Chapter 8
Although Dr. Marjorie Sayers had mostly matrons to assist her in the supervision and operation of this correctional institution located in a desolate area and protected by the natural aid of the elements, there were nonetheless several male guards on the staff of Welfare Island supervisory personnel. One of them was young Ray Hickey. But he had no way of knowing that the real reason for his tenure and the excellent salary which he was able to earn and which he could not have found anywhere at all in the town of Catayunga itself was because his beautiful wife Irene had caught the discriminating eye of Judge Austin W. Black.
Ray Hickey was twenty-eight, rangy, brown-haired, with pleasant regular features, a native of Catayunga. He had inherited a little farm from his elderly father, from which he had been able to eke out a meager existence until about six months ago when he had been astounded to have a visitor at the little ramshackle house. The visitor had been none other than Yoshio Kimura, Judge Black's Japanese manservant. In his excellent English, the Oriental valet had inquired whether Ray Hickey was interested in becoming a guard at the womens' correctional institution at a salary of $150 a week. Ray had gasped in amazement and nodded, speechless at the prospect of such untold riches. Now he would be able to marry his delicious Irish sweetheart Irene Murray, who was working as a clerk in the town's only bank and who had come from County Cork about ten years ago to live with her uncle and aunt and their two pretty daughters Elsie and Mae.
Ray had been courting Irene for almost a year prior to this unexpected windfall, and she had indicated that she was drawn to him, but her aunt and uncle had opposed the marriage because their niece, they felt, deserved better than the life of a farmer's wife, especially a poor farmer like Ray.
But after Ray Hickey had enthusiastically accepted Judge Black's offer and gone the very next day to the Judge's office in the Courthouse, he had emerged with a radiant look on his face as if he had just entered paradise. In a way, that was immediately about to happen, for as soon as he had told Irene's protective uncle and aunt, they had given him their blessing and he and Irene had been married two weeks later. And on their wedding night, Ray was sure that he had really entered paradise... once his prick had lodged in the tight but passionately warm and eager cunt of his blushing and beautiful bride.
Irene still lived in the farmhouse, to which Ray had been able to bring quite a few creature comforts such as a brand-new refrigerator and an air conditioning unit, thanks to his salary as guard at Welfare Island. He'd also bought a secondhand Ford in order to drive from the farmhouse to the desolate castle-like edifice located in the middle of the deep creek.
His work as guard kept him there five days a week and, on several occasions of late, even over Saturdays and Sundays. It wasn't long before Ray Hickey discovered that he was expected to keep his mouth shut in return for his excellent salary and particularly when he had to take part in some of the privately staged orgies located in the arena which was built in the basement of the remarkable building which housed at this writing some five hundred females, between the ages of eighteen and forty. To be sure, a good half of these prisoners were under sentence for various crimes and had not the slightest interest to either Judge Black or the syndicate because of their background or their lack of physical attractiveness. They underwent quite a different regimen than the others who were destined to be broken into a shameful servitude, and of course they were not aware of the difference. For when they would be released after serving their sentences, they would have nothing to report to the outside world of what really went on inside Welfare Island; either in the subterranean arena with its handsomely furnished loge seats, which made it a kind of miniature Coliseum-or in the luxuriously furnished private rooms allocated to important guests and wealthy amateur buyers of female flesh.
But Ray Hickey had been trapped without knowing it into an involvement, the cost of which would be his own lovely young wife's bewitching charms. Judge Austin W. Black had seen to that. About three months after the happy young man had accepted his job and celebrated it by marrying lovely Irene, Dr. Marjorie Sayers summoned the brown-haired guard into her office one late Friday afternoon and informed him that he was to report for work on the following evening. Ray was a little startled by this, because he and Irene had been looking forward to a drive to Little Rock and a show and dinner at a fine restaurant there. Dr. Sayers had noted the look of disappointment on his face and had curtly remarked, "Of course, Mr. Hickey, if this interferes with your social life, you can always be replaced. Judge Black told me that you are still on probation with us. I must say, however, that thus far your work has been excellent and I had thought of recommending you for a raise. However, if you can't make it tomorrow, I suppose you can't."
This veiled threat had sufficed to make Ray Hickey offer his services on Saturday night, and he had told his disappointed young bride that they would have to put off their celebration-it was actually that of the third month of their marriage- until the following week. But when he had reported for work about five on Saturday evening, he had been directed by the lesbian superintendent to go downstairs to the arena and join Sam Talbot, a strapping Negro guard who had been a ex-prizefighter, forty years old and a confirmed lecher and sadist. Indeed, Sam Talbot had been brought before Judge Black on the charge of trying to rape a pretty sixteen-year-old girl on a farm where he had worked, and the Judge had had a lengthy and exhaustive session with the Negro. Sam had truthfully told him that the girl had made overtures to him, taken him out in the barn and then had turned out to be a prick-teaser who had just wanted the exciting thrill of "fooling around with a nigger." The upshot was that Judge Black formally dismissed the charge, and offered Sam Talbot a job as guard at the Island. There his lechery and sadism could make a man extremely valuable assistant in the profitable work of "breaking in" rebellious young women who dared defy their captors who intended to train them as future prostitutes and bondservants destined for the beds of affluent clients of both sexes... for there were a number of extremely handsome dowagers and young matrons who visited Welfare Island several times a year and paid a staggering fee for the privilege of either buying one of the female prisoners as a future servant in their households, or locking themselves up with the unfortunate prisoner for a night of unbridled lesbian lust.
On this memorable occasion, Ray Hickey found himself paired with Sam Talbot as both guards were ordered to administer a whipping to a pair of handsome sisters, Johanna and Margaret Eames. Johanna was twenty-four, ripe of body and black-haired, while Margaret was twenty-one, auburn-haired and tall and svelte. Both sisters had been sentenced to Welfare Island for three months on the charge of soliciting in the town of Arbor Falls, about twenty miles north of Catayunga. The actual truth was that they worked as waitresses in a combination restaurant-nightclub whose owner had affiliations with the crime syndicate. And who himself had lusted for their bodies. Margaret and Johanna had indignantly refused their employer's advances. They were orphans, and had been earning their own livelihood for the past five years. It was this particular circumstance which made them attractive potential candidates for the correctional institution, because they would have no one to aid them when singled out for arrest and eventual sentence to the prison. Runaways, orphans, divorcees and others who had no living relatives in the area were singularly vulnerable, and Judge Black's henchmen throughout the state were so instructed. For often the syndicate would convey orders to the corrupt white-haired Judge, indicating that this or that brothel required some new inmates, and would set forth general physical specifications as to age, color of hair and skin, general physical propensities. And these "orders" would be ruthlessly filled, as we shall see in subsequent chapters of this saga!
Johanna and Margaret Eames, having slighted their employer, were reported to the Judge at a time when Tony Rocco, the syndicate contact in New Orleans, was in need of about six new girls. As a consequence, these sisters' employer preferred charges against them of soliciting his patrons for the purpose of prostitution, they were arraigned and brought before Judge Black in the Municipal Court, and sentenced to three months for vagrancy and solicitation. Their protestations of innocence and their attempt to call some of their waitress colleagues as defense witnesses did not help whatsoever and they found themselves fingerprinted, mugged, and driven over in a police wagon to the Island, from which a motor boat at the bank took them across the moat and thence into the hands of the grim matrons who marched them into Dr. Marjorie Sayers' office.
A week after their incarceration during which they had spent the time in complete isolation from each other and in solitary cells, Johanna and Margaret Eames were brought into Dr. Sayers' office again to be interviewed by Tony Rocco. He was a little man, black-haired, about forty-eight, with a scar on his left cheek and a husky voice, an inveterate pimp and lecher, but despite his lack of prepossessing qualities, he made a fortune for the syndicate and was highly regarded by the upper echelon of the Cosa Nostra. Tony Rocco ingratiatingly suggested to the handsome young women that if they were reasonable and would forget the supposed injustice done them, he could arrange for excellent jobs for them upon their release when their time was up. Johanna defiantly demanded to know what kind of jobs these would be, to which Tony Rocco had slyly retorted, "Why, you'll work in one of the best houses in New Orleans, my dear. And with your beauty, and after we've had a chance to restyle your hair, give you some fine clothes and teach you a few tricks, you'll be one of the most sought after girls in town, believe me."
Joanna Eames had indignantly denounced him as a rogue and villain, and had said that she would die before she agreed to become a prostitute. He had shrugged, given Dr. Sayers a knowing glance, and had then left the office. And on the following night, that Saturday night when Ray Hickey had had to postpone his celebration with his beloved Irene, Johanna and Margaret Eames were "presented" to a select masked audience in the arena in the subterranean level of this grim castle which was in reality a dungeon without hope for the beautiful and unfortunate prisoners incarcerated within its gray walls.
They had been blindfolded and brought out into the center of the arena. Each had been tied with her back to an upright round wooden post set in the earth. Judge Austin W. Black, whose vivid imagination led him to evoke fantasies out of the historical past, had designed the arena so that it could be used much as the Romans used their own coliseum in the terrible days when Christians were thrown to the lions, ravaged by baboons and wild donkeys, and made to endure atrociously obscene ordeals which caught the fancy of the bloodthirsty populace.
Their clothes were then torn away and they were left naked, crying out in their terror and shame. There were about fifty men and women present, all elegantly dressed and all wearing masks, sitting in the comfortable loge seats, they were served refreshments by charming young girls, dressed much as Martha Cronkite was generally dressed, in black nylon shortie tunics and highheeled pumps, and if the spectator so desired and for a price, these charming Hebes would be available to them in a private suite elsewhere in the castle when the spectacle was ended.
Ray Hickey was handed a long carriage whip made of fine silk and knotted all along its last foot, by the red-haired Lesbian superintendent of the institution, and told to flog Johanna, while Sam Talbot was handed a similar whip and bidden to flog her sister Margaret. When Ray hesitated, Dr. Sayres acidly told him that if he refused, he would not only be discharged but also blackballed so that he could not find another job anywhere in the state. She also intimated that Judge Black had been looking over the title to his parents' farm and might possibly find some flaw therein, so that this property too might be taken away from him.
Ray Hickey capitulated. And once he began to whip the beautiful and mature Johanna making the thin stinging lash wrap around Johanna's titties and belly and loins and thighs, once he heard her plaintive cries and saw the frantic wrigglings of her delicious naked body, the venomous poison of sadistic lust was filtered into his own system and he became as avid a devotee of this erotic papchant as Austin W. Black himself. For after he had flogged the half-fainting Johanna Eames, he had been ordered to rape her then and there before all the massed spectators, while the Negro guard did the same to poor Margaret.
At the conclusion of that night, the two sisters were dressed and taken out of the prison and driven by Tony Rocco to New Orleans to begin their work as prostitutes in one of his most elegant houses. As for Ray Hickey, when he returned the next day to his farmhouse and reunion with his beautiful black-haired wife, he made such passionate love to her that Irene was thrilled but also left wondering what had made her husband turn into such a domineering and predatory lover, for he had never until then shown such roughness and brutality. Hitherto he had worshipped her, believed her to be unattainable, and even in their sweet games in bed as man and wife, he had laid gentle hands upon her body, hardly believing his good fortune in being given so beautiful and desirable a mate.
But Ray Hickey had not yet paid the full price for his job and his entrapment. That price would soon be collected from him, in a kind of incredible Tantalus in which he would see his own wife delivered up to the Judge and the perverse Dr. Archibald Fenwick... and would against every shred of moral decency and honor find himself secretly ecstatic over the fate of his virtuous and beautiful bride!