Chapter 5. State Brothels
The sun was just setting as I crossed the Marta River Bridge, leaving the city
behind. A little further on was the half-mile causeway to Channel Island. The
three square mile island, an ancient plug blown out of a volcano, rose out of
sea near the mouth of the Marta River. Surrounded by high sheer cliffs the
causeway was the only way off and on the island. At each end of the causeway a
security checkpoint made sure that only adults would enjoy the pleasures of the
casinos, hotels, restaurants, galleries, and resorts. One of the main
attractions was the brothel district in the old fort. Within it's walls over a
dozen clubs catered to all tastes, the largest being Tarl Cabot's where I was
headed. Being early evening the fort was just coming to life, it's bistros
starting to fill. I turned my car into the tunnel like opening in the ancient
fort wall passing through another security checkpoint. This was the only way
into the fort. Security used a very sensitive scanner system to assure that no
inmate escaped. Each woman who worked in the brothels, be it a long term inmate
from the prison system serving part of her time in the 'hell cells' or a women
sentenced to serve a few weekends for some minor violation, had a small coded
sensor embed under her skin, which could be detected more then ten feet away.
This made escape almost impossible. It was well know that attempted escape was
an automatic life sentence at hard labor.
I drove two blocks though the narrow streets and pulled up in front of Cabot's.
A tall young woman dressed in a skin tight, neck to ankle, sleeveless latex
jumpsuit and high heels ran quickly up to the car and opened the door. I could
tell by her hot flushed face, she was very uncomfortable in the stifling outfit.
The air temperature was till in the upper 80's. Her heels must have been six
inches high and looking closely I could see the outlines of a thick vaginal plug
held in by the clinging black latex. I tossed her the keys even before she could
ask if I wanted valet service. Her partner stood at ridged attention, hands
clasped behind her head, chest up and out at the club door waiting for the next
car needing valet service. She looked straight ahead, sweat dripping down her
smooth oval face. I know the small bulge in the shiny black latex that covered
her ample tits was a nipple clamp.
As the reddish glow of the setting sun painted the sky I decided to walk around
a bit. The atmosphere was a cross between a Moroccan Suk and the New Orleans
French Quarter. Warm light from gas lamps bathed the cobble stone streets. In
front of me, three men in business suits where talking, one of them said to the
others, 'Did you know that Maria from the filing room was sentenced to four
weekends of service at Cabot's. She was behind on her rent so her landlord took
her to court. You know her, the thin shy one with the short blond hair, about
thirty. I sure would like to see that bitch, they have her whoring on the
street. Lets check around the corner.' As I follow them around the corner one
of them yelled, 'There she is!' pointing to slim young woman. She stood in front
of a large stucco wall with half a dozen others, all trying to get the attention
of passing cars and men walking by. The women ranged in age from late teens to
early sixties. Some wore micro skirts, and halter tops, others like the one
sixty year old where in hip hugger shorts split up the side to the waist and
sleeveless T-shirt tops that came just to the bottoms of their breasts. Each had
on a wide steel collar with a chain leash hanging down. The three men crowded
around the only female that was totally naked save for her high heels. Maria,
the file clerk, blushed with shame at being seen by people who knew her from
work. One of the men said, 'Well look who we have here! It's little Maria from
the file room. Have you always shaved your pussy Maria? I never thought you
where the type, but it does make up for your little tits!' Maria's face and
chest grew even rosier as another said, 'Lets get a room for a few hours, I bet
Maria would like to show us what you have learned here. Wouldn't you?' She
nodded weakly, shifting from one foot to another, as a trickle of sweat dripped
down between small white breasts. 'How long you been here Maria?' he asked.
'Just an hour this is my second weekend. It's so humiliating! I am so ashamed!
Please, Please don't tell anyone at the office, I don't know how I could face
them on Monday. They gave me a choice between this and six months in prison, I
though this would be better, but I never dreamed I would have to be naked!' They
all laughed, and one said 'Well Maria if you treat us right we won't tell anyone
at the office, right guys!' 'Sure', they echoed. Maria pushed her chest out a
bit.
Behind me a man shouted to his friend, 'Cost us only a little more'. His friend
yanked up on the leash of a mature full-bodied redhead. 'Your ours for two days
bitch.' He said pulling down her halter-top to bare a pair of large white heavy
breasts. 'We have permission for the pain cell!' Wide eyed she protested, 'No
nooo, I am only here for three months, that was not part of my sentence, please
Nooooo don't take me to the pain cells I am just a university student, I am not
ready for that!' She yelped as he slapped her left tit, leaving a red handprint
and led her away in handcuffs.
As the men went in the club leading their whore by her leash, I watched the
oldest one, trying to keep her pendulous breasts under her T-shirt, as a large
black car pulled to the curb. It's back window rolled down, and a hand came out
pointing to the sixty-year-old. She hurried over, placing her hands on the top
of the car and leaning forward, the bottoms of her fleshy tits showing, their
large dark nipples pointing down. A hand came out and jerked up her T-shirt. She
blushed as her hanging udders where roughly stroked up and down each held like a
piece of meat being weighed and judged. Her long dark nipples stiffed with more
pinches and twists. An order came from the car. She quickly pushed down the
waistband of her shorts to expose her large belly. 'Please Sir! I need to make
my quota, or they will whip me. I am a half price bitch. Let me serve you and
your friends I am very good at sucking. I have to serve each weekend for a month
and I am behind in my quota, if I don't meet it they will sentence me to a
year.' She pleaded. 'Lets see it all,' came a voice from within the car. She
blushed but complied at the order to reveal her pussy, pulling her shorts down,
revealing meaty thighs and thick shaved labia. A command from inside the car
ordered her to spread her legs wide and hold her smooth labia open. Blushing
with humiliation she did so, enduring a few minutes of clit rubbing. A small
crown was gathering to watch her pant and wiggle in naked display. Sweat
trickled down her wide back. A shiny wetness coated her large soft thighs, as
the bystanders laughed making fun of the sixty old in her public degradation.
A man from the club suddenly appeared, and spoke to the driver. The window in
the back rolled up as the man from the club pulled the almost naked whore's
leash, walking her to a door in the wall. She knew enough to walk with her hands
at the back of her head, elbows back. Soon he returned with her in tow. She was
now totally naked expect for heavy ankle chains, each wrist shackled to the back
of her waist chain and a full rubber hood encasing her head, leaving two small
nose holes for air. Two tight elastic bands encircled each hanging tit, biting
deeply into the mature flesh, forcing the aureole to a painful bulging cone of
mahogany teat. The car truck popped open. She was lifted up, placed on her belly
and re-shackled into a strict hog-tie. In spite of the hood I could plainly hear
her screaming, 'Noooo, Nooo, not six months, I was sentenced to just weekends.
There must be some mistake. You have the wrong person..' The truck lid slammed
down amid the laughter of the small crowd, except for the others on display.
They all knew the same fate could await them. There might be no return from a
ride chained naked in the trunk of a strange car.
Each street whore had to fill a daily quota. For most of them it took twelve to
sixteen hours, but for the plain ones and the older ones it could take much
longer, so they had to work hard at attracting attention and offering themselves
at every opportunity. They soon learned that even if they did not have to bare
their breasts or fully expose themselves, they did it anyway to attract
customers. Many a shy secretary or school teacher soon found themselves
voluntary naked in public, offering their bodies to strangers. They never
dreamed of using words like fuck and cunt would enter their vocabulary. But
there they stood, the plain ones holding their labia open to strange men saying,
with blushing humiliation. 'My cunt is real tight, fuck me tonight Sir.' Some
even volunteered for the pen, an area just down from where I stood. The pens
where unique to Cabot's.
As the car drown away, someone taped me on the shoulder. It was Tarl, owner of
the club. 'Welcome Inspector, my security cameras spotted you.' 'Nice to see you
again', I understand the General sent you. We need to talk, but first let me
show you around. That old bitch you just saw, used to be a school director. The
men in the car where once her students. She had some problems with money and got
a four-weekend sentence here, had to serve it out in that little T-shirt and
shorts. So humiliating for her. The judge give her a quota of twenty cock sucks
or fucks a day, but she didn't get half that. Last weekend she went topless but
that didn't help. One of her former students spotted her and made arrangements
to up her sentence to a year on his father's plantation. They didn't tell her of
course. Even now she thinks it's going to be six months. I have been to the that
plantation, he has some cells back in the hills were the conditions are harsher
than most prisons. I wouldn't be suprised if she were sold in slavery.'
We walked through the crowd, back to the club entrance. The female valets where
busy parking cars as we entered the club. A pretty young hostess dressed like
the valets outside, in neck to ankle black latex jump suit escorted us though an
arched hallway into the main club. When she turned I saw that the back of her
jump suit was cut out, except for the neck collar, exposing her entire back and
half of her high round butt cheeks. The main club area was a very large room,
with black walls and ceiling, a long chrome bar, and shiny low tables and
chairs. Each table had a small shaded light giving it an intimate glow. On two
raised stages dancers slowly writhed to the heavy beat of the music. The place
was packed with both male and female customers. The dancers for the most part
wore only the smallest of G-strings, thin leather collars, and calf high boots.
Their oiled bodies sparkled in the spotlights. Each was deeply tanned, hair
slicked back. The waitresses moved quickly from table to table. Like the others
they wore skin tight latex jump suits, opened in a deep V down the front, to
just above the pubes, showing off the inside of their breasts. Several also had
a crotch opening exposing bare labia, they looked ashamed at the exposure as
their white flesh protruded out in sharp contrast to the black latex. Others
had their butt cheeks bare. Looking at them Tarl commented, 'Most of the ones
in this room are serving short sentences, from three to six months for minor
charges. The latex body suits are very hot and restricting, and exposes just
what they don't want exposed.' He said with a laugh as a thin young waitress
came to our table. Expect for a wide neck collar her entire front was exposed
right down to her bare pubs. She was flat chested with large ruby nipples and
big fleshy labia. A look of total humiliation on her round smooth face. As a
trickle of sweat dripped down her bare chest she glanced quickly at Tarl then
averted her eyes to the next table. It was obvious she knew the four men seated
there and did not want them to notice her. Tarl nodded, 'The usual'. But before
she could scamper away to get our drinks the men at the next table waved her
over. By the time she got to their table her face and chest where a deep blush
of shame. 'I thought it was you!,' one of them said. The whole table laughed to
the girl's added distress. 'I bet your ready to take our drink orders aren't you
Gisele?' he said. 'Yes Sir.' She responded in a whisper. 'Sir?', he said, 'they
do train you well here, you never called me that when you worked in my father
shop. I bet they trained you for a lot more then just getting us some drinks.
How long was that sentence they give you for stealing from the store? A year? I
guess they didn't believe your innocent plea. Well let's see what you can do
before we order.' He pointed to a dildo mounted on the edge of the table. 'Mount
it bitch! And take our orders'. She moved up to the edge of the table and
started to rub the thick black rubber phallus between her bare labia. As the men
watched it soon became wet and she raised herself up on tiptoes wiggling till it
entered her wet pussy. Again they laughed and ordered their drinks as she pumped
the dildo. She was so flustered, blushing deeply, she almost forgot to say,
'Thank you Sir for letting me fuck the dildo and getting my cunt wet, I will be
right back with your drinks.' But before she could go one of them said, 'Oh and
Gisele bring back a leash and shackles, tell the bar tender to reserve one of
the rooms for a few hours, we are going to have some fun with you.' Again they
laughed. 'Yes Sir' she said, 'Do you want a regular room or one of the bitch
breaker cells in the cellar. The dungeon cells are an extra charge.' 'The
dungeon.' He said, 'We want to see how you fuck and suck in nip clamps with the
whips!' as they all turned to watch the dancers, she rushed off.
Soon our wine arrived, a full-bodied, Merlot. 'Let me show you around, we have
added some new rooms since you last visited. In addition to the usual short
sentence females we have been getting some of the more hard core ones from the
prison system. They allow us to offer a more extreme from of service for our
customers. These prison system inmates have few limits on what we can do with
them and how hard and long they can be worked.' Tarl explained. We finished our
wine, getting up to continue the tour. At the next table the little waitress,
Gisele, had returned with the men's drinks and a leash and shackles. As they had
her put them on she pleaded, 'I know it's against the rules to ask but please
don't take me down to the cells. If you do they are allowed to keep me there for
the rest of my sentence as a no limits slave. That could be eight months!' The
men all laughed. Gisele's nipples where stiff.
Tarl led the way to a passage near the bar. It want down a slight incline
opening to a brick lined chamber with several other passages leading off in
different directions. Tarl turned into the closest stopping at a steel door, he
slided back a small view panel so I could see inside. 'This is what we call a
milking room, the customers love it, there is even a video camera inside that
the people in the bar and see.' Looking though the small panel I saw a very
small room, perhaps only four by five feet, brightly lit with smooth white
walls. Two of the opposite sidewalls had small waist high holes in them.
Sticking out of each hole was an erect cock. In the room a totally naked,
skinny, flat chested female had her mouth on one cock, her right hand on the one
next to it and her left hand on the one poking though the opposite wall. She was
working each vigorously, her head pumping up and down on the one in her month
while stroking the other two with her hands. The floor and walls below the holes
looked sticky wet with cum. She too was cover with streaks of sweat mixed with
cum, her short black hair matted, chest and thighs heavily coated. Working
frantically she switched cocks as the one in her right hand begin to squirt a
thick stream of cum. Part of it splattered in her face before she could get her
mouth over the ejaculating member. 'We have two other rooms like this one. Most
of the bitches working them are serving one to two year sentences. This one was
a schoolteacher, she refused her administrators sexual advances so he arranged
to have her charged with stealing. She is 37, had only one lover when she was
twenty-five. One of those plain types nobody notices. You can imagine her
humiliation doing this for 12 hours a day! After her shift here she goes into a
fuck cell, just an iron cot with a thin mattress. There she works for another 3
hours as a whore. We don't allow her to bath, some customers like a sweat coated
cum covered whore. She is then allowed to sleep in that cell till her next milk
room shift, unless some discipline is needed. This one was easy to train, took
only a few whippings. Now lets go now to the cellar area.' Tarl said as we
walked back to the main chamber to find another passage.
The air became warmer and more humid the deeper we went into the old part of the
fortress. After making our way down several ancient passages we came to a heavy
security door. Tarl slipped a card into the lock. A small green light came on.
Opening the door he explained 'this is the back way into an area we call the
bitch breaker cells. The customers come down here by elevator an that opens into
the public area, made up of ten cells where for a fee they can torment a female
of their choice or bring one down from the club or street. What they don't see
is an even larger complex of cells the military secretly uses for
interrogations. It really an underground high security prison. Most of females
held here are rebels or rebel sympathizers from the university, ones stopped at
the borders, or within Khym City. They are as a security measure, no lawyers,
trials or visitors. The exact location of where they are is a state secret. Some
go on to prisons in the jungle, or are quietly sold out of the country, after
interrogation. We never execute a prisoner they are too valuable. A few we use
as agents within the rebel movement. More then 50 females are now underground
agents posing as rebels. Let me show you one that might be useful to us.'
After descending several more flights of old steps and passing through another
security door Tarl lead me down a gray passage to several cells. I walked
carefully, the only light came of widely spaced bulbs where the vaulted ceiling
met the wall. At the far end was a large cell, its door open. Inside a young
female prisoner sat, strapped down tightly to a heavy wooden chair. The seat of
the chair was two narrow boards at right angles, forcing her thighs wide apart.
Straps held her ankles and thighs firmly down. The back of the chair was just an
iron post with a cross piece to which her arms where shackled outstretched to
either side. A waist strap secured her to the back post. She was totally naked
coated with a thick layer of sweat. The kind of sweat that comes from enduring
long hours of hard interrogation. Her hair had been cut very short, matted and
wet as was her hairless pubes. The wide angle of her legs spread open the young
prisoner's bare labia showing a small metal clamp that held the hood of her
glistening clitoris back. Just visible were the ends of two metal studded
dildos. One anal, the other filling her vagina. From each dildo electric wires
ran to a control box on a table, tended to by a security guard. I immediately
recognized the prisoner as Tina Alverse, from the plane. The eighteen-year-olds
eyes widened when she saw me. She wiggled slightly in the restrains causing her
large high tits to sway. Then her mouth tightened in response to the needle
clamps that pierced the base of each erect nipple. Wires also lead from these
clamps to the guards electric control box. It looked like she was about to say
something, but reconsidered. Holding her mouth wide open was a steel ring held
in with a strap around the back of her head. Another needle clamp pierced her
tongue forcing it out through the ring. It too had a wire to the box.
Tarl nodded to the guard. Tina's started to moan as he applied the current to
her dildos, then in rapid succession tits and tongue. She arched her back, chest
thrusting up and out, and began to wail. Large beads of sweat burst out on her
smooth shin as the banker's daughter strained with every muscle howling like an
animal under her punishment. Perspiration on ran down to the undersides of the
teens jutting tits and trickled over her belly in little hot streams, wetting
her dildo parted labia. After a long minute she slumped, gasping, the current
stopped. Tarl moved closer running his fingers over her hot tits, making little
patterns in her sweat. Speaking quietly he said, 'Now tell the Inspector
everything you have told us, unless you want another stock'.
In a horse garbled voice Tina began. 'I was a messenger for the rebels, carrying
notes from my classmates and professors at the university to Mexico City. My
mother and older sister had asked me to do it. My father also knew, but when
his secretary found out he decided to run off with her and the bank's money. I
took the messages to a small group of rebels in Mexico who are trying to buy
weapons. Their leader is Pauline Gomez the professor. She was the one who told
my father's secretary and caused him to leave my mother and the country. If
there were some way to get back at her and the rebels for what they did to my
family I would do it! She screamed. 'And do you know the names of the rebels you
had contact with?' Tarl asked. Yes, the three at the university who are students
of Professor Gomez and the three in Mexico City, I have already told you those.'
'Do you know what would happen if they find out you told us?' he questioned. 'Oh
yes! They would have me kidnapped in taken to one of their jungle camps, I know
what they do there to traitors of the cause. It's awful.' Tina moaned. 'They
told us traitors are worked in the jungle camps from dawn to dusk with no rest,
broken under this whip, to build underground bunkers. I don't want to end up
like that! I will plead guilty. I will ask mercy from the judge, even if it
means a long prison term. It would be better to be a whore then serve under the
rebels in the jungle.' 'Well,' said Tarl 'We may have a way out for you. It will
spare you both prison and the rebel's revenge. If your willing you can be a spy
for us, free to travel and report, posing as a rebel. The alternative is prison,
a prison as harsh as any rebel camp. And your mother, sister and grand mother
will join you in that prison, unless you cooperate.' Tina straightened up as
best she could. 'Yes I will do it! But please don't torture me any more. I will
do anything you ask.' 'Good,' said Tarl 'Now I want you to tell the security
officer again about your sex life, every detail, who has fucked you, how you
masturbate, everything.' 'Please Sir, must I do it again, I told you things I
have never told anyone.' Tarl looked sternly at the sweating naked teen. She
whispered, 'Yes Sir I will tell you everything again. Every detail.'
As we left Tina's interrogation cell, I could hear her screaming again from
another shock. 'She will make a good spy for us. Young and strong, she hates the
rebels even more than us. When you can, visit her mother and the others they are
being held at Camp 5. I understand they are all as good looking at this one,
even the fifty-four year old grandmother. Tina is the key to the rebel's Mexican
connection, she even told us she served as a sex slave to them, but before she
goes I want her to get a taste of both the sex cell here and the
punishment-training unit. It will impress upon her what will happen if she
fails.'
We left the security area, passing several cells of prisoners. A few of them
clothed but most naked. Some shackled with handcuffs, others suspended from
ceiling chains.
In the public cells customers brought a female from those working on the streets
or in the club. They rented the cells by the hour. Each was equipped with
numerous whips, chains, and clamps. Maria, the file clerk was in the first cell
we came to. Her three co-workers had her hanging from the ceiling by her wrists.
Two held her legs wide while the third fucked the helpless female. From the
looks of the welts on her back and chest they made good use of the cell's whips.
Maria moaned and grunted with each cock thrust, throwing her head back and
screaming out. In the next cell the redhead for the street, was also chained by
her wrists. Each tit encircled with thick elastic bands that bit into her bare
tit flesh. She was bend forward with one man behind her working his cock in and
out of her anus while his partner forced his cock into her mouth as he slapped
each hanging tit. Her heavy thighs quivered with the punishing fucking, tears
streamed down her red cheeks.
Gisele, our waitress was in the cell across from the others. Lying on an old
mattress she was sandwiched between two men, a cock on her anus and cunt, while
a third filled her mouth. Pumping hard at all her holes the little waitress was
coated with sweat her eyes wide with the effort of multiple penetrations. Her
red nipples poked stiffly up from her almost flat chest. A few more hours and
she would again be back waiting tables.
As I drove home the temperature was down in the seventies under a clear sky.
Most of the neighbors where asleep. My security light was the only one light on
the street. A soft warm breeze blew in from the jungle. In the living room the
phone light blinked, tomorrow would be soon enough to answer it.
