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Reform School Mistress

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Synopsis: Ex exotic dancer and stripper Tiffanny becomes a guard at a Femrule prison for males and teases and tortures males specializing in genital punishment!

                           Reform School Mistress!


                                FM1041


                               TJ Ryder


                        http://www.midnightx.com/






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    Ballbusting Beauty




    Franchot leaned her shapely hip against the doorway


as she regarded the new apprentice for the guard position


in the interview room.  She was torn between thinking how


cute the voluptuous blonde was and also how young she was!


She knew she would be assigned her to mentor and hoped


she wouldn't be just eye candy and a cock tease. 


And she better not be a cunt tease either!  Those big


breasts and sweet butt were made for her bed!


But then all the girls at the Briarwood Reform School were given


personality tests so that at least shouldn't be a problem.




   The problem was there were so many balls to bust,


so many males to reduce to wimps and confessions to force,


and she sighed, half smiling, touching her already dripping


pussy at the thought of this morning's delightful work ahead.




   The severe looking matron with big breasts pushing out


her blouse noted the new apprentice's responses on her checklist.




   "So, um, Tiffanny, youv'e never worked in a law enforcement


or penal institution, is that what I understand?"




   "Yes ma'am,  I mean, no ma'am!"




   "And you know this is a femrule prison for recalcitrant


males who have been charged with sex crimes?"




   "Oh,um, I didn't know that actually.  What kinds of crimes?"




   "Well," the matron smiled, "actually under the current laws,


its rather a wide area.  Most are for verbal sex assault


here.  Some for showing disrespect to female guards in other


prisons and that's why they were transferred to a female run


institution!"




   "Oh, well, that doesn't sound too bad!"




   "No, but we want a 100% turnaround of the male attitude here!"




   "Oh, that's nice!"




   "Mmmmm, I can see you are the right physical type, because we


encourage sexual stimuli by wearing very brief clothing, since it


helps in their re-education process!"




   "Thank you!" the luscious young blonde said, crossing her


shapely legs.




   "But, well, I don't see what got you chosen for this type


of work.  Almost all the guards here are volunteers from other


penal institutions where they felt they didn't have enough,


mmm, flexibility, in dealing with male prisoners!


And your entire background as it says here is, well, an


exotic dancer?"




   "Yes," the girl smiled,  "a stripper actually in a club


downtown!"




   'Well, exhibitionism is a desired trait for this job, but I'm


sure the pay is better there than a civil service job like this


one!  What is your reason for leaving that job for this one?"




   Tiffanny giggled.  "The recruiter asked me that at the job


fair also.  I mean I do like stripping and the good pay and all,


but the club owners make us flirt and work the customers afterwards.


And some of those men were just pigs!  I liked teasing them and


getting them all hot and was good at that, but I wasn't very good at


the afterwards, and I guess that's the reason.  Besides I can't


type or do any other kind of work!"




   The matron smiled and put an checkmark in the APPROVED column!




   She reached across and put her hand on her forearm,




   "I think you'll be very happy here, Tiffanny!"




   "Thank you, ma'am," the buxom girl beamed!




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   Bobby Belman was handcuffed and manacled with two dozen


other prisoners in the  prison bus, looking at the gray sky


and thinking it was an ominous start to his new prison.


Tall and muscular, he was still angry for being sent to jail


for a ridiculous verbal exchange with a policewoman, and


then his temper at the female judge, and now, an incident


with one of the dykes who worked with male guards at his


last prison. 




   What surprised him as he was led in by only female guards


was how he was given the usual strip search naked as they


always did when they arrived, preventing some weapon or drug


transfer during the move, there were no clothes to put on.




   Blushing as he stood buck naked with the other prisoners,


noticing how cute and scantily dressed the guards were, he


noticed something else,  he wasn't being let out of his


manacles or handcuffs either.  He was marched down a


line of cells until he got to a single cell, and only when


he was inside was he allowed to back up to the bars


where his cuffs and manacles were removed.




   Then a luscious woman in a two piece uniform came by


and he tried not to erect at the sight, and informed


the new prisoners to read the new rules in a pamphlet


on each cell bunk.




   After they left, he whispered to his adjoining cell.




   "Psst, any ideas?"




   "Shhhhh!  They'll probably work on us tomorrow"




   "What do you mean?"




   "I heard about this place.  Don't beat off is the main


thing.  They'll really punish you for that!"




   "Why?" Bobby smiled.  "What do they care?"




   "Because they like to have big blue balls to work on!"




   "What???"




   "Shhhhh!"




   "Is this straight?"




   "What do you think they call this place anyway?


"Ballbusters Paradise!"




   "I didn't know that!"




   "You'll learn soon enough!"




   Bobby sat down on his bunk and read the pamphlet, and it


implied some of the same things he had heard.  He saw the


order 'No Masturbation Allowed except on Command!" and


blushed, because that was how he had gotten in trouble in


the last place.  Two dyke guards were humiliating cons they


liked to tease and one ordered him to kneel down and beat


off on the floor in front of them and then lick it all up!


He got mad and told them both where to go, and they smiled


and wrote him up.  One of them said over her shoulder


that if he thought this was ballbusting to just wait!


They giggled and strutted off holding hands.  And now he


was here, whatever this was!




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   "Franchot, honey,'  Tiffanny said, her big breasts


pressing against the older guard in the hallway, wearing


their thong bikinis and making out a little. 




   "What is it darling?"




   "Can I do this next one by myself.  Iv'e been here


three weeks now!  And youv'e taught me so much, (sigh)


about everything!"  Franchot giggled and kissed her,




   "Mmmm, youv'e learned a lot in my bed, but your'e


still a rookie here in the prison, darling!"




   "Well, just let me do the first session with one of


the new ones then!"




   "All right, (kiss)  I just can't say no to you.


Pick one you like and I'll have him delivered to the


Room 12!"




   Bobby had a premonition after that gorgeous blonde


walked up the walkway, looking at each con in the cell,


and paused and smiled at him and recorded his cell number,


that he might see her again, but he didn't know it would be


so soon. 




   One thing he had done as he cooperated in getting manacled


and cuffed again, was not to beat off, and with two weeks of


unrelieved pressure, his balls were getting blue all right,


and these teasers walking by weren't helping.  Then he


heard his first muffled scream, which he thought was


something else, but then another one, and they were coming


from the same direction the two luscious guards were walking


him, a hand on each elbow.




   "mmmm, Sounds like Lydia is having fun early today!"




   "She better slow down or he won't last too long!"




   Inside the cement block room with just a large x frame and


beams with manacles in it, was only a wooden table.  Fearful


about the screams, he was relieved he didn't see any implements


like a whip or something, and then even as the guards smirked


at him as they fastened his hands over his head


and spread his legs out with a spreader bar, making him totally


helpless and vulnerable, he couldn't help but begin to get hard


and he resisted that, until they left.  Alone in the cell,


he looked at the blank wall, knowing it had to be a two way


mirror.




   "He's a big one, Tiffanny, still want to do him yourself?"




   "He's big, but helpless, look at him.  And I really want to


do him.  You can watch me!"




   "I will for a while, but I have work to do.  Just don't rush


it and call me if you need anything!"




   "I will!"




   Bobby couldn't believe his eyes at the megababe in the tiny


green thong bikini who came in his room, and stood in front


of him, her hands arrogantly on her hips.




   "Hello prisoner, I'm Tiffanny, (giggle) your first (um) interviewer!"




   "Um, hello, um, ma'am!"




   She picked up his file on the table, and smiled.  "And I see


youv'e been naughty before.  We'll just have to see about that


won't we?"




   "Um, ma'am, um what are you going to do?"




   "Nobody has told you yet?  I'm surprised. But here we don't


use much of the other things, equipment and such.  It started because


of restrictions on physical punishment.  So we girls got creative.


Wev'e learned to make do with little or nothing"




   She stood closely to him, and he blushed and fully erected!




   "Oh ho," she smiled, "this isn't too respectful, prisoner!"




   "Um, I-I'm sorry ma'am!  It's just that your'e so, so...!"




   She pulled the table closer to him and sat on it, and then kicked


off her high heels, just in bare feet now.




   'No," she smiled, lifting up her legs, "even though we don't


use traditional punishment equipment, do you know we have the highest


score of male taming of any prison?"




   'N-no," he stammered, "I, um, didn't know that!"




   She put both balls and heels of her feet slowly against his


scrotum, trapping his erection, and he sighed with pleasure.




   "Yes, that's why they send all you bad boys to us! Because


we know how to handle you.  Or should I say, handle these!"




   Franchot smiled from the other side of the window as the prisoner


tried not to scream!  Her girl was taking her time the way she


taught her!




   "Did you say something, prisoner?"




   "(Gasp!) um, um, ahhhh, I -----(gasp)"




   "It's difficult understanding you.  Try again!"  She loved the


feeling of male genitals under her feet or in her hands, playing


with them, squeezing, pinching, pulling, and sometimes punching


and slapping and kicking.  It was so much more satisfying than


using any instrument. 




   "Yes, even the biggest and strongest male has a very big


weakness, don't you think, prisoner?"




   "(Gasp!)  pl (sob) please don't!"




   She giggled, took some of the pressure off because she didn't


want him to pass out!




   "We're feeding you boys a special diet and drugs, so unless we


actually pop a ball or break a blood vessel, and we have a doctor


in house to fix that too, you'll be ready for more treatment


the next day, in the same place!  Isn't that nice?"




   "Arrghhhhh!"  Sweat drops were popping from his red face,


as he tried to reply.




   "Mmmmmm!"  she squirmed, pussycream leaking over the table


and dripping onto the floor.  She smiled as she thought of making


him lick that up later! She turned and winked at the mirror,


hoping Franchot was proud of her.  She talked some more with


the muscular prisoner, letting the pressure off, testing and


informing me of new rules, evaluating his responses, but


that was always just a pause before she had to use her bare


feet against his warm throbbing testicles again, feeling them


resist her pressure, watching his face and eyes as she applied


more, feeling the sperm sacs get trapped under her feet.




   "Oooh," she sighed, listening to the screaming and begging


now. "But not yet!" she said to herself as she dropped her feet.




   Gasping and sobbing, he moaned, dripping sweat, he looked up


and saw she had moved the table back.




   "W-what....!"




   "That's just a tiny sample, prisoner!"




   "A s-sample, (gasp)!"




   "Yes, but wer'e not finished yet!"




   "N-no, please, your'e not going to...!"




   "No, is that what you think?"  She giggled, and swung her


bare foot and smacked his testicles  with the instep. He


contorted, his eyes bulged and he gasped, jangling in his bonds.




   She waited for him to recover.  She had gotten his right


testicle perfectly, but only partially the left one!




   Bobby watched in horror as she moved her foot back again,


"No, Please...!"




   WHACK!  She giggled as he screamed.


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