A VACATION FOR JESSICA.....Chapter XI.........The Party Continues.
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But for Robert Masters and his small staff, no-one in the ballroom had
ever been present at such a scene and the reactions of each person to
the events were probably different. In real terms, if they indeed
wanted a reality check, this was the situation. Many of the guests had
travelled hundreds of miles to a "Private Prison" Previously, each had gone to great effort and
substantial expense, in secrecy, to commit an unsuspecting woman who
loved and depended upon them to this place. For no reasonable crime,
the woman was sentenced to an indeterminate period of torture,
humiliation, constant bondage, cruel gags and more. One felt the
spirit of the group as "This is not REALLY real!" "They are not hurt
THAT much" < are they? > "Look how many are here from fine families
I'm not so cruel" As for the dejected group of women seated in
costume and tight restraints, gagged beyond all reasons of silence,
they stared from their metal chairs into the darkened areas where
their families sat. They knew THESE were the people who had condemned
them to this cruel comedy of sadism merely as a way to "get rid of
them" in order to pursue new interests. Who would have believed this
could happen in the United States Who, two weeks ago could have
imagined a private prison swallowing up and losing it's inmates.
"Mrs. Margarette Lindsey" Masters' voice was stern as he issued the
second call to the tall woman in white. Margarette rose from her seat
quickly and at once nearly doubled over off balance, she desparately
tried to tap the sides of her shoes on the floor to dislodge the razor
sharp stones puncturing her feet. " I'm told by the staff that
in someway Mrs. Lindsey picked up some stones in her shoes crossing
the parking lot from the dormitory poor baby " Let's GO! Mrs.
Lindsey. As she tried to stand erect and walk, Margarette Lindsey was
the first to turn in place and stand facing Dr. Masters. An expectant
hush blanketed the room as she faced the Director, tears poured from
her eyes in silence. Then as though she could take no more she issued
a guttoral SQUAWK! A heart-wrenching
"uuuugghhAAAGGGGaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! screamed
directly at Masters, who's jaw in fact dropped open at this disrespect
"AAGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAA AAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Margarette pitched forward and reeling wildly as if trying NOT to
touch her feet to the ground she BOLTED! for the Great Door. Nora and
Jim seized her at the same time and as her animal-like wails filled
the room Masters voice rose above them "Take her to the Dung! er, ah
Take her to "PR-2" please!. I'll be along to see she's taken care
of..." Rubber legged defeated, the terrified woman was quickly dragged
out of the room. There were expressions of confusion even sympathy
among'st the guests as they tried to rationalize what they had seen
and heard through the din of talk the word "dungeon " was repeated
from all corners. Then slowly from first a rear table then others
slowly joining in, APPLAUSE began to build and several other tables
joined in the clapping. "Excuse the interruption my friends. Mrs.
Lindsey will be allowed a period of re-orientation. She'll be just
fine.
"Mrs. Mary Ellen Hartley to your table" From the corner of her eye,
Jessica saw a petite brunette wearing a costume identical to her's but
in blue. Her bondage was the same and a large blue kerchief fastened
the wadded kerchief of her "cocktail gag" deep in her throat. Jessica
noticed there were no tears in this woman's eyes and she watched as
she moved away from her fellow prisoners...her snow white bare ass
contrasting with the dark ruffle of her cut-out dress. Jessica's brain
was still resounding with the pitiful screams of Margarette Lindsey.
She wondered how bad life here could get for the new woman how bad for
herself
< ELLIE.....would you care to "take care" of Mrs. Hartley and
perhaps one more if you're up to it) >
After about an hour, it seemed the "reunions" were completed without
incident except that near the end of the group Jessica saw a woman
dressed in scarlet and bound exactly as herself being led toward Dr.
Masters' platform by a man, apparantly her husband and an older woman.
Her kerchief had been pulled back and she was ungagged, head bowed.
The older woman held the soggy gag wad in her hand. As they reached
him, Masters leaned in close for the quick discussion then beckoned to
Cindy who scurried to his side. At a whispered command, Cindy faced
the prisoner and lifted her face in her hands. She snatched the white
rag from the old woman, wadded it and packed it deeply back into the
captives mouth. Then unknotting the kerchief, replaced it over her
head and drawing the ends tightly between her teeth pulled HARD! on
the ends as the prisoner's eyes flew open and she began to gag! Cindy
tied the ends behind her neck completing the "cocktail gag" and with a
look of disdain, dragged the choking, near strangling woman through
the Great Door...as her family followed.
Masters tapped on a glass to gather the attention of the guests, many
of whom had returned to the bar for another round. Gradually they
returned to their seats and the Director spoke. "Communications is the
backbone of any operation of this kind. We must be able to summon a
prisoner, staff member or trustee at any time. At M.I.T. we use a
unique form of paging device for the purpose." As Masters continued
his talk, the guests and prisoners watched as quickly Jim, Cindy, who
had returned and Nora moved about the room each carrying a cardboard
box full of small ivory colored plastic boxes. About six inches square
and two inches deep each box had a golf ball sized button in the
middle and a small antenna at the rear. The staff stuck them to walls
by their suction cups. Mounted them on all the end tables. One on the
Great Door, the mantle and Nora with a second box handed them out to
the guests as well. Finally forty eight "remotes" had been planted
about the ballroom. "During their waking and working hours, each
prisoner is made to accept one of the devices alternately in her
rectum or vagina. We switch to avoid "toxic shock" problems of course"
Masters held up on of the dreaded cigar shaped "pagers" with it's foot
long antenna wire. "It works like this, each of our prisoners and
trustee's is assigned a two digit code from 01-99. From several points
here we can "beep" a signal to that pager. When the recipient's pager
begins to vibrate strongly within her she has three minutes to hurry
to her "home base" and her remote unit. She taps the button anyway
possible and the vibrator shuts off" Masters demonstrated by holding
up a remote and pressing the button by hand, then by pressing it to
his forehead and elbow indicating how a bound person could "push" the
button.
"NOW! should she somehow NOT deactivate her pager within the exact
three minute period there is a consequence < chuckling! > a rather
painful one I'm afraid. After three minutes, a heavy duty spark coil
in the metal pager administers a 150 volt, low amp SHOCK!! for ONE
MINUTE!!" Masters let the point sink in. "I have not experienced the
effects myself but I am told, and my observations have persuaded me
that there is not ANY LEVEL OF PAIN! more severe than an INTERNAL!
electrical shock. Ladies! I want those of you who have experienced the
shock personally to stand up...." There was hesitancy then one, and
another, three, four women stood in their bondage, and Cindy walked to
the group and stood also. "Perhaps you'd like to demonstrate for our
guests...." Like a whip had cracked, the women turned to him instantly
with looks of fear and terror in their wide eyes. " Well
we'll see ladies, we'll see how your luck runs " Masters
held up a small black box also with an antenna and a telephone like
touch pad. "This is a paging unit, with it I can summon any of the
ladies as you will see " The prisoners looked about each other
and were clearly nervous. "We play a little game here each month. I
tap in a code, I have no idea who's as the pagers are mixed up for
each party. When the prisoners pager begins to vibrate, all she has to
do is try each of the remotes until she finds the single one that
turns off her pager < heheheheh > IN A MINUTE AND A HALF!! No need for
three minutes in this little room < hehehehe >" The women were visibly
frightened now and squirmed and small mewlings could be heard through
their gags. Majors waved the unit over his head. "Shall we try it
????" A loud round of applause greeted the idea and Masters made an
exagerated display of punching in the code.
"MMMMMMmmmmffffgfg!!!" A woman directly behind Jessica screamed into
her gag as her vibrator sprang to life. She wore one on the "party
dresses" in white with breast and ass cut-outs like Jessica's and
white "cocktail gag" arrangements. When she stood and tried to get
past the others seated in her row, Jessica could see her skirt had
been zipped down to it's full length and she was hobbled to about 12"
step! As precious seconds ticked by she managed to stumble out of the
group of chairs to the dance floor. Jessica saw too that she wore her
#09 name tag clothespinned to her right nipple. Jessica, her own tit
STILL on fire felt for her companion. Above the white gag her eyes
showed fatigue and fear as she scurried to the first remote she saw on
the wall. With her arms laced behind her and to her torso the prisoner
beat her head against the button - NOTHING - she scampered as best she
could to another remote on a table and the one at the door. Terrified
at the passing time she tried to make her way to the guest area, in
her rush she tripped and fell forward. The crowd was excited and
chanting and clapping as she tried desparately to roll onto her knees
to somehow get up! She tried everything, she buried her face in the
carpet and rolled her ass in the air to get her knees under her and
barely managed to work her hobbled feet under her and she STOOD! She
was moaning frantically "mmmMMMFFFFGGGGG EEEEEEEEEEPPHHH!!!!!!" as she
baby-stepped toward the first table and smashed her head down on the
button.......then stood still!!!! THE VIBRATING HAD STOPPED!!
Again the room filled with applause for the prisoner who had finally
had a stroke of luck doubtless the first since arriving at M.I.T. She
made her way back to her seat mutely sobbing pitiously in relief. Then
Jessica made a mistake! She turned her head far to the left, over her
shoulder to see the woman and as she did her scarf "harness" pressed
tight against the slippery wadding and drove it into her throat
momentarily. That was all it took. Jessica lurched forward and
wretched into the cloth, her body heaved again and AGAIN! she tried to
sit still to take slow deep breaths but she heaved AGAIN!! She fought
frantically with her tongue to move the slippery plug forward and
after another gut-wrenching spasm as mucuous blew out of her nose, she
gained control for the moment at least. She sat still and tried to
breathe slowly. Nora appeared beside her and held a tissue for her to
blow her nose <"They'll let me gag till I pass out but they'll blow my
nose!"> For a moment the black woman cradled Jessica's head against
her breast and patted her hair. In the midst of that kindness, Jessica
realized the totality of all the women's bondage no matter WHAT had
happened, how severe the gagging, the choking! Removing the gag was
NEVER considered by the staff of M.I.T. Jessica would reflect on this
event many times and shudder at the thought of what could happen and
her total helplessness. Now she sat red-eyed, tearing, her breast
afire where the Forsters' clip bit harder and harder into her nipple.
Tied up! gagged! helpless! hopeless! she stared at Michael and his
"whore"! They had watched her strangle and done NOTHING! THEY had put
her here! < Why GOD?? Why??? What did I do ?? > Jessica closed her
eyes and tried not to cry again. Her misery was interrupted by a
commotion in the back row. "MMMMMFFFFGGGRRRRGG!!" a
gagged shriek and the clatter of a chair falling over as a frantic
woman tried to exit the group. Her nametag proclaimed her to be.
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* DARLENE FISHER - "HOG" *
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* "Too fat to be loved" *
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She was chubby, fat actually and had been squeezed into another of the
"cocktail dresses" this one in green and at least two sizes too small.
Her large breasts not only protruded through the cutouts, the small
openings had reduced circulation and the poor woman's tits were
swollen and turning a purplish red. Her bare ass was pure pink and
spread the cutout skirt profanely. She was trussed up exactly like
Jessica. Arms folded behind her uselessly and four tight rows of white
rope above and below her breasts. The ropes disappeared into the ample
flesh of her arms. A bit of white cloth protruded from her mouth below
the knot of the cocktail gag. The green scarf so tightly pulled
between her teeth also nearly buried itself in her "bunny cheeks".
They could not zip her hobble skirt so her ankles were bound to a 12"
step with the same white clothesline. "MMMMMMfffggGGGGGG!!" The woman
continued her muted screams as she ran first to the Great Door, the
nearest remote, hit it with her head and paused she scampered as fast
as she could to a unit on an end table, bowed and pressed the button -
NOTHING! Now she was in panic! She straightened bolt upright and her
face flew in all directions as she tried to figure a course She wriggled like jello as she tried
to hobble to the guests first table she bowed and hit the big button
and.. nothing. "NNNNNNOOOOOFFFF!" "THIRTY SECONDS!!!" Masters voice
resounded through the room. She hurried to another table and repeated
her bow to the button, and still the pager vibrated in her rectum! Her
eyes dashed from place to place looking for remotes, but yet she knew
it was too late and unexplainably she fell hard onto her knees facing
the table of those who had put her here. Suddenly the vibrations
stopped!! she knelt upright looking around, puzzled. Not suspecting
for a moment that a cruel hoax was about to be played out. Nora was at
her side and lifted her by an arm. Masters spoke loudly. "Nora, would
you bring Mrs. Fisher to the dance floor please!" The helplessly
trussed woman stumbled along beside her to a spot under bright
floodlights and stood wobbling unaccustomed to the 4" heels. "E/P
please, Nora!" Gesturing as if she had "almost forgotton", Nora pulled
the folded green towel from her pocket and approaching Darlene Fisher,
pressed the cloth to her mouth then drew the ends back and knotted the
additional gag TIGHT!! Darlene's eyes were full of fear and questions.
"Time is passing friends and we've much to enjoy tonight. So I thought
I would short-cut things a bit by permitting Mrs. Fisher here to
demonstrate the "ANTI ESCAPE" feature of her pager Darlene's
eyes bugged out of her head and she shook from head to toe as she
realized what Masters was saying. "I've reset the timer, for those who
might like to join the count-down, Here we go! Twenty nine, twenty
eight, twenty seven" The count proceeded by seconds. The voices of the
group were as one."Three, two, one..ZERO!!!!!!!! Exactly then Mrs.
Fisher's body stiffened and straightened to her full height nearly
leaving the floor <"eeeeeiiiiiiiiiiegggggnng!> Her frightful screams
were barely audible through the added towel. It was HORRIBLE to watch
the woman try to JUMP!!! Twisting! as if to shake the plug out. She
fell forward hard on her chest and face! and rolled over, she
FLOPPED!!! and BUCKED!!!! like a huge helpless fish.
<"oooooooooooeeeeeeeeeiiiggg!"> Her eyes had rolled back in her head
and through her continuous scream she pounded her ankles on the
floor...breaking off BOTH of her high heels. She bent her body
backwards convulsively kicking her own butt now with her heels,
suddenly she stretched straight out on her back, arms crushed beneath
her wait and into all the cloth at her mouth, Darlene WAILED!!! the
longest, most pitiful cry imaginable. Even Masters seemed concerned at
how much pain she was actually in and at one point almost reached for
the "Off" button. But then it was over.
The shocking charge stopped and Mrs. Fisher lay on her back panting
and sobbing uncontrollably after a few moments she rolled over onto
her chest, her tits crushed on the hard dance floor, her cloth wrapped
head against the wood also. Without comment, Jim and Nora hoisted her
to her feet and dragged her, not out of the room to rest but back to
her metal seat. Nora handed Jim a long hank of rope and he used it to
secure Darlene Fisher's torso to the chair, the knots tight, he left
her side. Darlene was now mute and stared glassy eyed, straight ahead.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the bar is open for your refreshment. We'll
take a fifteen minute break!"
Masters immediately left the room.
