't let them do this to me, I don't deserve this, and I don't believe that Ray did what you said, I can't believe it!"

"Now that's a loving loyal little wife for you," Austin W. Black purred sadistically, "but you see, dear, we've taken some movies complete with sound tracks of your husband's little extra-marital fun and games. If you'd like, we'd be happy to show them to you-but not till you've had a little lesson how to be a real sexy wife who'll keep her husband in bed with her where he belongs from now on. Proceed, Archie."

The bespectacled doctor's fingers moved towards the furry cleft of Irene Hickey's cunt, and Ray shrieked aloud, his face red and twisted with agony, as he saw them graze the delicate pink petals of Irene's lovecleft. Frantically, the blindfolded naked brunette twisted and arched her body in midair, trying desperately to evade the sullying and obscene touches of the fat doctor. And then she uttered a piercing cry; his right forefinger had just probed inside her cunthole, and was attacking the dainty little nodule of her clitoris, rubbing it slowly back and forth, pressing it back into the soft moist cowl of protective pussyflesh, drawing convulsive squirmings from the shamed, crimson-faced and weeping young woman.

"Quite a good clitoridial development, Austin," he pronounced didactically. "Not abnormal in the least, but quite sensitive. You can see for yourself how she's jerking about. I'd say that intercourse with concentration on the clitoris would bring about a very satisfactory orgasm. But of course I'll need the speculum to make a thorough examination, as you suggest."

By all means, Archie. Use whatever you need to make sure that Reenie's built for fucking," Judge Black said with gloating obscenity.

Mad with shame and powerless rage, the young husband struggled at the post in the other room while he saw and heard what was taking place. He watched the bespectacled doctor now withdraw his forefinger, only to tickle the tender perineum of the sobbing and squirming young brunette, and then delicately prod it between the puckering lips of Irene Hickey's virginal asshole, which produced a new piercing shriek of indescribable humiliation and shame: "Eeeyarrrhhhh!! Oh take your finger away from there, oh please, Judge, don't let him shame me like this, oh God, I'm so ashamed, I want to die, oh please take it away!"

"Before you try the speculum, Archie," Judge Black proposed, "let's see what a little feathering will do for this sweet piece of creamy-skinned cuke-meat. Did you remember to bring one along in your medical bag?"

"Oh my goodness yes, Austin," Dr. Archibald Fenwick almost giggled like a woman. He scurried back to the black bag, opened it and took out the long curly, fleecy ostrich plume, and returned to his post between Irene Hickey's straddled thighs. The plume began to glide along the insides of those ivory columns, which shook and flexed and shuddered violently while Irene whimpered, turning her face this way and that, lifting her head, trying to see through the bandanna and constantly imploring in the most tearful and stammeringly anguished words a reprieve from this atrocious profanation of her wifely modesty.

As the ostrich feather began to glide over Irene Hickey's inner thighs and then capriciously rasp over her bellybutton, the naked blindfolded young brunette groaned and sobbed unceasingly, her fingers clawing the air and her body shaking like veritable living hammock. In the other cell, his eyes glazed and bulging, her husband watched this nightmarish phantasmagoria which he was powerless to avert whatever those two sophisticated sexual perverts cared to perpetrate on that voluptuous ivory-sheened body which up to now only he had had the right to bare, caress and fuck.

But the public address system which had been so ingeniously filtered into his cell had enabled him to hear Judge Black's taunting commentary to Dr. Archibald Fenwick, and with a kind of guilty anguish Ray realized that he had been neatly diabolically trapped. In the pursuit of his duties as guard of Welfare Island, he knew perfectly well that he had been ordered to carry out not only the flogging of certain obstinate and rebellious young prisoners but also to violate them... yet now this had been turned against him and movies had been made of his assaults upon these prisoners, movies which were to be used as heinous blackmail which would be held over not only his own head but poor Irene's as well!

"This young woman is quite sensitive, I'd say, Austin," the fat bald medico presently remarked as he halted the tickling of the ostrich feather over Irene's shivering naked body. "She's a very cooperative specimen and I should say that, now that you tell me that she is married, her husband is a very fortunate young man."

"Indeed he is," the white-haired judge cynically retorted, "because he has her in bed every night, and yet that greedy young scoundrel isn't content with such a lovely piece of ass as Reenie but has to go sniffing around for all the pussy he can find on the side. That's why, Archie, I believe that he really shouldn't object if just once he shares the wealth with us less fortunate mortals. Now, before you pursue your examination with those instruments you brought along in your black bag, I want to ask Reenie a few intimate personal questions. I think the answers will be most edifying in advance of your thorough inspection of her many little love secrets, Archie my boy."

With this, the Judge turned to the footstool on which the black medical bag reposed and picked up a little birch switch, the bark from which had been peeled off. It was about twenty inches long, tapering into a very stingy and flexible end. Grasping this in his right hand he took his stance between Irene Hickey's straddled naked legs and, posing his left palm on her shuddering belly, purred: "Now then, my dear, in your own best interest, let me advise you to answer my questions as truthfully as you can, or I am afraid that we shall have to use persuasive means."

"Oh God, oh Judge Black," the naked brunette sobbed heartrendingly, "for God's sake, why are you doing this to me? Oh please let me down, those ropes are cutting into my limbs so horribly, I can't stand it much longer! Oh please, I've done nothing wrong, I'm just Ray's wife, he loves me, and I love him! It's shameful of you and that other man to keep me tied like this without any clothes on, it's so dreadfully shameful!"

"No more shameful, Reenie, than your husband's playing around with these underaged little tramps who were sent to this prison to be reformed and not to be fucked the way Ray has done to them," was the ironic answer.

"Ohhh! I don't believe that, I can't! He loves me, he's a decent man, he wouldn't do a thing like that!"

"Oh no? Archie, didn't we bring along a canister of film and a movie projector?" The Judge turned to the fat bald Doctor with an ingratiating smile.

"Why yes, I believe we did. I think that nice Negro guard, Sam, has already brought them in. And there's a screen too, folded up on it's stand- yes, I see it all there."

"Fine. Why don't you set it up like a good fellow, Archie, and I'll take Reenie's blindfold off and I'll let her watch for herself how her husband spends his time when he's being paid to guard the prisoners and not to screw them?" Judge Austin Black sardonically declared.

Ray felt beads of sweat begin to pour off him and stand out on his forehead, while his throat went suddenly dry, at the mention of the film. If only he could get into the next cell and tell his darling Reenie that he had been ordered to do what he had done... it didn't mean that he didn't love her, it had nothing to do with that. It was his job and the job was making money for them and giving them comforts in the little farmhouse. Oh God, what would she think of him? What film were they going to show?

Meanwhile Doctor Fenwick had set up the screen at the door of the cell and placed the projector on another metal footstool. There was a power generator into which the projector was plugged and Judge Black now carefully untied the black bandanna and whisked it off. Standing behind the straddled horizontally pinioned naked brunette, he put both hands to the back of her lovely head and tilted her head up saying, "Why, this is as good as a loge seat in our little arena, darling. You're going to get a private preview of a very tasty little stag movie which a lot of my important guests are going to enjoy next weekend. Start it up, Archie!"

"NOOOO!!!! Oh you dirty fucking bastard you!!! Stop it Reenie, don't pay any attention to it, I had to do it, they made me, it was my job!!" Ray Hickey shrieked at the top of his voice as he lunged against the cords which held him to the wooden stake.

But only the echo of his own hoarse cries came back into his buzzing ears as with beating heart and throbbing temples he saw the fat bald Doctor flick a switch and then heard the whir of the projector and saw suddenly on that screen by the door the scene-the scene of himself and blonde young Myrtle Pellis whom he had flogged and fucked this very evening!

Irene Hickey uttered a startled cry as she saw the movie beginning with the scene in which Ray opened the door, closed it and then walked towards the young prisoner who had been tethered with her wrists dragged high above her head and fixed in the metal ring set in the shipping post. And he saw himself again draw back the leather paddle and direct its wickedly flexible applicator across Myrtle's naked, huddling bottom globes, saw her body contract and jerk under the infernal kiss of an instrument which did not cut the skin but which inflicted unspeakable burning torment throughout her tender young flesh.

Irene Hickey was sobbing wildly: "Oh no-I don't want to look-turn it off-I can't believe- Oh my God-please have mercy-it isn't Ray-I know it isn't-oh God, please have pity on us both-!"

"It's no trick, Reenie dear," Judge Austin Black hoarsely proclaimed for from where he stood he could gaze down on the panting ivory titties of the beautiful captive and see the thick black triangle of her cunt. He could smell, too, with the nostrils of a connoisseur, the flavorful aroma of Irene Hickey's sweat and of her own naked womanflesh, compounded in an exquisitely salacious distillation, and under his bathrobe his prick was gigantic with rut.

"You'd better watch, you pretty little bitch, or I'll use a switch on your bare titties," he muttered. Supporting her head with his left hand now, he lifted up the peeled little birch switch and flicked it first against her right tittie, then the left.

"Eeeowwuuu! Oh not there, oh Judge, oh don't hurt me like that, I haven't done anything!" Irene screamed as her body jerked in the air.

"Then keep your eyes open and watch until the movie is over, baby," he panted.

Ray Hickey was bathed in sweat and his muscles were aching as he stood against his stake of Tantalus and watched the film unfold, loosing not a single detail of his whipping Mrytle and then his fucking her. He closed his eyes when the last of the film was finally run off, and uttered a low sobbing groan. What would he every say to Reenie when he came face to face with her... and how could he dare tell her that he had seen not only that film but also what those bastards were doing to her?

"Well, you've seen it for yourself, Reenie," Judge Black chuckled. "Now, we're going to start our little question and answer game. I'll ask the questions, you give the answers and if you don't you'll feel this good switch over your big white titties. And maybe between you squirmy straddled bare legs, too, Reenie honey. Archie, get the speculum ready and put it up against her twat!"

"NOOOOO!!! YOU GODDAMN FUCKING BASTARDS YOU!!! LET MY WIFE ALONE, YOU DIRTY COCKSUCKERS!!" Ray Hickey bellowed, mad with frustrated agony and shame. And once again only the booming echo of his own frenzied cries came back to him, for in the cell beyond the two men pursued their relentless dalliance with his naked helpless young wife.

The ostrich feather lay abandoned on Irene Hickey's belly, ready to inflict its diabolical dalliance again as desired.

Doctor Archibald Fenwick had taken out of his black bag, a curious gleaming metal instrument, which looked very much like an egg beater with a wooden handle. It was the famous speculum used by gynecologists to examine the womb and the vagina of the female. Stepping between Irene Hickey's hugely distended bare legs, the fat bald medico applied his left thumb and forefinger to the twitching pink plump lips of the captive's vulva and with his right hand pressed the oval-shaped end of the implement against the widened orifice.

The touch of the cold metal made Irene's body jerk convulsively, and she lifted her head and uttered a piercing scream when she saw exactly what was being done to her: "Ohowwwouuu!!!! Oh don't do that!! Oh my God, what are you going to do to me? Oh please, don't hurt me, please, Judge, don't let him, don't let him! Oh Ray, oh Ray, come help me, I'm afraid, oh my darling Ray, where are you?"

"I'M HERE, OH GODDAMN THOSE BASTARDS, REENIE DARLING!! OH YOU BASTARDS SONS OF BITCHES YOU, YOU LET MY WIFE ALONE! Ray Hickey shrieked as again he flung himself against the ropes which pinned him immutably to his stake of Tantalus.

"Just keep it posed right there where it's handy," Judge Black said hostily, for by now he was at the point of losing all his heroic self control. "All right, Reenie, here comes the first question. You've been married about six months, haven't you?"

"Why-yes-yes-oh God, don't let him hurt me, please, I haven't done anything! Oh please don't let him touch me there!" Irene Hickey whimpered. Her entire body was contracted as she summoned all her muscles to defend herself. Her neck ached from the strain of lifting her head from this prolonged horizontal pose in the air, and her wrists and ankles were cruelly chafed from the cords which kept her aloft and on her back, placed at the height of the waists of both her perverted torturers.

"If you honestly answer all my questions, Reenie girl, Archie won't stick that thing into your cunt, I promise," Judge Black purred while his left hand continued to press against Irene's soft neck to keep her head erect, and in his right hand the devilish little switch flourished, ready to strike like an adder. "Now then, how often does Ray fuck you every week? Three or four times a week, or more? I want the truth, you lovely black-haired little bitch you!"

"Oh God! How can you be so unspeakably cruel? I'm a decent g-g-girl, Judge Black. I-OHHHH NOOO! EEEEE!! OH TAKE IT OUT OF ME, IT'S TEARING ME TO PIECES, OH JUDGE HAVE MERCY, MAKE HIM TAKE IT OUT OF ME THERE!"

"Take it out of you where, honey!" Judge Black mockingly queried.

"OHHH PLEASE!! OUT OF ME, OH IT'S RIPPING ME, IT'S TEARING ME, OH MAKE HIM TAKE IT OUT OF ME!" Irene Hickey piercingly screamed again as her hips lunged and twisted in the air.

For Doctor Archibald Fenwick had very adroitly pressed home the eggbeater end of his medical instrument until it had entered the vaginal sheath and there he hovered it, his thumb on the little lever which would open the steel wands and distend and stretch the tender cavern of her sensitive young cunthole.

"You really will have to be more explicit," Judge Black drawled. "Where do you want him to take it out of, Reenie? Answer me!" And lifting his right hand, he brought the switch down with a cruel whisk across both her heaving titties.

"AIIII! Out of my spot, out of my spot!" the naked brunette screamed as again she jerked and squirmed violently.

"My, such a modest little darling! A young married wife ought to have a better vocabulary than that. Do you mean out of your pussy or your snatch or your cunt or your quim or your sweet little hot twat, Reenie baby?" the white-haired Judge greedily mouthed. "Answer me!" And once again the switch darted down to flick over the panting ivory turrets, biting over both tender nipples.

Irene Hickey's body described a living arc as, her eyes exorbitant and her mouth gaping in a strident hysterical shriek, she assented: "EEEOWW!! Yes, yes, only have him take it out of me there, oh my God, it hurts, I'm afraid, oh Ray, save me!"

"All right, now you're being a little more frank with us, honey, but you'd better try a little harder to do better than that. We know now where the speculum is. But you still haven't answered my original question Reenie baby. How many times a week does Ray fuck you in bed? I'm going to count to five real quick, and if you haven't answered by then Archie is going to open up the speculum and stretch your cunt a yard wide!"

In the other cell, Ray Hickey had bitten his lips to the blood and his eyes were bulging and his face was crimson as he twisted and jerked himself uselessly against the unyielding cords. Tears ran down his cheeks, and he was panting hoarsely. And there was still another phenomenon to be observed... his prick was erect and, because the Negro guard Sam Talbot had already dragged open his zipper, his male organ now emerged in all its violent virility... and this was the supreme Tantalus which Judge Austin W. Black had so fiendishly anticipated. For in watching his own innocent young wife put to sexual torture, the helpless young husband would be sexually roused against every shred of moral decency and manner, and would thus be coated with the same brush of perverse and obscene lust that tainted the fat bald doctor and the white-haired Judge of Catayunga's Municipal Court!

"All right, Reenie," the Judge resumed, "here's your count... one... two... three... you'd better hurry, baby... four-"

"Oh no, wait, don't do it to me, don't have him do it to me," Irene Hickey screamed as she tried to twist her face around to implore the white-haired Judge. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you, just don't have him open that horrible thing inside of me!"

"Speak up, then, because Archie is getting impatient," Judge Black demanded.

Irene Hickey closed her eyes and her body shook with sobs as faintly she forced herself to stammer, "He-he-makes-love to me almost every-n-n -night... oh my God, now won't you let me go? Take that horrid cold metal thing out of me, oh please!"

"I don't blame Ray at all for wanting to fuck you every night, you lovely whiteskinned bitch you," Judge Black crooned as he began to flick the little switch here and there over Irene's panting naked titties and waist and tender sides, making her squeal and sob and wriggle in the most naked and salacious way, hoisted in the air as she was and held up only by those four cords at wrist and ankles. "Archie, this Ray fellow must be quite a stud, what with fucking Reenie here practically every night and still having some juice left for our prisoners that we put in his custody. The man must be a satyr!"

"He certainly must be, Austin. Shall I open the speculum now?"

"Oh noooo!" Irene shrieked as she lifted her head and stared down at the fat grinning medico. "Oh please take it out of me, oh my God, I'll tell you anything, only please don't torture me, don't hurt me there, I'm so sensitive there! That cold metal's stretching me awfully, oh please!"

"REENIE, FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T GIVE IN TO THOSE GODDAMN BASTARDS!!!" Ray Hickey bellowed from the next cell.

"You see, Reenie, when you tell the truth, you don't get punished. Now the next question, and pay careful attention," the Judge continued. He ran his left hand affectionately over Irene's perspiring forehead and then grabbed her thick black ponytail and yanked it viciously, making her cry out with terror and pain. "Now this is the next question. Has he ever put it into you any place else besides where Archie has the speculum right now?"

"I-I don't know what you mean, Judge, oh for God's sake, please let me down, I'm going to faint, it hurts me so, oh please let me down and put some clothes on, dear God-"

"Archie, open it up just a little," the Judge commanded.

Licking his sensual, moist mouth, the fat bald doctor touched the spring and instantly Irene Hickey's naked body wrenched violently against the bonds, her head rose up again, her eyes glassy and bulging, and then her mouth opened in a hoarse wordless, inhuman shriek: "Ahhhoww-wuuueeeyarrahh!!!!!"

The eggbeater-like oval end of this implement had expanded about a quarter of its total diameter and the steel wands had forced apart the tender pink vaginal cavern till Irene felt as if she were being stretched apart and ripped asunder. There was, to be sure, no such danger, but so sensitive was the area in which the speculum was being applied and so aggravated was her nervous threshold because of the long cat-and-mouse game which these two perverts had played with her that it felt like all the tortures of the lowest region of the inferno.

"I told you that you have to speak out frankly, honey," the Judge said solicitously, making a motion for the bald medico to restore the speculum to its original size, at which Irene shuddered and her head sank back and she burst into hysterical sobs at the easing of this unspeakable dilation of her vaginal cavity. "All right, I'll give you one more chance, Reenie. Has Ray ever put his cock anywhere except between your naked legs, right where that speculum is now? Answer me quickly, or you'll really get it good!"

"Oh no! Oh my God no! Don't make me talk about such things, it's not decent, we're married, oh my God, no he hasn't-"

"And he hasn't put it into your mouth or into that dainty little brownhole between the cheeks of that delicious white ass of yours, has he, Reenie?" the Judge persisted.

Ray Hickey was foaming at the mouth now, and his chest was heaving violently as he struggled with the ropes that would not yield. He was mouthing unintelligible curses, he was shouting prayers for salvation, he was imploring his beautiful wife to hold out against those fiends. And no one saw him and no one heard him and this was Tantalus-torment as even the gods of Greek mythology could never have conceived it!

"Well, well, well, Archie, what do you know? She still has two virginities. Now then, Reenie, the last question... pay very close attention, darling 'cause otherwise that speculum is going to open up as far as it will go and you'll feel as if that sweet tight little snatch of yours was made into four!" the Judge warned. "If we let you go now, to punish Ray for his being such a naughty boy and fucking other girls instead of you, will you let us put our cocks in your mouth and asshole? Quickly now!"

"Oh God, no, no, how can you be so filthy, so horrible, so cruel, of course I won't-oh God- what are you going to do-oh please- EEEYYEEEEOWWUUUYYYAHHHYWW!!! her body jerked and twisted frenziedly in the air as the fat bald doctor pressed the lever home and the speculum expanded to its full diameter inside her tender cunthole.

Her mad screeching wordless and poignant clamor made both men shudder with overwhelming rut. At Judge Black's sign, Doctor Fenwick at last closed the speculum, and Irene shuddered and moaned and whimpered, bathed in sweat and tears, almost fainting with the extraordinarily savage martyrdom of her tender womb.

"Well?" Judge Black bent over her contorted, sweat-bathed face, the switch uplifted over her titties. "What's your answer?"

"Yes, anything-I swear, I can't stand it any more-oh Ray-forgive me-I can't stand it anymore-do anything you want but don't hurt me there anymore, oh please, Judge I'll do, oh take it away, oh God, yes!" Irene babbled.

And then, made sick with horror and disbelief in the next cell and through the one way glass panel, Hickey saw the two men strip naked and, each in turn standing on a footstool, pose his turgid prick over the naked young brunette's panting mouth so that she might suck and lick it till as last orgasm was achieved. Judge Black was first and then the doctor.

And when that was done, Doctor Fenwick cradled her panting, shaking, shuddering body in his arms while Judge Black deftly cut the cords which had supported her wrists and ankles, and Irene Hickey was made to kneel on all fours on a low wide bench on the other side of the cell. Then while Judge Black stood before her and grasped her ponytail with his left and tilted up her trembling chin with her right hand, she was obliged to suck his cock while behind her, panting and his face florid with his ignoble lust, Doctor Archibald Fenwick opened up the cheeks of that ivory bottom to expose the dainty puckering fissure of Irene Hickey's virgin asshole and took that maidenhead which even her own husband had not dared to profane. And then Irene was compelled to submit to the same degrading servicing of her two perverted executioners, as Judge Black was next to thrust himself deeply into her rectal sheath while Doctor Fenwick made her perform fellatio on his own limp and greased organ.

And seeing this, Ray Hickey felt his own passion rise blindingly obliterating all thought of the romantic love he had for his beautiful young wife... and watching as a corrupted voyeur, he felt his own seed spurt forth, drained from by the lubricous tableau which took place beyond that one-way glass.

This was the vengeance of Judge Austin W. Black and by his pernicious means of blackmail, he had now taken emprise of Ray Hickey's beautiful wife for whenever he wished, and at the same time held a stranglehold on the young guard to force him to be the tool of his own lecherous and criminal pursuits. Ray and Irene Hickey had indeed become slaves of Welfare Island!