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 Esha's Revenge

   **WARNING** This story contains descriptions of non-consensual sex,
rape, bondage, anal sex, girl-girl content, etc..If you do not like this
material, read no further.

   This story is, like many other stories posted throughout this website,
is an inspired development/sequel/etc.  of one written years before by
another author.  This story is based on the story and characters of "Esha
the Thief', circa 1997.

   Chapter 3
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two and a half years into her three year sentence, Esha had begun to think
about life on the outside.  She wanted to leave prison; but she was having
too fucking good of a time; getting her ass reamed out twice a day and
coming at least twice during each session.  She'd been butt-fucked by every
toy in the book, and she loved them all and came back for more.  She still
craved revenge on the dirty whores of the Birmingham family and her
friends; but in a way, she was thankful, too.  Their hard rape of her
virgin ass nearly three years before had written a new page of her
sexuality.  Before, she'd given it to men and women with the best, robbing
them, cruelly stuffing them and leaving them ridden hard and put up wet
whether they wanted to be or not.  Now, she adored being on the receiving
end.  She craved something long and hard up her rear end constantly, and
she was hard to live with when she didn't get it.  What her sister inmates
had wanted to use as punishment when she was a bitch was now exactly what
kept her HAPPY.

   But, the end was coming in sight, and she had to get used to it.  She
could walk around on the outside with a plug deliciously lodged up her rear
all day; but she was going to have to find new people to keep her happy;
because she was going to be OUT!  She couldn't wait to breathe free air
again.  But what was she to do?  She gave serious thought to going back to
being a thief, seeing how long it would be before she'd be back on the
inside, where she'd be happily butt-fucked every day.  But she didn't want
to stay inside just to keep what she had now.  She'd lived through her
mercifully short 'breaking-in', and was soon her own slut, and breaking in
recruits of her own.  She was REALLY going to miss Ally, she considered
Ally a lover like no other.  She'd never have anal sex like Ally gave her
with anyone else, she doubted there were hardly any other bi or lesbian
proctologists out in the world who had Ally's appetites.  Ally had confided
in her several weeks after her first day that she'd been put away for 10-20
years because a friend, one she'd had since high school, who'd literally
begged Ally to break her in when she found out they both adored deep, hard,
hot and heavy up your ass sex, had called the cops on her and said Ally had
raped her while she was under sedation undergoing a colonoscopy, claiming
she'd instead been cruelly battered with a huge dildo by her doctor.  Ally
had wanted to call things off because her friend was falling in love and
she wasn't.  Her friend had let Ally bang her to the breaking point, making
sure she'd taken enough dope to let herself go overboard, and afterward,
she'd taken her battered, bruised, and bleeding ass to the hospital and
cried rape to get back at her.  The story had been all over the news, Esha
recalled.  After a humiliating public trial, she'd been sentenced to not
less than 10 to 20 years.  What was worse, the AMA had revoked her license
to practice medicine at the outset.  Ally had been behind the wall for
three years when Esha came along.  Ally had been fighting for a new trial
the entire time.  Meanwhile, she took her opportunities as they fell, and
didn't find life in prison TOO bad.  She missed her freedom as much as any
woman there; but, she admitted she loved every fucking second she was
taking or giving it, and it didn't matter a whit what the background was
when she was in heat.  She considered herself lucky that the warden and a
fair share of the matrons felt the same way themselves, and were willing to
bend the rules when it came to their own pleasure.  So long as everything
was shipshape when officials from the outside came around, everything was
'everything goes, no holes barred' when they weren't bothered by their
bosses.  Esha had never spent a more orgasmic or humiliating three years in
her life.  She hated it.  She loved every minute.  She hated that she loved
it so much, and she never forgot her vow of revenge on the Birminghams. 
Nevermind that night had changed her life forever in a good way, they had
battered, beaten and butt-RAPED her, which had been no pleasure at all, no
matter how many times her clit had blown her gasket in that house of sexual
madness.  She was still thoroughly humiliated and her professional
reputation was forever smeared with the shit they had so thoroughly fucked
out of her ass that fateful night.  She wanted REVENGE.

   She was ready to vent her frustrations that night, three years later.  A
REAL plan had begun to form six months before, starting with a coitus
interruptus that really pissed them off.  Ally and Esha had, within
restrictions, managed to make their cell comfortable as possible.  They had
a private agreement with the matrons that they'd get a signal that someone
was coming.  Nothing special, just a wolf whistle loud enough to be heard
from the end of the corridor when they were loud enough to be heard, which
was all the time.  When they heard the 'sexy signal', they'd stop.  That
day, six months away from her release, one particular matron by the name of
Beth, a buxom girl, good looking but not BEAUTIFUL, with reddish-brown hair
cut to her shoulders, 34C breasts on a 5'10" frame that was pleasingly
plump, had heard them fucking away.  Beth was one of the pairs more ardent
admirers.  Half in heat herself, she walked right up without 'calling
ahead' and took advantage of her priviliges as a guard.  "Ladies, what
about me?" she'd almost begged.  The two had looked at each other and said
'Well, if you're here, how long have we got until we're expected?" "Well,
the warden said 'get them here, however long it takes.' I took that to mean
she expects the usual delay.  Gives 15-20 minutes before they give the
'where are you?  call." "Well, get in here!  Time's a-wasting!" Ally pulled
out of Esha so that Beth could get in on the action.  In less than two
mintues, Beth was stripped down, lubed up, and found herself the bottom of
a three-way all-anal fuckfest, groaning with pleasure as Esha stuffed her
ass with an 8" strap on dildo while Ally re-stuffed Esha's rear end with
her favorite 27 inches of fuckmeat to her very hilt.  Beth loved it when
Esha filled her up while Esha herself was full to the max; it made for the
most intense ass fucking Beth had ever gotten.  Esha could still stuff
someone's behind with the very best.  Esha was on the edge of coming, and
Beth was jizzing and screaming like a madwoman with Esha's eight inch dildo
stuffed up her ass to the point where the ring of the strap-on was ready to
enter her hole when the radio went off.  "DAMN!  FUCK!  SHIT!" The three of
them bitched.  Over her radio, Beth heard in a small voice, "Beth are you
there?" "Yes, warden, I'm here." "I know you're THERE, where else would you
be?  You've been prancing around like a bitch in heat all day.  Now, listen
up girlfriend.  The gentleman waiting here wants to see our favorite whore,
and he's getting tired of waiting.  When I said however long it takes, I
meant to get her dressed and up here, not the time it takes USUALLY.  Now,
I'm trying to be as discreet as possible, because he's out in my anteroom
BARELY out of earshot.  You forget the camera outside the door, not that I
USUALLY care.  Right now, it's different.  Now take Esha's dildo out of
your ass, pry Ally out of hers, and get her dressed decently and up here,
PRONTO!  If you're not here in 10 minutes, the next thing you feel up your
ass will be my foot!  And it WON'T feel good!  Get it?  Now get your
oversexed derriere up here!" "You heard the lady Esha.  Pull out of me,
dismount that glorious fuckpole you're so attached to and let's get moving.
She's not talking about fucking me with that shod foot, if you know what I
mean." "Yeah, being kicked where you want to be fucked just ain't nice." "I
heard that!" came over the radio.  "We're coming, ma'am.  Just please tell
whoever it is that he caught us in the shower or something." "Don't give me
any ideas." "Yes, ma'am." They were still giggling like a pack of
schoolgirls when Beth led Esha out of the cell and off to the warden's
office.

   In the office, the warden greeted the two of them with none of her usual
innuendo.  "Esha, there's a gentleman here by the name of Davis.  He's with
the IRS, and he wants a favor from you." Davis came in.  He was tall and
rangy, with brown hair and blue eyes that lit up the room.  Esha had to
stop from looking into them.  She thought he was the most beautiful man
she'd seen in a long time.  "Down, girl!  Down!" she told herself.  "Agent
Davis.  So very nice to meet you.  What can I help you out with?" "If you
don't mind, warden, may we talk privately, just Esha and I?" With a lurid
smile, she said "Not at all.  We'll go find ourselves something to do." As
the door closed, Esha wasn't sure if she was being re-trained for men, or
if the IRS actually wanted something.  It looked like it could go either
way.  Before she could say a word, Agent Davis spoke.  "Esha, the reason I
asked to see you is that we have a mutual friend.  He asked if I could help
you out, because he thought you'd earned it." 'Earned it?  Earned what?'
she thought "Earned what, Mr.  Davis?  I'm not sure who this mutual friend
is who....oh!" Her eyes widened as she remembered another pair of blue eyes
much sadder.  He could only be talking about Dave, the cop who'd saved her
from dying in the dumpster after that night so long ago.  "I can tell by
the look on your face you remember who I'm talking about.  We've monitored
your behavior the last 30 months, to see if you're a good fit for our
needs. I'm going to offer you a job, Esha.  You know you'll never be the
thief you once were.  You WERE one of the best; but you got WAY too big for
your panties, and don't forget it.  You needed taking down a few pegs. 
Unfortunately for you, your downfall was far too spectacular for you to be
who you once were." Esha reddened with the burning humiliation of what
she'd lived through and what she'd become because of that night.

   "Now, we want to give you another chance.  Because you officially never
'worked', you've never paid a penny of tax in your life.  Uncle Sam wants
your services in return.  But, it works both ways.  There's someone else
we're after, someone hundreds of thousands of times richer than your best
score ever got you.  Someone a thousand times as powerful.  Someone with a
reputation for the kind of sexual cruelty that broke you and got you
caught. Her." He slid a glossy 8x5 black and white photo towards Esha.  At
first, Esha didn't recognize the woman in the picture.  She was shag cut
blond, with a tight face that looked like it had been Botoxed a few times.
From what little of her body from the neck down was in the picture, she was
rail thin.  Yet, there was something hauntingly familiar about the eyes, a
subtle hint of deviltry in them, the mouth set cruel and hard.  "Something
tells me I should know this face; but I don't.  Whoever she is must had
have a serious makeover since I last saw...  HER!  Is this...." "Yes." HER!
The dirtiest bitch of all the dirty bitches.  Madeline L.  Birmingham. 
Involuntarily, Esha ripped the photo, and again, and again.  "I see you
remember the lady now." "Ohhhh,yes.  Once you meet, you never forget." "The
job I'm offering you, Esha, is one I know you'll love.  Mad Birmingham, as
we call her, has run rings around us for years, dancing around her
obligations like a Bolshoi ballerina.  She owes us...let's just say
'millions' and leave it at that.  It's time for her to face the music. 
ROUGH music.  We're going to take her down, strip her of every penny she
has, and put her in HERE.  Yes, not in federal prison; but HERE.  Where
everyone who, like you, is burning for revenge on her will be able to take
a turn.  The greedy bitch 'Mad' is about to take a fall.  And we want you
to get us in.  You've been in her house before." "Oh, GOD!  Don't remind
me!" "You know some of the layout.  We want to know the rest.  If you say
yes, when you're free, we'll get you in, and give you until morning.  When
the sun comes up, you walk out of her house, leaving the door open for us
to walk right in and financially strip her.  Of course, walking in and
finding her PHYSICALLY stripped, beaten, that'll be icing on the cake. 
Leave her, hell, all of them, her, her daughter Ursula, and all their
friends.  Lady Tantum.  Belinda Carmichael.  The others.  It'd be a blast,
because they all need to be broken down.  The others owe us only a BIT less
than Mad-Mad B.  Catch them in one of their parties.  We'd love to find
each and every one of them bound and stuffed.  We'll laugh ourselves silly.
They need a heaping dose of their own medicine.  And YOU, Esha, are JUST
the one to force-feed it to them." 'Force feed it to them, indeed', Esha
thought.  'Force feed them that mighty dildo up THEIR asses!' "If you say
yes, Esha, during the next six months we'll bring you out a couple of times
while the entire clan is away for days.  You'll be given plenty of time to
roam the house and detail everything.  Layouts.  Hiding places for
valuables.  All their play chambers.  EVERYTHING.  There'll be no surprises
for you the next time you pop in on them.  Just one HELL of a bad surprise
FOR them.  If you know what's there, they won't be able to trip you up like
before.  Do this for us, and your record will be cleared.  Do a damn good
job, and we might call upon your services again.  You'd be set for life. 
Are you in?  If you're not, say so now, because there's no turning back
once you're in.  You want to say no, that's fine.  Nothing more will ever
be said.  I'll let you go back to your cell, you'll finish your time, and
that'll be that."

   As Davis talked, Esha ruminated on the alternative.  The choice was
obvious.  Say no, leave jail a broken slut.  Heaven only knows what she'd
do or how it would end.  On the other hand, say yes, and all is forgiven.
Revenge would be hers.  A possibility of future cloak and dagger work.  She
could restore her reputation, and have a 'license to screw' every person
they wanted to sic her on, figuratively AND literally.  There was only one
option.  "I'm in." "Good." "Now, can I ask a favor, maybe broker a deal?"
"What are you thinking of?" "Well, you know that place is big.  I'm going
to need help.  I'll admit it, I've got a friend in here who got a raw deal,
and I hate...." "I know who and what you're talking about.  Say no more. 
Ask Ally if she wants in.  If she says yes, she's part of the deal.  Where
you go, she goes.  You'll be a team.  Her record will be wiped clean,
she'll be given back her license to practice medicine.  Better yet...would
you wait outside, please?" Esha strolled out looking VERY pleased with
herself.  Beth and the warden looked at her with their 'don't fuck with me'
looks on their faces.  "Warden, ma'am, Agent Davis would like a quick
word." The warden went in, came out again a minute later, and asked "Beth,
would you please go get Ally?  Quickly, please." When Beth left, the warden
said, "I don't know what's going on, but it seems to me that things are
looking up for you." "I certainly hope so, ma'am.  I know Mr.  Davis wil
give you all the juicy details; but to keep myself in good standing with
you, let me just say that when I'm out, you'll soon see the fondest wishes
of some of the girls around here come true.  There'll be a half-dozen new
butt-sluts to use and abuse within weeks.  SPECIAL butt-sluts.  You catch
my dift, ma'am?" "If you mean who I think you mean..." the warden shut up
as the door opened and Beth led Ally in.  Esha couldn't help but notice the
warden holding her legs tightly together like she needed to pee in the
worst way.  Yeah, she knew what Esha meant, she'd be fantasizing about
having Mad Birmingham under her power like crazy from now until her dream
came true several months down the road.  "Esha...he wants to see you." Ally
had come out of the office with the strangest look on her face.  Beth
escorted her out.  Back in the office, Esha turned to face the stud who was
making like the genie in the bottle.  "Okay, Esha, any last thoughts?  It's
still not too late to back out." "Are you crazy, sir?  I'm in.  Ohhh, I'm
IN!" "Good.  When I proposed your bargain to Ally, she looked like the
happiest woman on Earth.  She's in.  But don't tell her I told you, she's
going to want to really thank you.  Now, I'll coordinate things through the
warden's office and let her in on some of what's going on.  She has to
know; but I don't want this getting out.  As of right now, this whole
operation is classified TOP-SECRET/NEED TO KNOW.  If they don't NEED to
know, they don't get told.  The one thing that must NOT happen is for the
Birminghams and their friends to tumble to our plans.  If someone here
blabs, sooner or later, someone who has a friend who has a friend who has a
friend isn't going to know that that friend is on the Birmingham's payroll,
and then....well, what'll happen then WON'T...BE...PLEASANT.  For ANYONE
involved.  You are now unoffically on the government payroll.  The
government cannot EVER OFFICIALLY condone this kind of thing, or that we
employ someone of your special skills.  So, keep your mouth SHUT, and act
like you don't know what you're going to do when you get out.  Officially,
this conversation NEVER OCCURRED.  NO ONE IN THIS PRISON OUTSIDE OF THE
FOUR OF YOU MUST EVER KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THIS; NONE OF YOU MUST SAY
ANYTHING.  Clear?" "Crystal." "Good.  Okay, go back to your cell, you'll be
hearing from me again soon."

   Back in their cell, Ally was crying.  "I can't believe you did this for
me!" "Well, wudda friends foah, fupetessake?  Understand something Ally.  I
like you.  I don't love you; but I REALLY like you.  I'm never gonna find
someone else who fucks me like you do.  No strings.  When we're out, we
live our lives; but when we need each other, we're there.  Most
importantly, we have our lives back." "Oh, God, to be free.  A little
office I can run from my home, everything just like it was before." "Yeah,
just don't let anyone get hepped on you and cry 'rape' again." 'It's a fine
line between fuck-buddies and lovers, Esha.  We're straddling it." "Well,
maybe..." the talk went on for hours and segued into one of the pair's fuck
sessions that had become near legendary.  As usual, half the wing could
hear them.

   During the next six months, Agent Davis returned twice to bring the pair
out to reconnoiter the Birmingham manse.  While the dirty bitches were
away, the thief and the doctor played.  Esha taught Ally everything she
knew about breaking and entering and the other arts of crime.  They covered
every inch, every nook and cranny of the house, documenting EVERYTHING. 
Every possible trap, every knothole where something valuable could be
hidden.  They'd be allowed to carry away as much in cash and jewelry as
they could fit in their pockets, because the IRS was going to clean them
out so badly, there'd be a serious dent made in the national debt.  Mad
Birmingham's debt was about to be wiped out a hundred times over, far more
of it retribution than obligation.  Finally, the day of their release came.
Friends and sister prisoners cried and wished them well, cheering them on,
with "Go get 'em Esha!  Go get 'em, Ally!  Tear off some pieces for us!"
"Are they talking about what WE do, or what we're GOING to do?" Esha
whispered.  "Well, that's a double entendre if I've ever heard one!" said
Ally.  "I just hope if they mean what I'm afraid of, that the cat's not out
of the bag." "It better not be.' replied Esha.  "We've come too far to stop
now." When they finally stepped through the last checkpoint and into the
open air, a long repressed gleam of evil rose in Esha's eyes as she inhaled
her first sweet breath of freedom in three years.  Tonight, in the City,
the tables would be turned.  Behind the Wall they'd just exited, everyone
waited.  Waited for the news that Esha's quarries were on their way
Upstate. They couldn't wait.  It was going to be a LONG wait during the
short interlude between the duo's departure and the Birmingham Sextet's
arrival.