Chapter 10
The Degradation of Busty Nightly
Pamela Clayton stood over the bound prisoner lying sprawled on the table as the vibrators induced another orgasm that set her legs quivering and sent a trail of fluid onto the towel.
"Now, my dear Busty, you're ready for your performance. I can't wait for everyone to see your new tits and your enormous pussy shackled in chains. I will enjoy watching you cry as you're being tortured and degraded. It's time for you to learn your place." Pamela rolled her baton along the woman's thighs and pressed the switch to send a charge through her soaking vagina. The girl howled through her gag and once more tears rolled down her face.
"You think because you once had a big office, a fancy car and a smart suit that you're not like these whores. Well, today you'll learn that you're just a degraded and shameless slut like all the others. Your arse and your pussy belong to me, and I can do what I want with you." Another dose from the baton, and another muted scream. "This is the price for stealing from your bank and thinking that you could frame someone else. Did you know that Miss Kipowski will be joining us for your performance? I'm sure you will have a lot to discuss." Pamela giggled at the prisoner's terrified stare. She tried to speak, but Pamela silenced her with a touch of her baton that provoked another trickle of tears.
Pamela drew away the cloth to reveal the device that would display her to the Board, two vertical planks drawing together to form a V shape attached to a stand. She dragged the prisoner to her feet and fixed the shackles to her hands. Then, Pamela tilted the board to lay horizontal and Busty arched her back, her legs dangling over the edge of the wood. Pamela grasped a foot and attached the ankle to the bar over her head. Busty screamed as she realised how she was to be displayed with her vagina and her anus exposed to her former colleagues as the highlight of the prisoners' performance.
Pamela's mobile tinkled into life.
"Fine. Yes, Director, we're on our way." Pamela could not resist a smile as her victim twisted in the clasps holding her ankles and her wrists.
"Now, are you ready for your grand entrance? I'm sure everyone will enjoy a view of your ravaged pussy and your huge breasts." She tapped the tender lips with her baton. "That's a whore's pussy, red and worn. We made your jugs so big to make you look ridiculous, like a common whore." Pamela smiled again. "This is your worst nightmare, but if you misbehave today, I'll make your life a living hell." She touched her once more with the baton, letting the metal stroke the exposed vagina. "The humiliation must be almost killing you. That is why today is such an education. After today you will know you are nothing but a sex slave, a slut fit only for torture and abuse. Busty, it's time for your grand entrance."
Pamela pushed the bondage device into the corridor, to find the hallway teeming with male office workers anxious for a glance at the special whores from the Harmon County Prison, a myth that was already raging through the bars and clubs of Texan high society and business circles.
"Gentlemen, if you please. Miss Northampton wishes to see the Board."
The door opened and Barbara Northampton was brought into the Board Room to a blend of gasps and laughter from her former colleagues.
Carmel joined Pamela by the door with her new guest.
"Ladies and gentlemen. I'm sure you heard that one of your former employees, Miss Barbara Northampton, was sent to Harmon County Prison just four months ago. Well, I'm delighted to show you what we can achieve within such a short time. This is her debut, and I've chosen a new name for her, Busty Nightly."
Barbara, now to be known as Busty, was rolled into the middle of the room. Her huge breasts glowed from the sweat and the Kiriko left her vagina lips glistening under the lights. The tears cascaded down her cheeks, but she knew that, after attempting to frame her secretary for the theft, she would find no sympathy in this room. She closed her eyes, but there was no escaping the sound of familiar voices, some taunting and some disgusted by the sight before them.
"How can she appear like that?"
"What has she done to her body? She's a complete slut now."