Completely naked and spread eagle on the mat, Martha laid there, absorbing the eerie calm that has settled around her.
"What now?" she asked herself between gasps for air.
"You're her Bitch now... that's what," her inner voice dreadfully reminded her.
"So what happens next?" Martha pondered, her already weak spine turning to icy slush when she looked up through her squinted eyes to see the unquenched hunger dripping from Bella's face.
"Flip her over Trina... get her up on her knees with her ass in the air," Bella demanded.
Still winded from her orgasm moments earlier, Martha strained and grunted as Trina rolled her rickety body over 180 degrees until she was flat on her chest.
Feeling Trina's hands scoop underneath her belly like a spatula, Martha held her breath and bit her tongue as she was propped up on all fours, like a tired old dog.
"Good," Bella grinned from above. "Work your fingers around her pussy Trina... Keep that cunt slick until I'm ready!"
"What's she going to do to me... she said earlier she had no use for me... that this was all for Trina," Martha trembled, as if any promise Bella made was worth the breath it took to utter.
On her knees and face down, Martha couldn't imagine being in a more compromising position as she waited for the sadistic woman above to make the next move. Unable to see what was happening behind her, she simply held her breath and waited.
"UURRGGHH," Martha groaned loudly into the cushion below when she felt Trina's snarling lips and tongue re-enter her snatch.
Unable to keep her hips from instinctively rocking back and forth against the young girl's lapping mouth, Martha pressed her forehead harder against the mat and strained her hands out to each side to keep from toppling over.
The dread and anticipation over what Bella was preparing to do went on and on for Martha as she knelt there with Trina's mouth deeply wedged against her vulva for the second time.
"GAWWWDDD... MMMPPPHH... GAWWWWD," Martha cackled maniacally, disgusted by the way her body was betraying her yet again.
"How fucking easy is she?" Bella chuckled under her breath, standing patiently and waiting her turn as Trina took Martha right up to the point of release for a second time.
"OK... OK... that's enough Trina... I'll take it from here... good job... now you know what to do," Bella gleamed, patting her young Cuban slave on the head for a chore well done before shooing her away.
Several moments after Trina's eager oral embrace was removed from her cunt, Martha continued to languish there on her hands and knees, her mind and body in utter shambles as she mourned the loss of her second orgasm, taken away just as she was about to succumb to it.
Sensing, in her self imposed darkness, that Bella was on the verge pouncing, Martha trembled like a druggie experiencing DT's, waiting for something to happen.
Finally, Martha felt Bella's meaty fingers collide with her swollen vagina and as she grinded her head side to side on the mat, she just knew Bella's mouth would soon take the same space Trina's had just left.
Working her hips back and forth against Bella's swirling digits, Martha swallowed hard wondering just how many other women had met a similar fate at Medford Prison.
"I know she's gonna do more than just play with me," Martha assumed, just knowing Bella had more in store than some simple, innocent petting.
Still, minute after minute passed and all Martha could do was work her ass backwards against Bella's now greasy hand. Hearing Bella finally pull her pants down all the way and step out of them, Martha tensed with dreadful anticipation.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Martha shifted her knees slightly to get a clearer look at what was going on above. What she saw stopped her heart cold and would haunt her until her last dying breath.
"That's a... That's a... COCK," Martha's brain mumbled, her tongue feeling like a balled up sock in her mouth as she watched the throbbing shaft of flesh dance from Bella's groin.
"It ain't... it can't... it just can't be real... it's a dildo... it's a dildo... or something," her rational mind tried explaining, but couldn't.
"It's real... OH GOD... IT'S REAL," Martha was forced to accept as the rigid appendage twitched and jerked in Bella's caressing hand. "And she's got it right on top of me!"
"Oh... Good... you've seen it Martha," Bella gleamed, noting the way the bent over woman's body froze when she peeked between her parted legs.
"Didn't expect that... did you?" Bella continued to taunt as she guided her girth up and down the crack of Martha's ass, just to let her know it was alive.
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The very 'thing' that was alive and slithering through the crevice of Martha's ass had been both a blessing and a curse for Bella Siminou. Born and raised on the outskirts of New Orleans, she and her family had obviously suffered through a difficult ordeal coming to grips with her sexual abnormality. By the time Bella was confronted with the horrors and ridicule of school, she knew finishing her education would most likely be impossible.
Dropping out in the 8th grade, Bella gradually drifted away from home as well and by the time she was in her mid teens, she had found her way to the seedy and nonjudgmental streets of The Big Easy where her oddity didn't seem so glaring compared to the never ending stream of kinks and fetishes flourishing there.
Making a living anyway she could, Bella learned to hustle; running drugs, pick pocketing and prostitution. In a roundabout way, it was the selling of her 'gift' that landed her at Medford.
Having developed quite a reputation in the New Orleans underground, Bella had carved out quite a niche for herself with a steady stream of men wanting an anonymous walk on the wild side. And she would have probably still been earning a living doing just that if it hadn't been for a chance encounter with one of the members of the Louisiana state Legislature.
Always keen on maintaining discretion, especially with the higher profile customers she had as her reputation grew, Bella had gone about her job with that particular gentleman when he suddenly threatened to stiff her on the fee. Recognizing the man, Bella in turn threatened to 'out' him which led to a brief argument and the man leaving without compensating for her services.
Bella's threats must have hit home with the gentleman because several days later two pounds of uncut cocaine was planted in Bella's apartment by one of the politician's 'problem solvers', for the police to find.
Once Bella was tried and convicted, there was great debate as to where to put her. Wanting to get her as far away from Louisiana as he could, the Legislator pulled a few more strings and had Bella shipped across the country to Medford to serve her 15 year sentence.
From the moment Bella stepped foot inside the women's prison however, she assumed her natural role as Alpha Female.
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