Chapter 13

It was Sunday afternoon, the day after Ray Hickey had been compelled to watch his wife undergoing sexual torment and violation by Judge Black and Dr. Fenwick. The young couple had been sent home, after the judge had had them brought into Dr. Marjorie Sayers' private office, had the door locked behind him and then interviewed them both for nearly half an hour. Shamefaced, blushing, eyes downcast, Irene Hickey hadn't even dared look at her husband, while he had acted in almost the same guilty manner. Each of them now would resume their lives together, but it would never be the same as it had been during that sweet six months of honeymooning rapture. Each of them had known what lust meant, and their physical desire for each other would be warped by that knowledge... and at the end of the interview, each knew with a kind of sickening realization that Judge Austin W. Black would have the power to summon either or both of them back to Welfare Island for a "command performance."

The "stag movies" which the judge had had taken of Ray's "escapades" with condemned female prisoners would remain in his own safekeeping, he had told them. Ray would have his job, and a handsome salary boost in addition, provided he kept his mouth shut and Irene did the same. If she should so much as dare to talk to anyone at the News-Gazette, there would be immediate reprisal; Ray would be discharged and blackballed so that he could never find another job in the state, and she would be branded as a common prostitute and brought before the Municipal Court for a taste of Welfare Island's discipline as a convicted felon...

When the young couple had left to go back to their little farmhouse, the white-haired Judge went into the next room where the Lesbian superintendent was writing out a report on some of the new arrivals.

"I don't think we will have any more trouble with the Hickeys, my dear," he genially remarked. "You can count on Ray as one of the guards in the special program we're going to have in the arena two weeks from yesterday. I've got quite a lineup of important guests coming. There'll be Tony Rocco from the New Orleans syndicate, Jim Hunter from Memphis, Ed Parker from St. Louis, and Bob Delancy from Atlanta. And there'll be some important couples, including Mr. and Mrs. Phelps from Dallas. I understand they're looking for some new slaves. Old Crawford has his usual eye out for a teenaged filly, and Sheila is getting itchy for a new personal maid. Crawford just made half a million in a nice little stock deal through one of his holding companies, so he's loaded, and we're going to take away as much as we can. This is to be an all-out affair, Marjorie. The works. The finest food and liquor, plenty of champagne, the private suites, beautifully furnished, and a few of your properly disciplined little bitches assigned to those rooms for twenty-four hour-a-day service."

"It will be taken care of, Judge."

"I'm very pleased with you, Marjorie. Ever since I put you in here, you've done wonders with Welfare Island. The big boys of the syndicate are grateful, too. You'll have a little reward when the shindig is over. Rocco and Delancy are contributing a couple of thousand dollars-put it into a trust fund for Jackie and Betty when they're ready for college. Though in my opinion, they've just about graduated already, hahaha!"

"You're very kind, Judge. We've been very lucky so far. The last visit we had from the director of penal institutions from Little Rock was over a month ago, and he gave us a very good report."

"No reason why he shouldn't have, Marjorie. I get wind of everything that's going on in this state, and don't you forget it. Nobody is going to pull any raids on Welfare Island while I'm on the bench, not while the big boys have a private wire to my house and can tip me off. There are plenty of payoffs all over the organization, so I don't expect any hitches. You just keep training those girls, because I think the orders are going to increase in the next few months. How's Edith Garvin doing?"

"Reasonably well. I've kept her in an isolation cell, just as you suggested, with bread and water for a week. She's quite humble now. Jackie and Betty have been talking to her every so often, and I think you'll find her quite docile by the time you're ready to take her back into your house."

"I'd like to watch your daughters at work with her, if I might, Marjorie."

"It can be arranged. They've really been restless, those girls of mine," the red-haired Lesbian laughed, "and they're hoping you'll let them exhibit their talents two weeks from now."

"I intend to. Well, why don't you have Edith taken to the same cell that charming little Reenie occupied last night, and I'll just let myself in to the one next door so I can watch."

"Fine, Judge. I'll tell Betty and Jackie."

Half an hour later, two stout gray-haired matrons entered Edith Garvin's cell and led her down the stone steps to that dungeon in which beautiful brunette Irene Hickey had endured her nightmarish coercion by the white-haired Judge and his fat, bald medical accomplice. The lovely Jewess was no longer the defiant rebel she had been when Judge Black had confronted her for the first time after the five-year separation between employee and employer. Her face was pale, her eyes big and round with terror, and she poignantly begged the matrons to tell her what was to be done with her, spontaneously promising to be very good and obedient if they would only not punish her. Silently, however, they led her into the cell, and then Mrs. Durham, the older matron, in her mid-fifties, authoritatively commanded, "You're to strip naked, Garvin. Right this minute. And then you're to kneel down and face the door and clasp your hands and get ready to acknowledge your young trainers. When they come in, Garvin, kiss their boots and then thank them for spending so much time and trouble with you. You'd better not forget!"

"Oh, I won't, Matron, I won't," Edith Garvin fearfully gasped as, blushing furiously, she began to draw off the gray cotton dress which all prisoners were obliged to wear, and then the cheap cotton slip beneath it. Next came the bra and panties, whose filmy white nylon violently contrasted with the drab and inexpensive outer garments, and now she stood in only black cotton stockings held up by elastic garters on her plump thighs, and work shoes.

"You may keep those on, Garvin," Matron Durham decided.

"Thank you, Matron." As the two women left the cell, Edith Garvin hastily knelt down and pressed her soft fingers together in an attitude of prayer.

It seemed an interminable time, her knees aching from their pressure against the cold stone of the dungeon floor, until at last the door opened and Dr. Marjorie Sayers' two precociously sadistic daughters entered the cell. Jackie, at fourteen, was insolently provocative in her attire of a sleeveless white silk blouse, jodhpurs, black leather boots, and black leather gloves to her elbows. She flourished a silver-handled black leather riding crop, a present from the judge on her fourteenth birthday. Her black hair was cut in helmet style, her face was an insolent oval, with small, supercilious mouth and ripe upper lip, a straight nose with very sensuous wings, highset cheekbones, sparkling black eyes which gleamed with exultant cruelty as they fixed on the naked kneeling Edith Garvin. Against the thin silk blouse, her budding, pear-shaped titties arrogantly thrust, for she was naked under the blouse and jodhpurs.

Betty, the Lesbian's goldenhaired elder daughter, wore precisely the same costume as her sister, but instead of a riding crop she brandished a short rubber dog whip in her right hand. Her face was round, almost heartshaped, with large, innocent-looking blue eyes, a dainty snub nose, sensually ripe full mouth, rounded cheeks and deliriously dimpled chin. Her golden hair was formed in a thick plaited braid down to her shoulder-blades, with a sky-blue silk ribbon daintily tied to its middle. Against her blouse, highperched, splendidly rounded titties surged, while from her slim waist there flared upstandingly rounded buttocks, delightfully curved thighs and elegantly rounded calves. Jackie's skin was tawny, Betty's was baby-pink. Between these two girls there was an affinity which their mother had artfully taught them: a pitiless contempt for even the most mature women who should be put into their power. It delighted their mother to turn over some helpless female prisoner-like Edith Garvin, for example, and of that same age-and watch to see how her precocious daughters would expertly strip away the pride and rage and stoicism and heroism from the victim and reduce her to a groveling naked slave-bitch, ready to execute the most degrading orders. She had begun their training with the martyrdom of Laura Williams, her husband's doxy, and since then she had given them many opportunities to acquire a fiendish artistry with whip and fetters, implements of torture and bondage, and even to perform in the arena before the important guests.

While Jackie was a decided Lesbian like her mother, Betty, though also enjoying Sapphic delights, much preferred the male. Their mother, to be sure, had not let them lose their virginity to the opposite sex, understandable enough in view of her own hatred of the male. But Betty Sayers had an almost juvenile "crush" on handsome Jack Harkins, the brown-haired editor of the Catayunga News-Gazette. For three months ago he had visited this prison in the company of the State Director of Prisons, and had written a feature story. Dr. Sayers had taken the two men for a guided tour of inspection to the laundry and the kitchen, to the sewing room and the executive from Little Rock had been impressed and had given Dr. Sayers a very favorable recommendation for her work. Jack Harkins had had misgivings. He had sensed that more went on here than could meet the eye. He had felt there was graft and corruption behind Welfare Island's inception, and he was certain that somehow Judge Austin W. Black was very deeply involved...

Without waiting to be told, Edith Garvin promptly prostrated herself and kissed the booted feet of both her tyrannical young trainers. Then, straightening up on her knees, her hands still clasped in an attitude of prayer, she faintly stammered an expression of thanks for the trouble they had taken with her.

"Oh, that's all right, Edie," Jackie maliciously grinned. "We've got lots of time to work on you, haven't we, Betty? Now, let's see. Yesterday we taught you how to be a ponygirl, didn't we? Come to think of it, Jackie, we did," the goldenhaired older daughter of the Lesbian superintendent giggled. "So as a starter, suppose you show us how good you are today," Jackie concluded.

With this, she mounted astride Edith's back, as the latter docilely went down on all fours and bowed her head. Then, reaching back with her silverhandled riding crop, the black-haired little sadist called out, "Giddyup, horsie! Trot me all around the cell, and you'd better not tip me over, or I'll thrash your big ass to shreds, so help me!"

Edith Garvin at once obeyed. As quickly as she could, she crawled forward on the bare stone floor, with Jackie astride her back. Jackie's left hand had plunged into the unbound dark-brown tresses of the mature Jewess, using that as her reins, while reaching behind her, she nicked Edith's olive-sheened plump bottom repeatedly with the stinging, narrowed flap of the riding crop.

After a tour of the cell had been made, she brought Edith to a halt by yanking viciously on the older woman's hair, then dismounted.

"Not too bad," she pronounced. "Betty, you try it."

Meanwhile, in the adjacent cell, the same one in which Ray Hickey had been bound to the stake of Tantalus the night before, Judge Austin W. Black sat in an armchair before the one-way glass panel, his fly open, his penis throbbingly liberated, fondling it delicately as his eyes devoured the exquisite scene beyond.

"Now, Edie, just to show how nice and obedient you are so the Judgie will like you from now on," the black-haired little despot commanded, as she seated herself on the straight-backed chair in the center of the cell, "crawl over on all fours and ask me to give your big fat ass a good tanning!"

Edith Garvin burst into tears, but helplessly moved forward on the cold stone floor, her voluptuously ripe body all the more obscenely tempting in those black cotton stockings which hugged the curves of legs and thighs. Arrived before the chair, she quavered desolately, "Pl-please, M-Mistress J-Jackie, I-I beg you to g-give my b-big b-bare a-a ass a g-good h-hard-hard sp-sp-spanking to teach me how-how to be a g-g-good little sl-slave."

"I'll be glad to, Edie!" Dr. Sayers' younger daughter gleefully retorted. "Get yourself in position, then."

With a groan, poor Edith Garvin, her face scarlet with humiliation, draped herself across the teen-aged brunette's lap, bowing her head and resting her palms on the floor.

"What did I spank you with yesterday, do you remember?" Jackie guilefully demanded.

Edith's naked body shuddered violently at this mortifying question, but she understood that a truthful answer was imperative. "W-with the-the leather p-paddle, M-Mistress Jackie," she groaned.

"That's what I thought. Betty, lend me that cane of yours. I don't think Edie's ass has been caned all week. Thanks, Bets. Now then, Edie, I'm going to give you a baker's dozen right on the bare ass, do you understand? You're to say thanks for each one, and count them all out. Any ones you don't count are extra, get me?"

"Y-yes, M-Mistress J-Jackie," Edith Garvin groaned.

In the other cell, Judge Black's fingers were stroking his throbbing meatus, and he licked his lips as he leaned forward in his chair to follow the exquisite scene.

Putting her gloved left hand on the back of the victim's neck and forcing Edith's head still further down as a nuance of subjugation, the young black-haired dominatress lifted the cane in her right hand and applied a quick short stroke vertically, exactly bisecting the plump left hemisphere of Edith Garvin's bare bottom. The victim stiffened, one leg kicked up, and a sobbing: "OWW! OHH! One, Mistress Jackie, th-thanks, M-M-Mistress!"

"You're quite welcome, Edie. Keep counting now, so I can hear it, get me?" Jackie grinned. A vivid bright pink welt had sprung up on that olive-sheened flesh, and Edith Garvin's mouthwateringly opulent bottomglobes were contracting in an instinctive attempt to steel herself against the burning slashes of the cane.

Twelve more times it descended at varying intervals, prolonged the victim's torment to the utmost, and each drew a sobbing cry and, towards the last half dozen, imploring cries for mercy. But so well trained was Edith Garvin by this time that she did not forget to count nor to recite the demeaning formula of thanks.

Released, she went down on her knees, forbidden to rub her blazing bottom, and clasping her hands in prayer as she looked up at the young dominatress, tears streaming down her face, she stammered a formula of thanks for the thrashing and then kissed the cane and the gloved hand which had so ably administered it over her smarting naked bottom.

"Now we're going to give you another lesson in sex education," Jackie pursued. "I think you know enough by now how to take a guy on, but the Judgie might want you to get him all excited by girl-loving some cute bitch he's got invited to his house, see? Now you go over to my sister, open up her jodhpurs and gamahuch her. I'm going to give you three minutes by my wristwatch to make her come, and if you don't, I'm going to put you in a pillory with your bare feet standing on pebbles and thorns for a whole hour, Edie Garvin, and at the end of that hour I'm going to give you fifty swats with the leather paddle on the bare ass."

With a despairing sob, the weeping naked Jewess crawled over to goldenhaired Betty and after first kissing the latter's boots, tremblingly drew down the zipper of the jodhpurs, and with her soft little fingers gaped apart the fly to expose the golden-tufted mount of that delectable virgin cunt. Then, applying her mouth and tongue to the older girl's sexual orifice, Edith Garvin, once so chaste and prudish, proceeded noisily and hastily to gamahuch Betty Sayers while mockingly behind her, Jackie counted out the precious seconds as they ticked away:

"You've got one minute and five seconds left, you'd better get with it, Edie... fifty seconds now... how's she coming, Betty... or rather, how're you coming, teehee!"

Fortunately for poor Edith Garvin, Betty's own lascivious nature had been roused by watching the caning of the mature young woman and therefore just before the expiration of the allotted time she uttered a sobbing groan and, plunging her gloved fingers into Edith's disheveled hair, crushed the Jewess' panting mouth against her quaking cunt as she experienced the hot release of her lovedew. At that same moment, with a cry of rut, Judge Austin W. Black felt himself burst and his seminal outpouring spattered the glass panel through which he had been greedily devouring the scene before him....

It was Sunday evening and Jack Harkins had just taken Sally Dalby to dinner. He was more silent than usual, because just as they entered the restaurant, he had seen a black police wagon pull up in front of Sheriff Dawson's office, had seen the fat, moustachioed Sheriff emerge with two deputies, and unload the van of three attractive teenaged girls. One of them had resisted, and the Sheriff had slapped her across the mouth and then had one of his deputies handcuff her and shove her into the office. It was all very strange. What could those young girls have done to merit such brutality?

"You know, honey," he told Sally as they were sipping their coffee, "I just don't like what's going on in this town. I'm convinced that if I could prove Judge Black is running some sort of racket around this Welfare Island, I could clean up the town once and for all. But how the devil am I going to do it? That old goat is rich and powerful, and he's got syndicate money behind him, I'm sure of it."

"Maybe," said Sally Dalby brightly, "if someone could get sentenced to Welfare Island and keep her eyes open and find out what was happening, she could report back to the authorities on what's really going on."

Jack Harkins set down his coffee cup with a clatter and stared at his beautiful fiancee with delight: "Of course! That's it, that's it, Sally honey! But it would have to be somebody who wasn't known to the Judge and to that stupid Sheriff."

"Why couldn't I try it for you, Jack?"

"You? Good God, I'd just as soon send you into a dry creek full of rattlers as I would let you get into that so-called correctional institution," Jack Harkins shook his head.

"You're afraid they'd recognize me. But what if I dyed my hair? And pretended to be-well, a bad girl? You know, Jack honey. Didn't you tell me that sometimes Sheriff Dawson arrests girls who are soliciting in bars or hotels?"

"Certainly he does. Prostitution is illegal nearly everywhere in the country."

"I was thinking," Sally Dalby crinkled her lovely nose at him, "that maybe if I dyed my hair and put on a real short dress and painted my face and went to a bar and pretended I was on the make for money, I might get arrested and sent to Welfare Island. And you know I'm a trained reporter, darling. I could get the story you want-that is, if there is such a story."

"I don't like the idea. It's too dangerous. Still, at least I could rely on you. But you'd certainly have to dye your hair. That red mop of yours is known everywhere in Catayunga. And it's too beautiful to cut off-you mean you'd really do that for me, baby?"

"I-I'd do just about anything for you, Jack, and you keep putting it off, so I made up my mind I'd help you get this story so you'd get it out of your system and be ready to settle down with little me," Sally Dalby teasingly told him.

He took both her hands in his and leaned across the table and kissed her on the tip of her dainty nose. "You're all right, Sally Dalby. You're terrific! All right, we'll have to make plans very carefully, because if there's one slip, that old goat will be on his guard forever after. And besides, if they find out who you really are, your life wouldn't be worth a plugged nickel. Let's think about it. Maybe I'll have some ideas tomorrow."

And thus the elaborate scheme began which was to send virginal red-haired Sally Dalby into the grim fortress-like castle known as Welfare Island... an adventure which, before its thrilling and incredible conclusion, was to affect not only her virginal young life but also that of her handsome fiance and other leading characters of our story!