L - Jealous Wives United - Chapter 6: Selected for Inspection
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Jealous Wives United - Chapter 6: Selected for Inspection
Submission Date: 2005-01-21 By: L [Bi] [General Warning] [Minor] [Straight]
In the male-scarce America of 2051, an epidemic of extramarital office affairs led angry wives and homemakers to unite and settle accounts with the pretty, 20-something single "Yuppie" career girls who tried to steal her husbands at work. These outraged stay-at-home "soccer moms" soon united to trim the clitoral threat down to size. They took their kitchen knives to a few other provocative appendages as well.
NOTE TO EDITOR: This is my second try at Ch 6 submission. This submission is identical to first Ch 6 submission. The first submission did not seem to go through (no receipt message and form was blank). If the first submission did make it, please use either it or this one. It doesn't matter. I apologize for any trouble.
[This is a fantasy of 100% fiction, set many decades in the future. Any similarities between its characters and actual persons are purely coincidental. All scientific claims of life extension are also invented. See Chapters 1-5 for the full context of the story.]
The newly arrived prisoners, ten women in all, were now naked except for their dress pumps and thigh-high nylon stockings. Their designer business suits, skirts, slips, bras, panties, Personal Digital Assistants (PDAs), and cell phones lay in an unceremonious heap at the rear of the Foot Inspection Chamber.
This batch of slaves included one well-known actress, six junior executives with MBAs, two CPAs, and one freshly minted corporate attorney. They were all exceptionally well-educated, attractive, accomplished, and well-formed young women in their 20's. Nine of the prisoners were of America's upper and upper-middle class. One was a young blue-blooded Japanese woman.
The Tribunal had found all of these distinguished young ladies guilty of actual or attempted "home-wrecking" in America and sentenced them to slavery. These women had either aspired to become the "trophy wives" of married men or they had aided their girlfriends in such efforts. Now they found themselves reduced to despised chattel in an institution dedicated to the punishment of such crimes. It was a place all attractive single professional women feared - the Northeastern Penal Dairy. Here, under the supervision of the wives and daughters of families disrupted by home-wreckers, the Tribunal had sentenced the young women to be trained and exploited for the greater good and entertainment of such innocent victims.
This group of convicted home-wreckers boasted stellar looks. Notable among them was Clarissa Hanes, age 25, the porcelain-skinned femme fatale WASP star of stage and screen. Besides her credits from many trendy films, the blond, blue-eyed Clarissa boasted a Magna Cum Laude dramatic arts degree from a top private university. She was known for playing the fashionable, "whip-smart" city career girl in her movies.
Clarissa was convicted of having an affair with the husband of an older actress named Mary Lou Stocker. Mary Lou, age 37, had grown popular in the early 2040's playing the "understanding wife" in domestic comedies. But Mary Lou's film career had faded as the careers of more "liberated" actresses such as Clarissa's had risen. Mary Lou had been in virtual retirement, content to take care of her little adopted daughter Sunee from Thailand.
In initiating an extramarital affair with the older actress's producer husband, Clarissa had assumed the "washed up" older actress could be overlooked. The ambitious beauty was very mistaken. The Tribunal subpoenaed the pretty star on the set of her latest blockbuster film. For three weeks, Clarissa had been made to stand at attention in the Tribunal dock until everyone who'd ever had a problem with the temperamental star had vented his or her complaints. Clarissa heard not only from Mary Lou, but also from makeup girls, stagehands, manicurists, hotel maids, paparazzi, and the housekeeper at her own Beverly Hills mansion.
With the news of Hanes' arrest, Mary Lou Stocker once again became a sympathetic figure to millions of Americans. In her films, she had always played the epitome of the loyal wife. Now she had become the symbol of the wronged wife. But, in her anger, Mary Lou displayed a feisty side that also delighted her public. When Clarissa was finally convicted, Mary Lou made the tabloid headlines with her statement: "I GUESS MISS 'WHIP-SMART' JUST GOT HER SMART ASS WHIPPED, HUH?" That proved an understatement for what awaited Clarissa Hanes at the Penal Dairy.
The sole foreign member of this batch of prisoners was the stunningly pretty Aiko Yoshina, age 24. Aiko was a former teenaged fashion model from an aristocratic Tokyo family. The shapely 5'-7" Japanese beauty had attended both undergraduate and graduate school in America, finishing with an MBA from a prestigious U. S. East Coast university. After accepting a position with a Manhattan-based international investment bank, Aiko was found guilty of attempting to seduce two different married men, both Vice Presidents of that bank. She decided to have more than one "iron" in the fire, and it cost her dearly.
Aiko declined to seek a trial in her own country. Japan had just passed anti-home-wrecking laws as draconian as America's. Indeed, the practice of imprisoning home-wreckers was gradually sweeping the planet.
The only prisoner with a connection to Trish Kelly was 26-year old Jessica Stanwick, the freshly minted corporate attorney. The auburn haired, hazel-eyed Jessica had been a debutante and teenaged beauty queen while in preparatory school. Later, after receiving her Summa Cum Laude undergraduate degree, she became the Law Review editor at a top-rated law school.
Jessica's crime was to secretly advise Jennifer Spencer, her former prep school friend, on how to pursue her affair with Trish Kelly's husband. Specifically she had coached Jennifer on how to allay the husband's legal fears about divorcing his wife to marry Jennifer. Elena Ricardo, a single Puerto Rican mother who provided maid service to Jessica's Manhattan apartment, had overheard one of these conversations. Elena turned Jessica in.
(After Spencer's conviction, Trish Kelly wrote the pretty Puerto Rican girl an appreciative letter. In her letter, Trish promised that when she "harvested" Jennifer's tenders, she would send Elena some "choice cutlets" for her children. From her Bronx tenement, Elena wrote Trish back expressing her delight at the offer. The maid stated her hope that feeding Jennifer's tenders to her little boy would immunize him against further ear infections. Although Elena dared not say this in her reply, she had also heard that Anglo women's tenders were the most potent.)
Now, as their introduction to the rigors of the Penal Diary, the newly sentenced women nervously awaited their first official grooming inspection. It was to be a high-stakes heel-to-toe examination of their bare feet. With the suspense of their trial over, the defeated young professional women were suddenly forced to worry about corns, calluses, bunions and foot odor. It was a very real concern for women who had stood in tight high heels and sticky nylons in a hot courtroom since dawn.
Eun Lee, the pretty Korean-American Foot Grooming Matron, would oversee the inspection. Eun was nicknamed the "Korean Corn Cruncher" for her militant insistence on immaculate female feet. Eun planned to use her knife to punish poor showings at this foot inspection. For these prisoners the penalty, at minimum, was to be loss of their nipples. But Eun was adept at carving the full range of eligible female appendages.
The inspection event would commence with the arrival of Trish Kelly and her children. The new prisoners were informed that the Kelly family members were "VIP guests" of the Penal Dairy. As such, they merited having such inspections held in their honor. Eun Lee had diverted the new prisoners from the normal in-processing routine to make them available for this special "command performance." Its principal purpose was to entertain Trish's twins, the 5-year Michael and his sister Samantha.
The Korean girl had just finished drilling the new slaves on what was expected of them during the foot inspection. She had also briefed the women on the painful price of failing to meet those expectations. It had been an instructive but grueling morning for these ten prominent young beauties.
As a result of the drills, the women's otherwise flawless skin was moist and their nylons were damp at the feet with perspiration. Their swollen milk ducts ached from Eun's vicious slaps to their breasts. A roundhouse slap to the tits had been the matron's instant reaction to every mistake. The women never imagined the female breast could be made to hurt so much.
The weary 20-somethings now stood at rigid attention as the young Korean-American woman they'd learned to address respectfully as "Mistress Lee" rolled out her portable barbeque set. This stove was a top-of-the line brand. It boasted a granite top, multiple burners, and side shelves stocked with various exotic oils and spices. Gleaming, razor sharp meat cleavers and scalpels hung from hooks on one side. It was fully equipped to fete Trish and her twins.
The prisoners' faces turned pale at the sight of this ominous apparatus. The barbeque spoke volumes about what the women faced if their feet failed to impress the Kelly children.
Eun Lee nicknamed her little mobile kitchen the "Home-wrecker Hibachi." The Korean beauty had used the gleaming apparatus to prepare and grill everything from nipples and clitorises to complete sets of labia and breasts.
Although Eun rarely used her barbeque to punish prisoners for poor showings at foot inspections, she was more than amenable to the thought. The Korean beauty had made it clear to the new prisoners that the failure of their feet to totally delight the little guests would cost the women their nipples at minimum. In her capacity as Foot Grooming Matron, Eun felt duty-bound to compensate "guest" foot inspectors, especially little ones, in this manner. Eun was proud of her culinary skills. She sought to please the palate of even the pickiest child.
Eun was curious, however, if Valerie Chang intended the post-inspection "feast" to be limited to nipple fritters. Eun worried that deep-fried female nipples, while delicious when properly spiced and breaded, would prove scant fare for two growing tots. Though Eun had ample tit cheese and freshly baked corn chips on hand, she hated to shortchange her little guests in tenders. The Korean beauty saw women's tenders as central to any meal. In Eun's view, their milk products were mere side dishes. It was their "meat" that counted.
To Eun, this latest batch of slaves seemed to deserve a more extensive carving at any rate. The new prisoners struck her as an especially haughty lot, so much like the trust-fund princesses she had waited on back in the Manhattan shoe boutique. She felt an especial dislike for Clarissa Hanes, the toffee-nosed blond actress with the haughty blue eyes. Aiko Yoshina was another sore spot. The regal Japanese beauty with the almost European nose and luminous waist-length black hair inspired white-hot animosity in the Korean girl.
Eun also took a dim view of Jessica Stanwick, due to the pretty attorney's connection to Trish Kelly's marital woes and her generally patrician demeanor.
To put in bluntly, Eun was more than ready to whack off and grill a few teats to put these three pompous beauties in their places.
Whatever the occasion, Eun was proud of her culinary skills with women's breasts and enjoyed preparing them fresh off the chest. For that reason, she tried to avoid fussing with the Mastectator. She preferred to remove a prisoner's teats with her own special "titty cutlass" and prepare them on the spot.
In her phone call, Valerie mentioned to Eun that Trish's children had seen the Mastectator at work. Consequently, the Matron assumed that the tykes would not be too shocked to see a woman's breasts cut off for them. But the Korean girl also understood that Trish and her family would be dining on tits that evening, with clitorises and labia offered as appetizers. Breasts were known to be rather filling. Eun didn't want to upstage the Chief Matron's supper plans by pushing roast udder on Trish's children for lunch.
But Eun made a mental note to suggest expanding the post-inspection luncheon fare to include labia and clitorises.
Eun's eyes scanned the high-heeled feet lined up before her. She smiled to herself. She was confident these slaves would owe Trish's kids some meat by the end of the inspection. Eun guessed this set of "newbie" feet would never survive a heel-to-toe exam.
Eun wondered how quickly Trish's children would begin finding fault with the women's feet, thus sealing the doom of their nipples. From her conversation with Valerie, Eun suspected Trish's little boy would be shy about commenting on grown women's feet, in spite of his fetish. On the other hand, she expected Trish's spunky daughter would trumpet her opinions. Eun guessed that the little girl would be the first one to sentence these beauties' nipples to the grill. Given what Eun had heard about Samantha's fierce pummeling of Cheryl Wellington's breasts, she imagined the child would be near impossible to please when it came to feet.
Eun was intrigued by Valerie's description of Samantha's volatility. In her experience, such spunk from a newcomer to the Penal Dairy was uncommon. Eun observed that the new matrons' children usually took awhile to get their bearings before they started contributing to the prisoners' discipline. They began abusing the prisoners' breasts only after they became accustomed to the pervasive nudity and the inherently punitive nature of the institution. After that, even the shyest kids would step up and spank a prisoner's teats or slap her pussy. Eun marveled that Trish's daughter was beating home-wreckers' titties on her first day.
Still, Eun always expected more fireworks from the little girls at inspections. In Eun's experience, the female children could be the most unforgiving in their judgments of attractive women, especially when little boys were present. Little boys seemed to spark a certain amount of possessive jealousy in the little girls even at that young age. A comely female prisoner who attracted a little boy's eye would often pay a price for her allure. That is, she might have to hold still while the boy's little sister or female playmate slapped her breasts around. New prisoners learned this painful fact quickly. The prisoner would feel a false sense of security if a little boy seemed awed by her beauty. Then, some little girl would step in to bring her down to earth. At that point, she learned what it was like to be a naked woman in a prison where a little girl could slap and pinch a prisoner when and wherever she wished.
Eun noticed that the focus of the little girls' resentment was usually the prisoners' breasts. The bigger the breasts were, the harder they took them to task.
With amusement, Eun concluded that many little girls harbored a certain amount of "tit envy" for large-breasted adult prisoners. Once these little girls had sanction to express this latent emotion, the nude breasted slaves of the Penal Diary felt the brunt of this envy.
Eun's eyes sparkled to think of what a bold, precocious little girl like Samantha Kelly might say or do to chastise a big-titted beauty for her corns or calluses. Samantha sounded as if she had years of "tit envy" to get out of her system.
In finalizing preparations for the arrival of Trish and her children, Eun was especially determined that little Michael's interests be indulged. She was eager to meet the 5-year old who was secretly obsessed with pretty women's feet and stinky nylon stockings. Eun was amused that such a child had suddenly found himself a VIP guest of the Penal Dairy. It was a facility where even a toddler could, if he or she so desired, inspect, play with and/or smell thousands of grown women's nylonned or bare feet. Also, if even one toe failed to impress, the child could render a verdict dooming that prisoner to circumcision or worse.
Yet, Eun was no longer surprised to see children such as Michael arriving at the Dairy with a strong foot fetish. Foot-obsessed tykes had become more the rule than the exception.
The ever-inventive Korean matron had played a part in sparking this trend. It was standard prison procedure to thoroughly photograph the incoming female prisoners after they were stripped nude. In addition to shooting the prisoners' breasts, buttocks, genitals and anuses, pictures were also taken of their faces and bare soles of feet. As a result, the Dairy had accumulated voluminous files of high quality color snapshots of faces and nude soles. Eun was always looking for creative ways to entertain the young children of broken or almost-broken homes. So, she had these photos made into huge playing cards for a children's game. The objective of the game was to match the women's bare soles to their faces. Each correct match earned the child game points. If the child could find the sole pictures to match a celebrity's face, he or she received extra game points. Eun had the game copyrighted under the title "Sole Mate." She sold Sole Mate card sets at cost over the Internet and donated free copies to schools.
As Eun's game found its way into homes and schools, it became hugely popular. The Korean matron even sponsored a series of Sole Mate tournaments at elementary schools. The children with the top scores within a given age group won a full day of foot inspections and foot tickling at the Penal Dairy, followed by an "awards dinner" of nipple fritters, labia burgers, and titty ice cream.
After Eun introduced these tournaments, Sole Mate game points became known as "tickling credits." With fresh prisoners coming into the Dairy all the time, Eun frequently produced updated versions of the cards.
Playing this game also produced the unexpected side effect of imprinting an intense foot fetish on many of its little participants. Those children looked forward to some day touring the prison to see the "real thing." And when the little boys among them finally won a visit, Eun sensed with amusement that their little penises were stiff as iron as soon as they arrived at the prison gate.
Eun hoped Michael would be able cope with the transition to Chief Inspector and learn to enjoy himself without inhibition. From Valerie Chang's description, she sensed that the child was self-conscious about his foot fetish. To Eun, Trish Kelly couldn't have been the cause of her son's shyness about this subject. She seemed too open minded. Otherwise, she wouldn't have so readily agreed to let her children inspect the new prisoners' feet. Eun suspected that an uptight babysitter had made the little boy wary of openly pursuing his fetish in front of adults.
As the once painfully shy daughter of a home destroyed by a husband-stealing beauty, Eun felt a special obligation to empower diffident tots. She sought to make the Penal Dairy a paradise for fulfilling their previously suppressed desires. Eun hoped Trish's son would be able to relax and immerse himself in the foot inspection process. She hoped he would feel empowered to let his penis stiffen at the sights and smells that so interested him. Eun assumed that a child who secretly delighted in smelling and masturbating over nylons from the laundry hamper would be even more excited to sniff stockings filled with pretty women's feet.
But Eun knew there was more to consider than Michael's enjoyment of the women's soles and toes. The matron disdained any form of modesty at inspections. That is, she preferred the prisoners to be totally nude for the exam. Nudity simplified the foot inspection process and its aftermath. Eun was thus relieved that Trish Kelly had consented to the women's nakedness in front of her children.
Yet, Eun was sensitive to the "culture shock" Trish's children, especially her son, might experience at seeing the intimate areas of 10 nude women up close. The required foot-inspection poses would afford the twins in-your-face views of the prisoners' privates. These included their bare tits, vaginas and anuses. While Eun realized the proximity of the women's privates might leave Trish's children initially agape, she also knew such close exposure would help sustain the kids' interest in the inspection. If Michael and his sister grew bored scrutinizing the prisoners' soles and toes, they would always have plenty of breasts and orifices to ponder. For this reason, Valerie Chang had jokingly nicknamed Eun's foot inspections "soles and holes shows."
But the prisoners now standing before Eun had been distracted from their worries about exposing their privates. Now they were worried about the Korean girl possibly cutting their genitals off. The women's' flawless skin, flushed from Mistress Lee's drills, sprouted goose bumps as they pondered the stove and its implications. The appearance of the grill combined with the looming inspection only intensified the young women's anxieties about their chafed, burning, and perspiration-dampened nylonned feet. Due to the prisoners' long morning at the Tribunal, their feet ached relentlessly inside their tight high-heeled footwear. The thought of facing a high-stakes foot inspection naturally mortified them.
Eun's revelation about the 5-year old boy (aided by his 5-year old sister) serving as Chief Foot Inspector did nothing to alleviate the women's sweaty-palmed apprehension. Even these single career women knew that little children could be blunt and fickle in their reactions. Who knows what they might say about ten pairs of female feet that had been trapped in 3-inch high heels and nylon stockings for hours.
And Eun had made it clear that any protests of the children's judgment would be ill advised. Eun said the women's only hope of remaining "uncut" lay in "graciously complying" with every aspect of the upcoming examination.
Even with the most impeccable behavior, the prisoners wondered how their feet would ever pass inspection without a comment - especially considering the havoc their tight shoes had wrought on their soles and toes over the course of the Tribunal.
And this havoc was more than simply the natural discomfort of wearing high-heels. The Tribunal had recently instituted the practice of requiring all defendants to stand trial with Toe-Jammers installed in their pumps. Eun invented this fiendish device after conducting focus groups with wives who attended the Tribunals. Eun found that the typical homemaker viewed the high-heeled dress pump as a symbol of the much hated, husband-stealing Yuppie career girl. Thus, the homemaker took grim satisfaction in the Tribunal's policy of requiring the defendants to stand all day in their fashionable high heels, transforming the emblems of their professional status into little torture chambers.
The wives only wished the home-wreckers' shoes were more punishing. One wife bluntly stated, "I just wish their fancy pumps were nothing but corn factories!" Another wife added, "I'll second that notion, and I'll add to it. I wish their high-heeled shoes were world-class bunion builders!"
In response to these wives' sentiments, Eun Lee vowed to propose a "tougher" shoe policy. She soon invented special leather heel inserts for the defendants' pumps. Eun designed these anti-orthopedic inserts, nicknamed Toe-Jammers, to push the women's feet slightly forward in their shoes, forcing their toes more firmly into the points of their high heels. These devices caused the women's shoes to press and chafe their toe knuckles, big-toe joints and underpads with every step.
The Toe-Jammers slowly but steadily punished the defendants' nylon stockinged feet. The relentless friction of leather, sweaty nylon fabric and soft skin soon produced its aching fruit. After a few days at the Tribunal, the first defendants to wear the inserts felt small corns sprouting on their previously smooth pinkie toes. On some women, bunions also announced their throbbing presence.
With satisfaction, the watching wives noted the pretty defendants' grimaces and the shifting and lifting of their high-heeled feet as they stood for trial in the open dock. The wives gleefully flaunted their comfortable soccer-mom sneakers as the defendants' feet burned and ached in nylon and leather.
The new prisoners now standing before Eun had worn Toe-Jammers 12 hours a day for three consecutive weeks.
In the face of their dismal prospects of passing inspection, the women had but one consolation. Eun promised not to punish them for the condition of their footwear. By a logic that mystified the prisoners, Eun had decided that any blemishes on shoes or stockings would draw only a warning. On the other hand, the Korean girl warned the prisoners against being caught with "smelly" nylons.
Keeping one's footwear in perfect condition was always problematic at a Tribunal. The angry wives visiting the trial let their tots play freely. The kids' favorite sport was snapping the defendant's nylons and kicking at their shoes as they entered the courtroom. Mothers had taught their children to aim their kicks at the pinkie-toe area of the women's pumps, where their freshly rubbed corns were most likely to be. As a result, prisoners entered the Tribunal with their toes aching worse than ever. At least one defendant would find herself limping to the dock because little Johnnie or Suzy has scored a direct hit on one of her corns.
This ritual had occurred every day of the three-week trial, requiring the women to re-polish their pumps and slip on new nylons every morning in the holding dormitory. It was forbidden to arrive at court with blemished footwear, and 3-inch heels and sheer stockings were mandatory for all defendants.
Clarissa Hanes, the actress, had drawn the most fire from the Tribunal's rambunctious "peanut gallery." When Clarissa first arrived at the Tribunal in her $2000 outfit, a chorus of boos had erupted from the female spectators. The actress was unsettled by this reaction. Naively, Clarissa had assumed her expensive attire would intimidate these homemakers back to their star-struck behavior. The effect was just the opposite. The hooting, taunting wives had high-fived each other when one of their tots finally scored a run on the calf of this "evil" celebrity's nylons.
Then the producer's estranged spouse, Mary Lou Stocker, arrived in court. When a reporter asked the accusing wife if she, as an actress, condoned such disrespectful treatment of a fellow celebrity, Stocker replied, "Do I condone a couple of runs in Clarissa Hanes's fancy-smancy nylons? You bet I do! I applaud those tots for ruining her stockings! Hanes should be strung up by her stinking nylon hose for what she did to my marriage! I just hope her time standing at this Tribunal will put some big, achy corns and bunions on her fancy home-wrecking feet!"
That comment drew loud cheers from the wives and instantly re-ignited the older actress's career. Mary Lou became a hero to jealous wives everywhere.
Clarissa, Jessica, Aiko and their companions had endured much at the Tribunal - an endless parade of hostile witnesses, swarms of rampaging kids, and the relentless torment of their tight high heels. Now, with their hearts pounding and their corns still throbbing beyond endurance, the women stood before Eun Lee's barbeque grill. And they were not only distressed about the imminent foot inspection and the consequences of failing it. They were also still reeling from what had already transpired during their first 45 minutes in the Dairy. The new prisoners' journey from the prison bus to the Foot Inspection Chamber had been a harrowing one. They had seen first hand the naked shame and degradation of prison life. Even more shocking to these newcomers, they had witnessed up close Eun's circumcision skills. It had left the young women no doubt about the Korean beauty's eagerness to cut.
(To be continued)