Chapter 6
Nancy spent a busy night with Val in her quarters, a surprisingly comfortable suite of rooms in a building behind the office. The huge bed was as soft and luxurious as anything she could imagine in the fine hotel she and Maria had been heading for.
The way Val sucked cunt proved to be just as exciting as anything Maria had ever done. And the way she loved to fuck with that wicked little cunt-teaser of hers turned out to be even more thrilling. Nancy awoke with a wide grin spread across the delicate features of her tiny face.
After a leisurely and delicious breakfast, Val walked Nancy to another building across the yard. They passed the Sweat Box and Nancy saw torn bits of paper being swept away by the breeze. She didn't pause to wonder what they were, but she did think about Shana and what Maria had said, "to get along, you have to go along."
Val led her to a securely locked door marked "Central Supply."
"What are we doing here?" Nancy asked.
The tall, slender woman just smiled as she clicked open the double locks and drew back the heavy steel bolts. "I wanted you to be first to pick out something to wear to the party tonight."
The door swung open and Nancy couldn't believe all she saw inside. She and Val stepped from the dusty prison yard into what might have been the showroom of a Paris designer's salon.
Dozens of long, elegant gowns filled a rack on one long wall. Glass cases filled with gleaming jewelry lined the other. Across the end of the room, Nancy saw enough expensive furs to carpet the yard-minks, sables and chinchilla.
"My God, where did you get all this stuff?"
"Some of the women the Sheriff brings in are rich, city bitches on the way to those fancy resorts." Val gave her a sly, crooked grin as they walked farther into the room. "And when they've done their time here, most of them are so anxious to leave, they don't even think about what they're leaving behind."
"These gowns-they're all so beautiful, I don't know which one to pick!" Nancy felt herself getting excited about the party that evening, despite her initial fears.
"We might have trouble finding one small enough to fit you," Val said.
"This looks pretty close," Nancy said.
She felt like a kid in a candy store and she hadn't even looked at the jewelry and furs yet. The dress she picked out was long and low-cut, made of filmy, black cloth interwoven with glittering gold-metal threads.
"Maybe if I take it in just a little-"
"Don't bother," Val said bluntly. "You'll hardly have it on long enough for anyone to notice!"
Maria awoke later, sleepy-eyed and stiff from a long night on the thin, lumpy mattress that padded her metal bunk. The field crew had left hours before, but a few women remained in the room, all of them shackled to their bunks.
Maria glanced around the room curiously. She was struck at once by the stunning beauty of the women imprisoned with her. They must have something very special in mind for us, she was saying to herself when a rough-looking woman guard walked up to her bed. She had a coiled black leather whip tucked under one arm and a long, gleaming pair of scissors in the other hand.
"What are you going to do with those?" Maria asked.
"Cut off some of your hair." The scissors clicked anxiously in her hand.
"Oh, no!" Maria threw up her hands to protect her long, gloriously red hair. The heavy chain between her wrists dragged cold across her heaving tits.
"Don't you say no to me, bitch!"
The guard struck with startling quickness, using the thick handle of the whip like a club to knock Maria's arms aside. Then she snaked out the lash and laid a searing welt across her tits.
"Your date for tonight's party prefers blondes," the guard said. "We thought we had one for him, but the stupid little bitch got her ass locked in the Sweat Box. She won't be worth shit for a week after that. And that's where you're gonna be if you lift those hands again!"
Maria hunched and sobbed as she heard the steady snip-snip of the flying scissors. She watched as long strands of her fiery red fell and tangled in her lap.
"Quit sniveling! I'm only cutting off enough so we can hide the red under a pretty blonde wig."
"But my hair was so long and so pretty!"
The guard just laughed and kept cutting. "By tomorrow morning, that will be the least of your troubles!"
Shana passed out from exhaustion and the scorching heat long before the sun reached its zenith. But the guard didn't find her until noon when she came with a bucket of cold water and a dented tin cup.
When she found the young blonde limp in a bruised heap on the floor, she shrugged and splashed the whole bucket of water on her. Shana awoke with a start, screaming from the sudden shock of cold. The chill hit her so swiftly that her heart almost stopped.
Shana screamed. Her mind was a jumble of torment. Nightmare images from her fitful few hours of sleep and the bitterly cold shock of reality all became tangled in her brain.
"On your feet, cunt. You're going to ol' Doc James."
"No!" Shana screamed and hunched like a frightened young fawn.
She didn't even know why she was screaming. Shana could remember hearing something about the doctor, but her thoughts were so jumbled, she couldn't think what. Still, she kept screaming. Whatever it was that she couldn't quite remember, she knew it had to be horrible-everything in this hellish snake pit was horrible.
Shana awoke again sometime later, how much later, she wasn't sure. At first she couldn't even remember where they'd taken her. She remembered fainting and then she had been dimly aware of the two guards carrying her to the infirmary.
She remembered being put on the examining table and feeling the cool of a crisp, white sheet. Then she saw the doctor bending over her, murmuring soft, consoling words while something gleaming bright flashed slowly back and forth before her eyes.
It all seemed so pleasant after what she'd been through. Her vivid nightmares and terrible memories began to fade. And then with a start, she suddenly remembered how ugly the doctor was.
His head was entirely bald, his face pinched and shrunken, white with a sickly pallor. His eyes gleamed like two lumps of coal stuck in a snowman's head. For some reason she remembered his eyes most of all, and the feeling that he wasn't just looking at her, but that he could see right through her, clear into the depths of her soul.
But as her mind began to clear, Shana stared and saw nothing at all that was familiar. She wasn't in the infirmary. She was sitting on a comfortable couch in what looked like a luxurious hotel suite.
She wasn't wearing the scratchy examination gown that she vaguely remembered the guards tying up the back. She realized that she had on a long, filmy-white negligee with delicate white, feathery trim. It was like something a rich, young bride would wear on her wedding night.
Her whole body felt clean and fresh, sweet-smelling. For some reason she thought she should be reeking and damp with sweat, but she felt vibrantly clean and could only catch the scent of an expensive perfume.
Shana blinked and then saw him sitting in a comfortable chair facing the couch. "Do you remember me?" He asked.
"Yes, you're Dr. James."
"No, I am your husband, and you are my sweet virgin bride."
"Of course," she heard herself say in a voice that was not quite her own.
But somehow she knew it had to be true. It wasn't the ugly, old doctor she was looking at. It was a smiling and devilishly handsome young man.
"... my sweet virgin bride," he said again in a deep, comforting voice.
"Yes... yes." Shana did feel as innocently pure as a timid young virgin. But then she wrinkled her brow. "No, that can't be! I've been fucked so many times I've lost count. And you-I know you're that ugly old fart with the kinky gleam in his coal-black eyes!"
"No, I am your husband, and you are my sweet virgin bride," he insisted gently.
"Yes," Shana heard herself say again in that strange voice. Then she felt herself slipping, sinking slowly into a glassy pool of tranquil bliss.
Just before letting go, Shana tossed her head. She knew in a flash what was going on. He had hypnotized her! Nothing he said was true. It wasn't happening anywhere, except inside her mind.
Somehow that ugly, evil, leering old man had gotten inside of her head and taken command of her mind. She convulsed as the realization sank in. She'd suffered imprisonment, bondage in heavy steel chains, the torment of repeated abuse and unbearable heat-but losing control of her own mind was the most terrible and fearful kind of bondage. It was far, far more terrifying to Shana than stone walls or metal chain.
Shana kept trying to think of all the ghastly things she'd been through. But the tranquil water of that glassy pool kept rising and finally it closed over the top of her pretty blonde head.
A cool grin of triumph curled the doctor's pallid lips. He ran a bony hand over his bald head and said calmly, "I will count backwards from ten and when I snap my fingers, everything will be as I have said. You will remember nothing but what I have told you and you will respond to the suggestions planted in your mind. Those impulses will be irresistible."
He began counting. "... three, two, one." His fingers snapped and Shana shook her head. Her soft golden hair swayed across the back of her filmy-white negligee.
"Darling!" She said with urgent warmth. Her soft blue eyes gazed adoringly at her handsome young groom, still dressed in his long, tailed coat.
"Married at last," he said in a strong male voice. He left his chair and sat on the couch beside her, closing his arms around her in a tender but passionate embrace.
"We can do whatever we want now," she said. "We're married and we don't have to wait any longer."
"I know!" His hand eased inside her filmy-white gown and his warm fingers closed over her trembling tit.
"Aaah?" She gasped, timid but compliant. She loved the way his fingers eased up and down the slope of her creamy tit, drawing the hot blood of desire into her bulging nipple.
"Oh, I like that! Do both at once!" She pulled open the feather-trimmed front of the negligee and arched to press more of her newly ripened tits into his grasp. "I want to do your cock too!"
She tugged at the zipper of his fly, eager but uncertain. He lowered a hand for a moment to help and then she held his huge, beautiful cock in her hands.
"It's so big and hard," she moaned in astonished delight.
"You can make it bigger and harder still, my dear." His fingers snapped and then he settled back on the proud peak of her tit, slowly working the nipple around until it was as hot as a glowing ember.
"Yes! Oh, yes. I want to make it big and hard! Yuuummmm!"
Shana bowed her head, slowly spreading her lips to suck in the knob of his handsome, young cock. She actually thought that she felt the brush of feathery trim against her cheek as her head bobbed up and down impulsively.
The two stone-faced guards stood watching the couple entwined on the old wooden bench that lined a wall of Doc James' gringy office.
"I've seen that old fart work before," one said, "And I won't even let him say "hello" to me."
"That cock of his looks like a gnarled stick just dragged out of a swamp," the other said in hushed disgust.
"To her it's probably the most appealing hunk of male prick she ever saw."
And it was. Shana loved his cock's sleek, knobbed head, the thick ridge and the long, straight shaft below. She could hardly work her head up and down fast enough to satisfy her raging desire.
"I can't watch any more," the squeamish guard said with a groan. "I've seen a lot of weird shit around this place, but nothing like that."
"I guess you've never worked the security detail at one of ol' Sheriff Parker's little parties then?"
"Er, no-not yet. I'm supposed to tonight."
The other guard smiled and said, "Good luck," as they left the infirmary.
Shana went on sucking the doctor's twisted cock like some kind of maniacal milking machine. Her golden hair swirled and flounced in his bony lap, exciting him with its silky caresses.
Shana's lips did even more. They clung to him and dragged the whole length of his cock. They tugged and sucked and her tongue danced around in a frenzy of hunger and imagined desire.
Doctor James flashed a sadistic grin of satisfaction as he felt the pull of the slinky blonde's lips. In their right minds, few women could even look at him without rumpling their noses. Even down-and-out whores turned him down when he held fists full of cash in his scrawny hands.
But through his mastery of hypnosis, Doc James could completely control the sexy young cunts so often brought to him in very weakened conditions. Even better, he'd learned how to work the same wonders on his own head. For a little while, at least, he thought he really was her young and handsome groom.
"Ooooh, baby. You've got such a great mouth," he moaned in a voice young and strong. "You're going to make me cum!"
"Do it! Do it!" She gasped between cock sucking lunges.
"I shouldn't cum in your mouth."
"Yes, yes, that's what I want! I want to drink your hot jism. I can hardly wait. If I can cool off your big cock that way, then you'll be able to fuck me for hours and hours!"
"Yeeeeaaaahhh!" He moaned.
But the twisting magic wore thin in his mind when James felt his twisted, old cock begin to spurt. The flow was thin and weak, but he quickly regained control.
The hot jets of his cream came out thick and fast. Shana could hardly gulp quick enough to get it all down. She made wet, gurgling sounds as she pulled and sucked with her lips. Her fingers teased and milked his nuts to get more even when the burning, silver froth overflowed her lips.
"Mmmungh!" She groaned. "I want more!" And she dove back, clinging and tugging with her wet mouth, flashing it up and down her young husband's long prick. "Oooooh, now! Now you can really fuck me good! Hhhmmmmm..." She licked up wet dribbles of cream with her tongue.
"Yes, yes! Now, my darling, your little pussy is going to get what it has been wanting for so long."
Her handsome, dark, curly haired young husband took her by the hand and led her to the lavish bedroom of the bridal suite.
"Ooooh," she gasped when she saw the splendor of their wedding night bed-the sleek, white satin sheets spread over the wide, down soft circle.
The examining table was really cold and hard beneath her bare ass. The doctor had ripped off her tattered gown. But Shana sighed and settled back, naked, in blissful delight.
Her loving, young husband had patiently untied the neck cord holding on her filmy negligee. And, with a grunt of barely restrained passion, he'd flipped it aside, exciting her wildly as he pressed her back onto the smooth, satin sheets.
"I can't wait a second more!" She cried. "Oh, fuck me. Do it now. Make me a woman-make me your wife!"
Shana reached up and ran pleading fingers through his thick, curly hair, drawing him down until his lips met hers in a seething embrace.
Lifting his head, the old doctor grinned, greatly pleased by his complete control. It had begun as an honest, medical effort to ease pain and suffering. But it had developed into the most fiendish and diabolically clever form of bondage he could imagine.
He scoffed and sneered at the Parkers with their chains and whips. What he had was so much better! They controlled the body and forced the mind to submit. He controlled the mind, and the body gave itself willingly.
"Fuck me!" Shana begged again. "Oh, I want to feel your cock in me! Pop my little cherry! I want to drip bright red, virgin blood all over these beautiful satin sheets!"
He crouched between her legs, hunched and old, whipping his ancient, twisted cock in a gnarled hand. "Yes, my love, oh, yes. I can tell how anxious you are." He snapped his fingers and braced for the seething passion of emotions she could not control.
"Huuuunnngh!" Shana arched her back and thrust her golden-furred cunt at him, spreading its sleek, outer lips with the fingers of one hand while she lunged violently, searching for the cushioned head of his enormous cock.
"Hhhhaaaa!" She found it and twisted her hips as the ugly, crooked prick knifed in. "Aaaaaaah, it's so long and hard! I can fee! It pressing against my cherry. Hhhhoooo! It hurts! Honey, your prick is sooooo big. It's my first time, remember... HHHHAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
"You aren't a virgin any more," he said with a warm smile.
"No! Oooohhh, I can feel the blood dripping. And I can feel your beautiful cock even more. I'm not a virgin-I'm yours! Hungh! And my cunt wants to make you so happy! I'm going to fuck and fuck and fuck you until you can never ever even think of another girl!"
Shana pulsed and squeezed and worked her cunt to play out the drama flashing through her mind. The old doctor spiked in his twisted cock and listened to her moan, raving about his thick, curly hair while her hands clawed the dome of Ms bald head.
She coiled and locked her knees over the small of his back, chanting and begging and forcing him to fuck her harder still.
"You're so strong!" She gasped. "I can feel your muscles like bands of steel! And your cock-oooh, I can't believe what its doing to me! It's in so deep and it's squirting so hot and thick! Aaaaaggggghhhhh!"
Then, they both fell limp and weak, locked in a tender and loving embrace. The last thin drop of cum dripped from the old man's cock, but the distorted images in their minds did not fade. She gulped and felt his long, thick prick swell hard again. He grinned and kissed her on the lips, knowing that it would go on and on until he decided to snap his fingers one last time.
The stern, steely eyed Val Parker created illusions with costumes and props worthy of a high-class Broadway musical. None of the women dressing for the party that night gave a thought to where they were going or why.
They were as giddy as young school girls dressing for a prom. Most of them had never more than dreamed of glittering diamonds or elegant furs. And now, it seemed, their dreams were coming true.
Nancy found that her sheer, black, gold-flecked gown fit surprisingly well. The deep, plunging "V" accented the sculptured perfection of her proud doll-like tits. And then she noticed that the long, clinging skirt had been slit on both sides, almost to the hip. She didn't remember it being like that before. Perhaps it was just some little touch Val had added for the pleasure of Judge Nathan. Nancy did have beautiful, perfectly proportioned legs.
Val stood smiling, her arms crossed over her flat chest as she watched her cast of deluded beauties preparing for the night's big performance. But she blocked the door with her towering frame-just in case one of them might give thought to where they were going.
Nancy selected a long, dark mink cape as soft and shimmering as her hair, which had been done by an imprisoned stylist wearing leg chains. It coiled and swirled high above her head like a crown.
Even Maria thought little about the loss of her own hair when she saw herself adorned in a long, platinum-blonde wig. The sleek strands glinted brightly and it gave her a look of cool sophistication. Maria strutted before a long mirror, playing her new role to the hilt.
She wore a long, figure-hugging gown, that was a deep green, like her flashing eyes. And over that she draped a stunning silver-blue mink coat. Even its thick, gleaming-soft folds could not hide the huge, proud swelling of Maria's tits, which heaved up and down excitedly as she studied her reflection.
Nancy came up beside her, pretending to focus her attention entirely on the mirror. "This may be our chance," she said in a cautious whisper.
"Our chance to what?" Maria asked.
"Escape! I've heard the party is outside somewhere. We watch for the right moment and then make a run for it."
"Escape?" Maria spoke the word as though spitting out poison. "Are you crazy? Who wants to escape now? I'm just dying to see what all this shit is for!"
Val's hands clapped sharply and both of them froze. They felt shivering chills, despite their warm wrappings of fur. But the demanding slap was not directed at them. "It's party-time, ladies. The limousine has arrived!"