The tired looking woman dragged herself to her cell door, it was approaching her feeding time and if she wasn't there to meet her jailer she didn't eat. Of course he would present his cock through the bars and she would have to suck him dry before she was given her meal of disgusting slop, the guards cum was now the best part of her diet the rest was so bad..
Sometimes the guard or guards would make her place her floppy, drooping tits through the bars so they could play with them while she sucked their cocks, and sometimes they would make her press her sagging ass against the bars so they could fuck her from behind, either in her ass or her cunt. But that didn't happen so much anymore, not since she had become so stretched out, so loose.
No, it was almost always her mouth they demanded now, she had become well practiced at the art of sucking a man's cock, and she could get them off quickly and receive her meal. Not that the food they gave her was worth it, scraps from the guards table often crawling with bugs was her everyday fare now where she once had only the freshest and finest food served to her.
Now, if she was lucky, if she sucked their cocks especially well she might get a treat, a piece of candy, or what she prized even more, one of those vials containing the drug her body constantly craved, the opiate that relieved her tired pain wracked wreck of a body and sent her shattered mind into blissful darkness for hours. They gave her what they called her "medicine" just often enough to keep her hooked, but allowing her to go through withdraw over and over again
Months of intense torture, both physical and mental had ruined her mind, body and spirit, she truly wanted to die, but could not bring herself to suicide. There was always a glimmer of hope while she still breathed. At first they had kept her in strict bondage constantly to keep her from killing herself as she was sadistically used by scores of men and women in every perverse way imaginable. People had traveled from all over the world to use her, to torture her, to break her. And they had succeeded, she was a fucked out husk of what she had been as she sat like an animal, like she had been trained, on her haunches, her hands presenting her drooping stretch marked tits out for inspection, like anyone besides the lowest of jailers wanted to see them anymore.
But today there was something different, she heard several voices and she dared to look up, normally she kept her eyes down cast trying to avoid attention, but today she heard strange voices, and an all too familiar one.
"Is that pathetic creature really her?' an impeccably dressed woman in her mid forties asked.
"Yes, it is" a man answered.
A younger woman, just as well dressed chimed in, "She looks so….so…old and used up mom! I think he is playing a trick on you; there is no way that is her! Look at her! Her tits stretch to her knees, and I bet you could drive a bus up her ass!"
"Well" the man explained, "she has fucked countless men, dogs, Clydesdale horses, you have no doubt seen or at least heard of the videos? She has given birth to ten fine daughters who are being groomed now as well. She was used as a milk cow for years, until her udders dried up."
"Well I don't see where she is worth the lease price, even if she is who you say she is!" the older woman declared, "She is a fucked out hulk!"
"She does still have some redeeming features though" the man offered. "She is completely tamed, perfectly safe for one, and considering whom she was, you would not have wanted her before we broke her!"
The woman kneeling in front of the three people felt something she hadn't in a long, long time, shame. They were talking about her like a pet at the humane society, SHE WAS FOR SALE! She was SAFE! The bastards had made her SAFE! That stung worse than anything…
"I don't know mom, she looks pretty ugly now" the younger woman whined. "I want a pretty heroine for my eighteenth birthday party! Not this fucked out whore! My god, look at those stretched out cut lips, they drag the floor!"
"Might I suggest you try this one's mouth first?' the man asked, "It is amazing, I use it myself now and then!"
""May I?' the older woman asked rhetorically, knowing full well he wasn't going to refuse her anything.
"Certainly!" he replied, "Slut, service this woman!"
The prisoner crawled to the bars and placed her face between two that had been modified for just this purpose. There was an opening at just the right height big enough for her to thrust her head through. She placed the back of her head on a bench welded to the cell so her mouth was up, perfect for someone to straddle and ride.
The middle aged woman quickly dropped a thong from out under her short skirt that she quickly hiked up over her hips.
Before she lowered herself of the prisoner's face the man handed her a chain with clamps on either end. The woman smile devilishly as she reached through the bars to snap the vicious nipple clamps in place. "God, I can't reach those saggy milk bags you sloppy whore, hand them up her! You are disgusting!"
The prisoner held her own tits up for the woman to place the clamps on her nipples. There were already large rings in them that they could have attached the chains to, but the sadist wanted her to hurt just a bit more and clamped them at the base of each stretched and swollen nipple after stretching them tightly by their rings. The prisoner thought the woman was going to rip them out of her nipples, a pain she had experienced several time before at the hands of the bastard selling her!
The woman slammed the back of the prisoner's head against the bench once more, lowering herself over the prisoners face. She gave a shudder as a pierced tongue found her clit and lapped at it expertly. "OH MY BUFFY! YOU SIMPLY HAVE TO TRY THIS!" she cried as she humped the prisoner's face pulling on the nipple clamps like reins as she rode.
"Mom, you know I don't like women, you old cougar dyke!" her daughter laughed.
"You will like THIS one dear, trust me, oh my GAAWWWDDD TTRRUUSSSTTT MMMEEE!!!!! FFFFUUUCCCKK MMMEEEEE WWWIIITTHH YOUR TONGUE WHORE! LICK MY CUNT SLAVE! MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR WHORE FACE! OOOHHH GGGAAAWWWDDD DAAMMM SHE CAN LICK A CUNT!!!!!!"
The woman came in a matter of minutes, the prisoners all too talented tongue tore an orgasm from her in mere moments, followed by a second just a couple more moments later.
"Buffy, try this! She is extraordinary!" the middle aged woman purred, "if your father could do this he might still be around!"
The younger relented to her mother's entreaties and mounted the prisoner's face after her mom had her third mind altering cum.
"Oh…oh my, she IS good!" the younger woman agreed. The young blond humped the prisoners face rapidly, and jerked and pulled on the chain attached to the slave's nipples, stretching them tightly and pulling against the teeth embedded in the prisoner's nipple flesh! "My GAWD you were right mom!" the girl exclaimed, "If she wasn't so ugly and saggy she would be perfect for the boys AND the girls at my party!"
"Perhaps they could clean her up some?" the older woman asked dubious that anything could be done.
"Well, for special clients such as yourselves there is something we could do, but it is expensive and would require clearance from the highest places" the man explained.
The older woman's eyes flashed coldly as she replied, "You know who I am, you know who I know, and you know if you don't make it happen if my daughter wants this whore for her party what will happen to you!"
"Yes ma'am" he answered instantly, a cold chill ran up his spine at the sound of her voice. He had taken a gamble, but the doctors at the prison had told him it would work, and if it did the powerful woman would be indebted to him. "Does the young lady want this one for her party?"
The younger woman was screaming in ecstasy as she too succumbed to the prisoner's talented tongue. "OOOOHHH GGGAAAWWDDDD YYYYEEESSSS! LICK ME SLUT! I AM GOING TO CUM ON YOUR FACE WHORE! EAT MY CUM YOU UNWORTHY CUNT!"
"I think you have her answer" the mother laughed, "If you can restore her anything like her former glory you will be greatly rewarded jailer! But should you disappoint my daughter and me, you will come to regret ever having been born; do I make myself perfectly clear?"
"Yes ma'am" he answered quickly, already counting the piles of money, the prestige, and the power this could give him.
"Where would you like her delivered?' he asked, "I will make all the arrangements, you won't be disappointed!"
The look the woman gave him made it clear he had better not….
Chapter One
The next morning
She eyed the man suspiciously as he stood in front of her, the taste of his cum still sour in her mouth. He held out a piece of chocolate broken from a bar of pure dark silky goodness. He had already given her what she craved most, a vial of the opiate that so helped her escape the pain of her existence.
Of course she had been made to pay for it as always with a demeaning, humiliating performance. The man had come to her cell, again with two females, this time the women accompanying him were guards dressed in short black latex skirts with tall black boots. They carried whips and clubs as well as a black duffel bag that seemed heavy between them. Both were nearly six feet tall, blond, blue eyed and big breasted in spite of being very fit looking.
"Kneel slave!" one commanded as the other woman opened the cell door, they didn't bother to lock it behind them; this prisoner wasn't a threat to run. The point was not lost on the cowering woman either as she sat on her haunches away from the door.
"Stand at attention!" one of the nearly identical blond guards snapped and the prisoner leapt to her feet, back straight, chest thrust out, her arms at her sides. She had not worn a stitch of clothes in years, but somehow these two women made her feel naked again after not caring for so long.
"My God, look at you whore!" one exclaimed, "You are hardly worth dragging out and beating you filthy animal!"
"It is laughable anyone once feared or respected you beast!" the other woman mocked, "Kneel and lick my boots clean dog!"
The sight of the prisoner dropping to her knees instantly and licking the woman's boot aroused the man with them greatly. It apparently did the women too; he could see their nipples pushing against the tight latex tops stretched over their large breasts.
"Very good dog!" laughed the cruel guard, "You do that very well for an ignorant beast! Make yourself useful, at least you can clean boots because no man would want you!"
The guard grabbed the captive by her matted hair as the kneeling slave got near the top of the shiny thigh high boot. She pulled up wards and the captive had been used enough to know what was being demanded of her. She licked the inside of her tormentors thigh, slowly working her way up to the edge of the short skirt before pushing it up with her head exposing a bald pussy. The slave could feel the heat emanating from the young tight cunt inches from her nose and smell the musk from her arousal.
"At least it's not another stinking fat woman" the prisoner thought to herself as she began teasing the pussy with her tongue using short wet licks, "or a horse, they are the worst"
"Oh, she is good for licking a superior woman's cunt, that is for sure!" the guard moaned as the slave went to work in earnest…."WOW, OH WOW!" she exclaimed, her lust rising.
The man could take no more, "Lean forward and grab those bars" he demanded of the guard. As the slave licked her cunt from the from front he hiked the short skirt over the guards ass and whipped out his cock and placed it against the blonde's tight pucker asshole, then before she could protest he rammed deep into her guts!
"AAAWWWWWWW!" she cried in shock, quickly it changed to a howl of lust, "AAAAHHHGGHHHHHHH AAAAWWWWWWHHHH AAAWWWWWHHHHH!" her screams went up two octaves as she squirted her woman sauce all over the prisoners face just as the man came in her ass. He pulled out of the guards bowels with a "plop!" his ball gravy leaking down her thighs.
He demonstrated his power as he made the guard lean forward and clean him with her mouth while the prisoner was forced to lick his cum from the jailors leaking ass. He liked to keep his jailers in their place now and again! The especially selected and elite guard force tending to get a bit uppity and sometimes a lesson to remind them who he is was in order, they were females after all, here for men to use! The guard had another orgasm as the slaves skillful tongue slipped down her crack and lightly flicked over her clit. "You presume much slave!" the jailer moaned as she came again. "I may have to punish you later!" But the prisoner knew the guard would likely be less cruel after receiving such a surprise, it had worked in her favor numerous times.
`The second guard spun the long time prisoner around and slapped a double ended cock gag and harness on the slave. An eight inch black cock jutted obscenely from her mouth as the sadistic jailer then rode the prisoner's face until she too squirted her come of the dark haired slave's face.
When she dismounted she laughed, "We have been so unfair, and this worthless dog has gotten no pleasure this morning while we have used her!"
"She has gotten the pleasure of serving her superiors!" the other guard proclaimed, "and that should be enough for any slave, isn't that right dog! You may speak slut!"
The prisoner's psyche took another hit; twenty plus years and these bastards could still hurt her with their words. She had to be given permission to speak; every aspect of her life was controlled by someone else.
She knew what she wanted her to say, "Yes mistress, a slave should be happy when it pleases its mistress."
"Are you happy that I allowed you to drink my cum whore?" the second guard asked
"Yes mistress" the prisoner answered, condition to respond that way from years of abuse. "It is a slave's duty to please…"
"Very good pet!" the man laughed, "You deserve a reward! One of you give her your nightstick!"
The blond closest to the prisoner handed the dark haired woman her baton, "Fuck yourself to an orgasm for us slut, and don't you dare fake it whore, we will know!"
The prisoner took the nightstick in a shaking hand. She had been made to fuck herself many times, but being told to as a reward was still humiliating. But as a survival tool she had learned to switch her libido on and off when needed, and it was needed now.
"Put on a show for us slut!" laughed one guard.
"Cum on my night stick slut" the other one added, "Then lick it clean!"
The prisoner had learned decades ago the punishment for defying them was far worse than the shame of committing just one more degrading act. She seductively licked the baton like a lovers cock before slowly sliding it into her already moistening slit.
"HHMMM" she moaned in a sultry voice as the big stick slid easily into her cunt. "MMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMM!!" she moaned, her voice rising in pitch each time she thrust the nightstick into her self.
Then her moans turned more breathless as the others could see the billy club glistening from her lubrication, "OOOHHHH AWWWWWW OOOOHHHHH!!!!! OOOOHHH!!!! OOOOHHH!!!!!" she was screaming when she came in a gush, the nightstick buried nearly a foot into her twat. "AAAWWWWWWWWWW GGGGAAAWWWDDDDDDD!" she cried as she finished herself off. Then panting heavily she licked the baton clean erotically as she could.
"Damn, look at that whore!" one of the blond guards laughed, "look how wet she got, look at her nipples, you could put an eye out with those!"
The other guard laughed too, "Well if her tits weren't so stretched and saggy that her nipples point straight down!"
"Very good slut, very good!" the man added like you would compliment a dog that had just performed a trick particularly well. "But we didn't come to see you lay around and fuck yourself slut!"
His voice changed from jovial to dead serious, "I have come with an offer for you prisoner number 001. You may speak."
"Offer master?" her voice squeaked, she didn't get to use it much, she was a bit out of practice and she was very apprehensive, these "offers" were invariably painful and humiliating.
"Well prisoner 001, you have been here a little over forty years now" the man stated, roughly twice the lifetime of these two" He pointed at the guards. "For the last twenty you have been a model prisoner. Your rehabilitation has been declared a success by the state! Congratulations 001, I know it can't have been easy on you."
The prisoner thought to herself, "You bastard that is putting it mildly to say the least! I have been gang raped countless times, forced to fuck and suck animals in front of cheering crowds, bred like an animal, my babies pulled from my arms…. You could say it was hard on me!"
"Are you interested 001 or do you wish to complete your life sentence here?" the man asked. "Would you rather return to something like what you used to be, I have it in my power to grant that wish, with certain provisions, and safeguards in place of course."
"W…why are you doing this?' the prisoner asked, years of false promises and disappointments had made her beyond cynical.
"Simple really" he laughed, "I can make money and gain power by using you. And I will be using you, but you need to decide if being used as you are now, or as I am going to purpose is better. To remain here and slowly rot, or be some semblance of what you once were is up to you, it is your choice!"
She thought about it for a few moments, he had not promised the moon and the stars as others had, he had been upfront about his using her for his own gain, no flowery speeches. No bull shit about how much better her life was going to be, no offer of freedom… Just a less oppressive slavery.
What do I have to do?' she asked, "And what will it gain me?"
"VERY sensible questions 001, very sensible indeed!" he exclaimed. "You would very likely be used as you are here, used as a sex object and treated like a dog daily"
"That's not much of an incentive" the woman answered dubiously.
"But there is more to my offer! Don't interrupt me slut!" he exclaimed, "You will be much better fed, kept in far better quarters, and best of all slut, you will get to wear this again!"
He motioned and the two black latex clad women opened the zippered duffel bag they carried in. One pulled out a scrap of cloth that brought a gasp from the prisoner.
"M…my uniform…?" she stammered, choked with emotion.
"Yes 001" he laughed at her surprise, "Are you ready to be Wonder Woman again!"
The woman's bright blue eyes welled up with tears, they flowed down her cheeks in torrents. She cried every day when they tortured her, but this was pure emotion causing the torrents now. "W…what do you want me to do?'
""You will work for me" the man answered simply.
"Doing what?' she asked, unable to take her eyes of the scarlet bustier with her trademark gold eagle on the front.
"Whatever I ask, with no questions or hesitation" he informed her flatly. "And I will ask you to do things the old Wonder Woman would never do, but prisoner 001 does every day. DO you remember how you came to be here as a slave whore?'
Diana Prince, AKA Wonder Woman remembered all too well, she had been sold out by her government to the Nazis!