There is a French term called jolie laide. Jolie laide is a noun that refers to a woman who is
interesting mainly because she is an ugly woman. A woman who is described as a jolie laide is
considered so because her most compelling aspect is her unattractive appearance. An assessment of
Bobbi's bad looks would probably result in her being categorized as a jolie laide. Bobbi had a
ghastly face that took people by surprise. Bobbi was a truly fascinating sight to behold due primarily
to the unfathomable extent of her physical ugliness.
Bobbi was an incorrigible human catastrophe who'd been in the joint forever beginning with reform
schools on earth when she was a youngster. Bobbi was a lifelong hooker, a lifelong alcoholic, a
lifelong drug addict, a lifelong fuck-up. Bobbi was a lifetime loser who found out the hard way how
to get wasted on Mars. Bobbi could tell you a hundred different ways you could get high by using
the chemical cleaner the prison officials gave the prison inmates to clean their toilets. Bobbi'd tell
you can inject toilet cleaner into your veins, you can drop it through your eyeballs, you can stick it
up your nose, you can smoke it with your tampon, you can rub it on your twat and/or you can snort
it up your ass.
Carrie, on the other hand, was the exact opposite of Bobbi. Carrie was 19 years of age and drop
dead gorgeous. In comparison to Bobbi, in fact in comparison to ANYONE on Mars, Carrie was a
beautiful newborn baby, she was a sweet virgin child. A newly-arrived inmate to Experiment
Division X-74, Carrie had been assigned by the prison staff to double bunk with Bobbi the Dope
Fiend after arriving on Mars a mere two weeks previously.
It was the daily exercise. The lawful obligation to make sure their prison cell passed the daily
inspection for cleanliness and tidiness. Carrie had a wet mop in her hand that she was halfheartedly
dragging across the stone floor while she chatted with her cell-mate Bobbi who just sat there like a
lump on the top bunk bed watching Carrie work.
The thing is, Bobbi couldn't help Carrie clean the cell even if she'd wanted to, that's how gone she
was. Trying to get Bobbi to help with the cleaning duties would just start a heated argument
between the two cell-mates and the job would never get done. So here's how it worked: Carrie
cleaned the cell to make sure they passed the inspection while Bobbi sat back and watched and
supervised the event.
On this particular Saturday cell-mates Carrie and Bobbi were supremely confident there wasn't a
chance in hell of either of them being picked by Warden Marie Louise Blaskowitz for the research
lab experiments. In fact, Carrie and Bobbi were both so sure that neither them nor any of their
fellow female prisoners in Cell Block No. 110 would be handpicked by Warden Blaskowitz for a
laboratory trial that on this particular Saturday they went about their daily routine with the self-
possessed aplomb of a couple of innocent little lambs.
“Chill, bitch, we're safe,” Bobbi said to Carrie. “She took Angelina last Saturday. What does that
mean to us? It means no wicked witch for a while. Blaskowitz doesn't come around that often.”
“She doesn't?” Carrie asked.
“No, she doesn't,” Bobbi said. “The big bad wolf already went to the meat market and she got her
steak. It's mathematical logic. It's like algebra. It's like university calculus.”
Bobbi laid down on the top bunk bed and she put her hands behind her head and she stretched out
her legs.
What Bobbi was saying made perfect sense to Carrie. Warden Blaskowitz won't be back to Cell
Block No. 110 for a while, Carrie told herself as she nonchalantly rinsed out the mop in the metal
bucket of dirty green-colored Martian water. Just one week prior Warden Blaskowitz had made a
sudden appearance on Cell Block No. 110 and had selected a prison girl by the name of Angelina
for a scientific bone marrow extraction trial that the medical lab researchers were initiating in the
experimentation labs. To Carrie and Bobbi, the chances of Warden Blaskowitz returning to the
same cell block only one week later to select another prison inmate from the same cell block were
astronomically remote. It simply wasn't going to happen.
“Why would Blaskowitz come back to one-ten again so soon?” Bobbi asked Carrie reassuringly
from the top bunk bed. “Do you know how many other cell blocks there are in this prison? This
prison is huge. There's something like three hundred cell blocks in total in this facility. You think
Blaskowitz is going to come back to see us when there's all those other cell blocks filled up with all
those other chicks for that lesbo dyke bitch to choose from? Blaskowitz is looking for hot snatch to
take back to her quarters to do the nasty deed with. That's all it is.”
“And she already checked us out and she saw what she wanted and she took it,” Carrie said
pleasantly in agreement.
“That's right,” Bobbi said. “That's why no Angelina no more. Warden Blaskowitz took Angelina
away 'cause she was looking for some quick satisfaction action. She got what she wanted, the black
widow got her victim. And if she does start prowling the prison ranges for sex action again it won't
be here on one-ten. We won't see Blaskowitz here today. Won't happen. Trust me, I've been on
Mars since they constructed this place, since the dark ages and before the reforms went into effect.
I know what I'm talkin' about. You can relax.”
Carrie believed that what Bobbi was telling her was the truth. Carrie took comfort in her cell-mate's
words. Carrie trusted Bobbi.
However, Carrie was new to Experiment Division X-74 and the fledgling prison convict didn't know
that Bobbi was just a mental-case blabbermouth drug addict whose brain had been vaporized to slop
generations ago by the systematic abuse and self-indulgent overuse of concentrated dope. Bobbi
was a natural born hustler who talked and talked and talked. Bobbi talked endlessly. Bobbi'd say
anything to anyone, whether it was true or not, especially if it was untrue, just as long as it was a
way for her to keep her lips moving. Carrie hadn't yet learned that it can be dangerous to listen to
and be sucked in by crazy liars like Bobbi. And the newcomer prison inmate hadn't yet observed
and gotten to understand the whims of her sociopathic head warden either. Poor, naïve Carrie had
so much to learn.
It was Warden Blaskowitz's cunning use of wild unpredictability that made her a particularly evil
prison warden. Even though she was a clinically diagnosed insane, Warden Marie Louise
Blaskowitz was a highly functioning insane. Unlike most crazy people who have great difficulty
operating in the real world and who are often relegated to society's margins or are sometimes
institutionalized for life, Warden Marie Louise Blaskowitz was a hyper-intelligent nutcase who used
her mental illness to her advantage. Warden Blaskowitz's diseased brain was actually an asset in her
position as the head prison warden of Experiment Division X-74. Warden Blaskowitz's sheer
lunacy brought out in the diabolical woman an extraordinarily sophisticated depth in her capacity to
psychologically terrorize the Experiment Division X-74 prisoners. The psychopathic head warden
used all sorts of surprise terror tactics to further her black reign of mental intimidation and total
suppressive control over her oppressed prison inmate captives.
Not only that, Warden Blaskowitz was also an insecure megalomaniac, a vain vampire-woman with
bizarre emotional hang-ups and freakishly eccentric psychological issues regarding her personal body
image. Warden Blaskowitz was insanely jealous of the pristine beauty of the younger female
prisoners and the head warden was compelled to fully act out her jealousy by overtly picking on the
beautiful prison inmates, sumptuous babes just like Carrie Hunnicutt.
And little did Carrie know that she was an ideal candidate for the prison research lab experiments.
Carrie was young and nubile and healthy and not yet physically poisoned by the hard life on Mars.
Carrie was the very variety of human specimen the Experiment Division X-74 medical lab
researchers were looking for. In fact, until brand new fresh prison convicts arrived on Mars, Carrie
was probably the most eligible candidate for research lab experimentation in the whole damn prison.
Surprise, surprise! Carrie's confidence that Warden Blaskowitz would terrorize the inmates on
another prison range other than Cell Block No. 110 was shattered the instant the heavy-duty cell
block security door was thrust open with the deafening release of the door's lock mechanism and the
despicable Warden Blaskowitz marched into the cathedral-like hall of Cell Block No. 110 like the
Antichrist from Hell with her two male subordinate officers on either side of her.
The head warden's henchmen, Officer Zombie and Officer Fuckhead, were a couple of pigheaded
quasi-Nazi storm-troopers. They were stocky brutes with punk rock buzz-cuts dyed piss-blond.
These two gutter-savages were the most downright miserable pricks a person could ever have the
unlucky misfortune of encountering.
When Warden Blaskowitz flew into the prison range with her two henchmen, Carrie and Bobbi
were sitting at a table together eating toast. The two surprised prisoners stared at each other in
ungoverned shock. What the fuck is the Bloodthirsty Bitch doing HERE today???
The very second Warden Blaskowitz and her officers marched into the vast Cell Block No. 110
prison range area all that could be heard were the stomping high heels of Warden Blaskowitz's
jackboots and the roaring echo of her jackboots reverberating thunderously throughout the
cavernous room. All 42 of the chick prison inmates in the cell block immediately went silent and
stood at attention as they'd been trained to do whenever the Experiment Division X-74 head warden
was in their presence. The smallest sound or the slightest movement by a prisoner would be seen as
belligerent insubordination by Warden Blaskowitz and the prisoner would be cruelly punished for it.
The most miniscule distraction would send the short-tempered head warden into a lethal fury.
His foot-long dildo-shaped truncheon clenched firmly in his fist, Officer Zombie marched straight
over to Officer Bastardo, the Cell Block No. 110 supervisor who had overseen the routine cell
inspection that had taken place that morning before breakfast. Officer Bastardo handed Officer
Zombie a Rogers iBrain touch pad digital information device. Officer Zombie studied the
information on the electronic device and he returned the Rogers iBrain to the cell block supervisor
with a nod. Officer Zombie then walked briskly back to Warden Blaskowitz and Officer Fuckhead.
“Carrie Hunnicutt,” Officer Zombie said to Warden Blaskowitz.
“Thank you,” Warden Blaskowitz replied to Officer Zombie. Warden Blaskowitz looked at the
group of Cell Block No. 110 prison inmates and shouted, “CARRIE HUNNICUTT! WHICH ONE
OF YOU FILTHY BITCHES IS CARRIE HUNNICUTT?”
Carrie froze in solid terror. Me? Carrie couldn't believe her ears. This can't be happening. How
can this be? I'm being singled out? A second Blaskowitz Saturday Surprise cell block spot
inspection in two weeks and I'M THE TARGET? Carrie shivered with fear. I really am a hard
luck woman. I've barely even had a chance to unpack my suitcase and I've already been chosen for
something. Chosen to be a lab rat probably. Fuck.
“CARRIE HUNNICUTT, PLEASE COME FORWARD!!!” Warden Blaskowitz shouted, her voice
grating and banshee-like. “EVERY UNNECESSARY SPLIT-SECOND YOU FORCE ME TO
SPEND IN THIS GODFORSAKEN CHICK CAGE WILL BE PUT ON YOUR RECORD AND
YOU WILL BE SEVERELY DISCIPLINED FOR IT!!!”
“No,” Carrie moaned. But I've no choice, Carrie realized. Carrie knew she had to reveal herself to
the evil head warden right away or face a harsh and painful penalty.
With all of the other prisoners staring at her, all of them thanking God it had been Carrie who'd been
selected and not one of them, Carrie slowly and nervously walked through the crowd of chick
prison inmates and she presented herself to Warden Blaskowitz as she'd been ordered to do.
“Carrie, Officer Bastardo tells us you came up inadequate in your cell inspection today,” Warden
Blaskowitz said. “Were you not told? The cell inspection is one of the ways by which we select
one of you girls for the lab experiments. You'll be more thorough with the tidiness of your cell in
the future. Assuming there is a future for you. Come with us.”
Carrie shot a frightened glance backwards at Bobbi as she was marched out of Cell Block No. 110
by the Experiment Division X-74 prison officials. With Officer Zombie and Officer Fuckhead on
either side of her and with the legendary Warden Marie Louise Blaskowitz leading the way, Carrie
was escorted out of the cell block and she was taken through a network of corridors to an
interrogation room. A formal introductory meeting between Carrie and the Experiment Division X-
74 head warden was about to take place in this small cell.
Carrie was told to sit down in a chair in front of a desk which she did. Warden Blaskowitz sat
herself in a chair on the other side of the desk opposite Carrie. Officer Zombie and Officer
Fuckhead waited in the corridor outside the interrogation cell while Warden Blaskowitz conducted
the interview with the new Experiment Division X-74 prison inmate named Carrie Hunnicutt.
“Do not be alarmed,” Warden Blaskowitz assured Carrie as the villainous head warden placed her
Rogers iBrain communications device on the desk. “I conduct welcome-to-Mars visits with all of
the newcomer prisoners who arrive at Experiment Division X-74. But I don't believe I've had the
good fortune of getting acquainted with you yet. I like to get to know all of my prisoners and I think
it's important for my prisoners to get to know me as well. I'm of the belief that the prisoners should
have a very clear understanding of just who their head warden is. I find things run much more
smoothly when the prisoners have no illusions about who it is that I am.” The head warden stopped
speaking for a moment and then she said, “Do you know who I am, Carrie?”
“Yes,” Carrie answered, nodding her head timidly.
“Who am I?” Warden Blaskowitz asked bluntly.
“Who are you?” Carrie asked, suspicious of the head warden's motive for the question.
“Even simple questions are challenging for you retarded lowlifes, aren't they?” Warden Blaskowitz
said pedantically with a disgusted shake of her head. “The question isn't difficult. I'll ask it again:
Who? Am? I? Answer me. Who am I?”
“Who are you?” Carrie repeated. The prison inmate searched for the right answer to Warden
Blaskowitz's unusual question.
“Yes,” Warden Blaskowitz said.
“Who you are is Warden Blaskowitz,” Carrie said.
“Yes I am,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “And my nickname. What have the other inmates told you
my nickname is?”
“Your nickname?” Carrie asked, shaking her head apprehensively. “Nobody told me you have a
nickname. Nobody told me nothing about you.”
“Oh come now, Carrie,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “I have the power of a god over every one of
the convicts in this prison, the power of life and the power of death. The convicts fear me like they
fear the grim reaper himself. If the inmates have spoken to you of nothing else they've surely
spoken to you of the wicked warden of Experiment Division X-74. The first thing you would have
heard from your fellow prison inmates when you arrived on Mars was to watch out for the big bad
evil head warden. In fact, they probably even spoke of me on your zip flight to Mars from earth. I
have quite a reputation. Tell me the truth now, Carrie. Don't lie to me ever again. Lying to an
Experiment Division X-74 officer is a very serious violation of our rules. It is extremely hazardous.
I could have had you sent up for punishment right this instant for lying to a prison officer. But I
didn't. I've given you a chance to redeem yourself. So please be a good sport and play along with
me here. The inmates have coined an amusing little nickname for me and I must say that I find this
charming little moniker quite endearing. I don't mind it, I don't mind it at all. Not one bit. I've
found that I quite like it. Now tell me, Carrie, were you told what my nickname is?”
“Yes,” Carrie answered.
“And who was it that told you what my nickname is?” Warden Blaskowitz asked.
“The lady I share my cell with,” Carrie said.
“LADY?!? HA!!!” Warden Blaskowitz snorted. The head warden laughed aloud. The notion that
any inmate in Warden Blaskowitz's prison could be described as a lady was absurd. “That's a good
one. A lady! There are no LADIES locked up in Experiment Division X-74. Only whores and
scum. And what is the name of your cell-mate?” Warden Blaskowitz queried.
“Bobbi,” Carrie said.
“Ah, Bobbi,” Warden Blaskowitz said, nodding her head. The head warden made a mental note of
the name. Then, toying whimsically with her helpless prey, Warden Blaskowitz asked Carrie, “And
exactly what did Bobbi tell you my nickname is?”
“No,” Carrie moaned, shaking her head fearfully. Carrie hesitated, afraid to answer Warden
Blaskowitz's question.
“Well?” Warden Blaskowitz prompted forcefully.
This is wrong, so wrong, Carrie said to herself. Saying Warden Blaskowitz's unflattering nickname
directly to her face would be like slapping the head warden across the cheek. There could be harsh
consequences for such an outburst. The punishment could be great. The head warden might have
me killed. Why does it have to be like this? Carrie asked herself despairingly.
“I'm waiting,” Warden Blaskowitz prompted again. “What did Bobbi tell you my nickname is?”
There was no choice. Shyly Carrie answered, “The Bloodthirsty Bitch --”
“SPEAK UP!!!” Warden Blaskowitz demanded fiercely, cutting Carrie off. “I CAN'T HEAR
YOU!!!”
“The Bloodthirsty Bitch of the Big Dipper,” Carrie said.
“That's right, the Bloodthirsty Bitch of the Big Dipper,” Warden Blaskowitz said with proud
satisfaction like a snob. “However, in my opinion the inmates were quite forgiving when they gave
me that sympathetic moniker. Personally I believe I'm much, much worse than merely the
Bloodthirsty Bitch of the Big Dipper. The Bloodthirsty Bitch of the WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING
UNIVERSE is more like it.”
Warden Blaskowitz consulted the Rogers iBrain mobile info device on the desk. The head warden
surveyed Carrie Hunnicutt's personal data.
“You're new to Mars,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “When did you arrive?”
“I arrived only two weeks ago,” Carrie said passively.
“And you thought that once you got here you could just move into your cell and you could relax and
take it easy for a period of time while you settled in?” Warden Blaskowitz asked.
“No, I didn't think that,” Carrie said defensively.
“Of course you did,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “That's what all the prisoners think when they arrive
here. Well, that's not the way it works on Mars. We like to put our guests to work as soon as they
arrive at this facility.” Warden Blaskowitz scanned her Rogers iBrain hand-held device to retrieve
information about Experiment Division X-74 Prison Inmate No. 05362112-343. “Let's see, what
was Carrie Hunnicutt sent to Mars for? Ah yes, here we are. Carrie Hunnicutt -- sentenced to life
imprisonment on Mars for the crime of murder. Yet another worthless killer zipped up to Mars to
disappear from existence forever. You'll find that you have something in common with most of
your fellow convicts on Mars. The majority of the prisoners at Experiment Division X-74 are killers
just like you.”
“They accused me of murdering my mother,” Carrie answered anxiously. “I didn't kill my mother.
My mother died naturally. She died in another country for Christ's sake. I was framed by the
police. The government just wanted our money.”
“Ah, you're innocent,” Warden Blaskowitz said with disdain. “I will warn you, your refusal to take
responsibility for your actions has been duly noted and recorded. Now, there are some other facets
of your Mars prison term that should be made clear to you. While you may not be aware of it,
when you were sentenced to imprisonment on Mars you were also sentenced to take part in our
research experiments. As an Experiment Division X-74 prisoner you can expect to take part in our
laboratory trials during your time here. That's what the girls of Experiment Division X-74 were put
on Mars for. It's the very reason you're here. You're paying penance. Your involvement in our
scientific research is a binding condition of the penalty that you are expected to pay for your
criminal misdeeds. As a consequence of your involvement in criminal activity on earth you will be
partaking in our scientific studies that will help us to develop cures for illnesses and pioneer vaccines
that will combat diseases. And you can also help us to find more effective ways of fighting and
winning the Global War on earth as well. Does any of this seem abnormal to you?”
“Abnormal?!?” Carrie shrieked. “No shit. You can say that again. This whole fucking freak show
is insane.”
“Wrong!” Warden Blaskowitz countered smugly. “It's not abnormal! It's wondrous! It's
marvelous! It's glorious! It's perfectly sane! All countries have prison programs like ours and the
Pan-Eurasian Axis Experiment Division X-74 prison program on Mars is the most advanced of the
lot of them. There's nothing queer about it at all, it's the way it's always been done. There are test
subjects like you in prisons everywhere. But at Experiment Division X-74 we do things a little
differently than the other prisons. For instance, at Experiment Division X-74 we take your role of
the research lab test subject very seriously. Your involvement here is much more important than
just blindly submitting yourself to our medical lab researchers to be a human guinea pig. There's
much more to it than that. Your special role at Experiment Division X-74 has been preordained by
God.”
Carrie stared blankly at Warden Blaskowitz. Preordained by God? More like preordained by the
devil, Carrie thought. What a joke, using God to justify evil. To justify quack research
experiments. This unspeakable criminal nightmare has been preordained by the devil himself and
I'm sitting in a room in hell listening to the devil's favorite helper fill my head up with lies.
“Mars needs women, Carrie,” the mad head warden of Experiment Division X-74 said to Carrie
Hunnicutt as she explained God's involvement in the butchery taking place in her prison. “Women
like you. It's your divine purpose to further the field of medical science by acting as a test subject in
our experiments and it's our divine right to use you as our test subject for our experiments. Your
expulsion to the planet Mars is a blessing in disguise for you. A wonderful blessing. Now some
good can finally be achieved of your worthless existence. Experiment Division X-74 is the reason
you were conceived. It's the reason your father fucked your mother. It's why your mother gave
birth to you. It's the reason your parents were conceived before you and why your parents'
descendants were conceived before them. You were brought into this world to serve the Pan-
Eurasian Axis and to submit to us in our research. The Pan-Eurasian Axis Experiment Division X-
74 program is your destiny. What you have here, Carrie, is an opportunity to achieve moral
redemption -- even salvation from your sins! -- through your participation in our scientific pursuits
on Mars. I'm so glad you've finally been brought to us.”
Warden Blaskowitz had completed her speech at this point. The head warden paused and then she
asked, “Do you have any questions you'd like to ask me, Carrie? Or anything you'd like to tell me?
You might never get a chance to speak to someone with my superior rank at Experiment Division X-
74 ever again.”
“No,” Carrie answered.
“Very well then, there's one other thing,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “Where your conviction is
concerned, there's something you should know. It's a matter of strict prison etiquette. Denying you
committed a crime is a crime in and of itself at Experiment Division X-74 and it constitutes grounds
for severe punishment. Do not deny, do not lie. The one who is quick to lie is the one who is quick
to die. Do not let me hear you deny you are guilty of the crime you were convicted of ever again. I
will consider letting your earlier violation of this rule go just this once with this verbal warning. But
if ever again you so much as think that you're innocent we will hear you the moment you think the
thought and you will be sent up for punishment immediately. Do you understand? We monitor
every word, spoken or thought, that is uttered by every inmate in this prison. You were convicted
and sentenced to life on Mars for a very good reason, Carrie. You weren't convicted because you
are innocent. You were convicted because you are guilty. Our government doesn't convict people
and sentence them to live out the remainder of their lives at Experiment Division X-74 on a frigid
space rock called Mars because they're innocent. Got it? Have I made myself clear, Carrie?”
“Yes, yes you have,” Carrie answered politely, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Very good,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “This discussion is over. Wait here for a guard.”
Warden Blaskowitz scooped up her Rogers iBrain from the desk and the head warden darted out of
the interrogation room and she quickly marched down the corridor like a diligent soldier with Officer
Zombie at her side.
interesting mainly because she is an ugly woman. A woman who is described as a jolie laide is
considered so because her most compelling aspect is her unattractive appearance. An assessment of
Bobbi's bad looks would probably result in her being categorized as a jolie laide. Bobbi had a
ghastly face that took people by surprise. Bobbi was a truly fascinating sight to behold due primarily
to the unfathomable extent of her physical ugliness.
Bobbi was an incorrigible human catastrophe who'd been in the joint forever beginning with reform
schools on earth when she was a youngster. Bobbi was a lifelong hooker, a lifelong alcoholic, a
lifelong drug addict, a lifelong fuck-up. Bobbi was a lifetime loser who found out the hard way how
to get wasted on Mars. Bobbi could tell you a hundred different ways you could get high by using
the chemical cleaner the prison officials gave the prison inmates to clean their toilets. Bobbi'd tell
you can inject toilet cleaner into your veins, you can drop it through your eyeballs, you can stick it
up your nose, you can smoke it with your tampon, you can rub it on your twat and/or you can snort
it up your ass.
Carrie, on the other hand, was the exact opposite of Bobbi. Carrie was 19 years of age and drop
dead gorgeous. In comparison to Bobbi, in fact in comparison to ANYONE on Mars, Carrie was a
beautiful newborn baby, she was a sweet virgin child. A newly-arrived inmate to Experiment
Division X-74, Carrie had been assigned by the prison staff to double bunk with Bobbi the Dope
Fiend after arriving on Mars a mere two weeks previously.
It was the daily exercise. The lawful obligation to make sure their prison cell passed the daily
inspection for cleanliness and tidiness. Carrie had a wet mop in her hand that she was halfheartedly
dragging across the stone floor while she chatted with her cell-mate Bobbi who just sat there like a
lump on the top bunk bed watching Carrie work.
The thing is, Bobbi couldn't help Carrie clean the cell even if she'd wanted to, that's how gone she
was. Trying to get Bobbi to help with the cleaning duties would just start a heated argument
between the two cell-mates and the job would never get done. So here's how it worked: Carrie
cleaned the cell to make sure they passed the inspection while Bobbi sat back and watched and
supervised the event.
On this particular Saturday cell-mates Carrie and Bobbi were supremely confident there wasn't a
chance in hell of either of them being picked by Warden Marie Louise Blaskowitz for the research
lab experiments. In fact, Carrie and Bobbi were both so sure that neither them nor any of their
fellow female prisoners in Cell Block No. 110 would be handpicked by Warden Blaskowitz for a
laboratory trial that on this particular Saturday they went about their daily routine with the self-
possessed aplomb of a couple of innocent little lambs.
“Chill, bitch, we're safe,” Bobbi said to Carrie. “She took Angelina last Saturday. What does that
mean to us? It means no wicked witch for a while. Blaskowitz doesn't come around that often.”
“She doesn't?” Carrie asked.
“No, she doesn't,” Bobbi said. “The big bad wolf already went to the meat market and she got her
steak. It's mathematical logic. It's like algebra. It's like university calculus.”
Bobbi laid down on the top bunk bed and she put her hands behind her head and she stretched out
her legs.
What Bobbi was saying made perfect sense to Carrie. Warden Blaskowitz won't be back to Cell
Block No. 110 for a while, Carrie told herself as she nonchalantly rinsed out the mop in the metal
bucket of dirty green-colored Martian water. Just one week prior Warden Blaskowitz had made a
sudden appearance on Cell Block No. 110 and had selected a prison girl by the name of Angelina
for a scientific bone marrow extraction trial that the medical lab researchers were initiating in the
experimentation labs. To Carrie and Bobbi, the chances of Warden Blaskowitz returning to the
same cell block only one week later to select another prison inmate from the same cell block were
astronomically remote. It simply wasn't going to happen.
“Why would Blaskowitz come back to one-ten again so soon?” Bobbi asked Carrie reassuringly
from the top bunk bed. “Do you know how many other cell blocks there are in this prison? This
prison is huge. There's something like three hundred cell blocks in total in this facility. You think
Blaskowitz is going to come back to see us when there's all those other cell blocks filled up with all
those other chicks for that lesbo dyke bitch to choose from? Blaskowitz is looking for hot snatch to
take back to her quarters to do the nasty deed with. That's all it is.”
“And she already checked us out and she saw what she wanted and she took it,” Carrie said
pleasantly in agreement.
“That's right,” Bobbi said. “That's why no Angelina no more. Warden Blaskowitz took Angelina
away 'cause she was looking for some quick satisfaction action. She got what she wanted, the black
widow got her victim. And if she does start prowling the prison ranges for sex action again it won't
be here on one-ten. We won't see Blaskowitz here today. Won't happen. Trust me, I've been on
Mars since they constructed this place, since the dark ages and before the reforms went into effect.
I know what I'm talkin' about. You can relax.”
Carrie believed that what Bobbi was telling her was the truth. Carrie took comfort in her cell-mate's
words. Carrie trusted Bobbi.
However, Carrie was new to Experiment Division X-74 and the fledgling prison convict didn't know
that Bobbi was just a mental-case blabbermouth drug addict whose brain had been vaporized to slop
generations ago by the systematic abuse and self-indulgent overuse of concentrated dope. Bobbi
was a natural born hustler who talked and talked and talked. Bobbi talked endlessly. Bobbi'd say
anything to anyone, whether it was true or not, especially if it was untrue, just as long as it was a
way for her to keep her lips moving. Carrie hadn't yet learned that it can be dangerous to listen to
and be sucked in by crazy liars like Bobbi. And the newcomer prison inmate hadn't yet observed
and gotten to understand the whims of her sociopathic head warden either. Poor, naïve Carrie had
so much to learn.
It was Warden Blaskowitz's cunning use of wild unpredictability that made her a particularly evil
prison warden. Even though she was a clinically diagnosed insane, Warden Marie Louise
Blaskowitz was a highly functioning insane. Unlike most crazy people who have great difficulty
operating in the real world and who are often relegated to society's margins or are sometimes
institutionalized for life, Warden Marie Louise Blaskowitz was a hyper-intelligent nutcase who used
her mental illness to her advantage. Warden Blaskowitz's diseased brain was actually an asset in her
position as the head prison warden of Experiment Division X-74. Warden Blaskowitz's sheer
lunacy brought out in the diabolical woman an extraordinarily sophisticated depth in her capacity to
psychologically terrorize the Experiment Division X-74 prisoners. The psychopathic head warden
used all sorts of surprise terror tactics to further her black reign of mental intimidation and total
suppressive control over her oppressed prison inmate captives.
Not only that, Warden Blaskowitz was also an insecure megalomaniac, a vain vampire-woman with
bizarre emotional hang-ups and freakishly eccentric psychological issues regarding her personal body
image. Warden Blaskowitz was insanely jealous of the pristine beauty of the younger female
prisoners and the head warden was compelled to fully act out her jealousy by overtly picking on the
beautiful prison inmates, sumptuous babes just like Carrie Hunnicutt.
And little did Carrie know that she was an ideal candidate for the prison research lab experiments.
Carrie was young and nubile and healthy and not yet physically poisoned by the hard life on Mars.
Carrie was the very variety of human specimen the Experiment Division X-74 medical lab
researchers were looking for. In fact, until brand new fresh prison convicts arrived on Mars, Carrie
was probably the most eligible candidate for research lab experimentation in the whole damn prison.
Surprise, surprise! Carrie's confidence that Warden Blaskowitz would terrorize the inmates on
another prison range other than Cell Block No. 110 was shattered the instant the heavy-duty cell
block security door was thrust open with the deafening release of the door's lock mechanism and the
despicable Warden Blaskowitz marched into the cathedral-like hall of Cell Block No. 110 like the
Antichrist from Hell with her two male subordinate officers on either side of her.
The head warden's henchmen, Officer Zombie and Officer Fuckhead, were a couple of pigheaded
quasi-Nazi storm-troopers. They were stocky brutes with punk rock buzz-cuts dyed piss-blond.
These two gutter-savages were the most downright miserable pricks a person could ever have the
unlucky misfortune of encountering.
When Warden Blaskowitz flew into the prison range with her two henchmen, Carrie and Bobbi
were sitting at a table together eating toast. The two surprised prisoners stared at each other in
ungoverned shock. What the fuck is the Bloodthirsty Bitch doing HERE today???
The very second Warden Blaskowitz and her officers marched into the vast Cell Block No. 110
prison range area all that could be heard were the stomping high heels of Warden Blaskowitz's
jackboots and the roaring echo of her jackboots reverberating thunderously throughout the
cavernous room. All 42 of the chick prison inmates in the cell block immediately went silent and
stood at attention as they'd been trained to do whenever the Experiment Division X-74 head warden
was in their presence. The smallest sound or the slightest movement by a prisoner would be seen as
belligerent insubordination by Warden Blaskowitz and the prisoner would be cruelly punished for it.
The most miniscule distraction would send the short-tempered head warden into a lethal fury.
His foot-long dildo-shaped truncheon clenched firmly in his fist, Officer Zombie marched straight
over to Officer Bastardo, the Cell Block No. 110 supervisor who had overseen the routine cell
inspection that had taken place that morning before breakfast. Officer Bastardo handed Officer
Zombie a Rogers iBrain touch pad digital information device. Officer Zombie studied the
information on the electronic device and he returned the Rogers iBrain to the cell block supervisor
with a nod. Officer Zombie then walked briskly back to Warden Blaskowitz and Officer Fuckhead.
“Carrie Hunnicutt,” Officer Zombie said to Warden Blaskowitz.
“Thank you,” Warden Blaskowitz replied to Officer Zombie. Warden Blaskowitz looked at the
group of Cell Block No. 110 prison inmates and shouted, “CARRIE HUNNICUTT! WHICH ONE
OF YOU FILTHY BITCHES IS CARRIE HUNNICUTT?”
Carrie froze in solid terror. Me? Carrie couldn't believe her ears. This can't be happening. How
can this be? I'm being singled out? A second Blaskowitz Saturday Surprise cell block spot
inspection in two weeks and I'M THE TARGET? Carrie shivered with fear. I really am a hard
luck woman. I've barely even had a chance to unpack my suitcase and I've already been chosen for
something. Chosen to be a lab rat probably. Fuck.
“CARRIE HUNNICUTT, PLEASE COME FORWARD!!!” Warden Blaskowitz shouted, her voice
grating and banshee-like. “EVERY UNNECESSARY SPLIT-SECOND YOU FORCE ME TO
SPEND IN THIS GODFORSAKEN CHICK CAGE WILL BE PUT ON YOUR RECORD AND
YOU WILL BE SEVERELY DISCIPLINED FOR IT!!!”
“No,” Carrie moaned. But I've no choice, Carrie realized. Carrie knew she had to reveal herself to
the evil head warden right away or face a harsh and painful penalty.
With all of the other prisoners staring at her, all of them thanking God it had been Carrie who'd been
selected and not one of them, Carrie slowly and nervously walked through the crowd of chick
prison inmates and she presented herself to Warden Blaskowitz as she'd been ordered to do.
“Carrie, Officer Bastardo tells us you came up inadequate in your cell inspection today,” Warden
Blaskowitz said. “Were you not told? The cell inspection is one of the ways by which we select
one of you girls for the lab experiments. You'll be more thorough with the tidiness of your cell in
the future. Assuming there is a future for you. Come with us.”
Carrie shot a frightened glance backwards at Bobbi as she was marched out of Cell Block No. 110
by the Experiment Division X-74 prison officials. With Officer Zombie and Officer Fuckhead on
either side of her and with the legendary Warden Marie Louise Blaskowitz leading the way, Carrie
was escorted out of the cell block and she was taken through a network of corridors to an
interrogation room. A formal introductory meeting between Carrie and the Experiment Division X-
74 head warden was about to take place in this small cell.
Carrie was told to sit down in a chair in front of a desk which she did. Warden Blaskowitz sat
herself in a chair on the other side of the desk opposite Carrie. Officer Zombie and Officer
Fuckhead waited in the corridor outside the interrogation cell while Warden Blaskowitz conducted
the interview with the new Experiment Division X-74 prison inmate named Carrie Hunnicutt.
“Do not be alarmed,” Warden Blaskowitz assured Carrie as the villainous head warden placed her
Rogers iBrain communications device on the desk. “I conduct welcome-to-Mars visits with all of
the newcomer prisoners who arrive at Experiment Division X-74. But I don't believe I've had the
good fortune of getting acquainted with you yet. I like to get to know all of my prisoners and I think
it's important for my prisoners to get to know me as well. I'm of the belief that the prisoners should
have a very clear understanding of just who their head warden is. I find things run much more
smoothly when the prisoners have no illusions about who it is that I am.” The head warden stopped
speaking for a moment and then she said, “Do you know who I am, Carrie?”
“Yes,” Carrie answered, nodding her head timidly.
“Who am I?” Warden Blaskowitz asked bluntly.
“Who are you?” Carrie asked, suspicious of the head warden's motive for the question.
“Even simple questions are challenging for you retarded lowlifes, aren't they?” Warden Blaskowitz
said pedantically with a disgusted shake of her head. “The question isn't difficult. I'll ask it again:
Who? Am? I? Answer me. Who am I?”
“Who are you?” Carrie repeated. The prison inmate searched for the right answer to Warden
Blaskowitz's unusual question.
“Yes,” Warden Blaskowitz said.
“Who you are is Warden Blaskowitz,” Carrie said.
“Yes I am,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “And my nickname. What have the other inmates told you
my nickname is?”
“Your nickname?” Carrie asked, shaking her head apprehensively. “Nobody told me you have a
nickname. Nobody told me nothing about you.”
“Oh come now, Carrie,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “I have the power of a god over every one of
the convicts in this prison, the power of life and the power of death. The convicts fear me like they
fear the grim reaper himself. If the inmates have spoken to you of nothing else they've surely
spoken to you of the wicked warden of Experiment Division X-74. The first thing you would have
heard from your fellow prison inmates when you arrived on Mars was to watch out for the big bad
evil head warden. In fact, they probably even spoke of me on your zip flight to Mars from earth. I
have quite a reputation. Tell me the truth now, Carrie. Don't lie to me ever again. Lying to an
Experiment Division X-74 officer is a very serious violation of our rules. It is extremely hazardous.
I could have had you sent up for punishment right this instant for lying to a prison officer. But I
didn't. I've given you a chance to redeem yourself. So please be a good sport and play along with
me here. The inmates have coined an amusing little nickname for me and I must say that I find this
charming little moniker quite endearing. I don't mind it, I don't mind it at all. Not one bit. I've
found that I quite like it. Now tell me, Carrie, were you told what my nickname is?”
“Yes,” Carrie answered.
“And who was it that told you what my nickname is?” Warden Blaskowitz asked.
“The lady I share my cell with,” Carrie said.
“LADY?!? HA!!!” Warden Blaskowitz snorted. The head warden laughed aloud. The notion that
any inmate in Warden Blaskowitz's prison could be described as a lady was absurd. “That's a good
one. A lady! There are no LADIES locked up in Experiment Division X-74. Only whores and
scum. And what is the name of your cell-mate?” Warden Blaskowitz queried.
“Bobbi,” Carrie said.
“Ah, Bobbi,” Warden Blaskowitz said, nodding her head. The head warden made a mental note of
the name. Then, toying whimsically with her helpless prey, Warden Blaskowitz asked Carrie, “And
exactly what did Bobbi tell you my nickname is?”
“No,” Carrie moaned, shaking her head fearfully. Carrie hesitated, afraid to answer Warden
Blaskowitz's question.
“Well?” Warden Blaskowitz prompted forcefully.
This is wrong, so wrong, Carrie said to herself. Saying Warden Blaskowitz's unflattering nickname
directly to her face would be like slapping the head warden across the cheek. There could be harsh
consequences for such an outburst. The punishment could be great. The head warden might have
me killed. Why does it have to be like this? Carrie asked herself despairingly.
“I'm waiting,” Warden Blaskowitz prompted again. “What did Bobbi tell you my nickname is?”
There was no choice. Shyly Carrie answered, “The Bloodthirsty Bitch --”
“SPEAK UP!!!” Warden Blaskowitz demanded fiercely, cutting Carrie off. “I CAN'T HEAR
YOU!!!”
“The Bloodthirsty Bitch of the Big Dipper,” Carrie said.
“That's right, the Bloodthirsty Bitch of the Big Dipper,” Warden Blaskowitz said with proud
satisfaction like a snob. “However, in my opinion the inmates were quite forgiving when they gave
me that sympathetic moniker. Personally I believe I'm much, much worse than merely the
Bloodthirsty Bitch of the Big Dipper. The Bloodthirsty Bitch of the WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING
UNIVERSE is more like it.”
Warden Blaskowitz consulted the Rogers iBrain mobile info device on the desk. The head warden
surveyed Carrie Hunnicutt's personal data.
“You're new to Mars,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “When did you arrive?”
“I arrived only two weeks ago,” Carrie said passively.
“And you thought that once you got here you could just move into your cell and you could relax and
take it easy for a period of time while you settled in?” Warden Blaskowitz asked.
“No, I didn't think that,” Carrie said defensively.
“Of course you did,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “That's what all the prisoners think when they arrive
here. Well, that's not the way it works on Mars. We like to put our guests to work as soon as they
arrive at this facility.” Warden Blaskowitz scanned her Rogers iBrain hand-held device to retrieve
information about Experiment Division X-74 Prison Inmate No. 05362112-343. “Let's see, what
was Carrie Hunnicutt sent to Mars for? Ah yes, here we are. Carrie Hunnicutt -- sentenced to life
imprisonment on Mars for the crime of murder. Yet another worthless killer zipped up to Mars to
disappear from existence forever. You'll find that you have something in common with most of
your fellow convicts on Mars. The majority of the prisoners at Experiment Division X-74 are killers
just like you.”
“They accused me of murdering my mother,” Carrie answered anxiously. “I didn't kill my mother.
My mother died naturally. She died in another country for Christ's sake. I was framed by the
police. The government just wanted our money.”
“Ah, you're innocent,” Warden Blaskowitz said with disdain. “I will warn you, your refusal to take
responsibility for your actions has been duly noted and recorded. Now, there are some other facets
of your Mars prison term that should be made clear to you. While you may not be aware of it,
when you were sentenced to imprisonment on Mars you were also sentenced to take part in our
research experiments. As an Experiment Division X-74 prisoner you can expect to take part in our
laboratory trials during your time here. That's what the girls of Experiment Division X-74 were put
on Mars for. It's the very reason you're here. You're paying penance. Your involvement in our
scientific research is a binding condition of the penalty that you are expected to pay for your
criminal misdeeds. As a consequence of your involvement in criminal activity on earth you will be
partaking in our scientific studies that will help us to develop cures for illnesses and pioneer vaccines
that will combat diseases. And you can also help us to find more effective ways of fighting and
winning the Global War on earth as well. Does any of this seem abnormal to you?”
“Abnormal?!?” Carrie shrieked. “No shit. You can say that again. This whole fucking freak show
is insane.”
“Wrong!” Warden Blaskowitz countered smugly. “It's not abnormal! It's wondrous! It's
marvelous! It's glorious! It's perfectly sane! All countries have prison programs like ours and the
Pan-Eurasian Axis Experiment Division X-74 prison program on Mars is the most advanced of the
lot of them. There's nothing queer about it at all, it's the way it's always been done. There are test
subjects like you in prisons everywhere. But at Experiment Division X-74 we do things a little
differently than the other prisons. For instance, at Experiment Division X-74 we take your role of
the research lab test subject very seriously. Your involvement here is much more important than
just blindly submitting yourself to our medical lab researchers to be a human guinea pig. There's
much more to it than that. Your special role at Experiment Division X-74 has been preordained by
God.”
Carrie stared blankly at Warden Blaskowitz. Preordained by God? More like preordained by the
devil, Carrie thought. What a joke, using God to justify evil. To justify quack research
experiments. This unspeakable criminal nightmare has been preordained by the devil himself and
I'm sitting in a room in hell listening to the devil's favorite helper fill my head up with lies.
“Mars needs women, Carrie,” the mad head warden of Experiment Division X-74 said to Carrie
Hunnicutt as she explained God's involvement in the butchery taking place in her prison. “Women
like you. It's your divine purpose to further the field of medical science by acting as a test subject in
our experiments and it's our divine right to use you as our test subject for our experiments. Your
expulsion to the planet Mars is a blessing in disguise for you. A wonderful blessing. Now some
good can finally be achieved of your worthless existence. Experiment Division X-74 is the reason
you were conceived. It's the reason your father fucked your mother. It's why your mother gave
birth to you. It's the reason your parents were conceived before you and why your parents'
descendants were conceived before them. You were brought into this world to serve the Pan-
Eurasian Axis and to submit to us in our research. The Pan-Eurasian Axis Experiment Division X-
74 program is your destiny. What you have here, Carrie, is an opportunity to achieve moral
redemption -- even salvation from your sins! -- through your participation in our scientific pursuits
on Mars. I'm so glad you've finally been brought to us.”
Warden Blaskowitz had completed her speech at this point. The head warden paused and then she
asked, “Do you have any questions you'd like to ask me, Carrie? Or anything you'd like to tell me?
You might never get a chance to speak to someone with my superior rank at Experiment Division X-
74 ever again.”
“No,” Carrie answered.
“Very well then, there's one other thing,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “Where your conviction is
concerned, there's something you should know. It's a matter of strict prison etiquette. Denying you
committed a crime is a crime in and of itself at Experiment Division X-74 and it constitutes grounds
for severe punishment. Do not deny, do not lie. The one who is quick to lie is the one who is quick
to die. Do not let me hear you deny you are guilty of the crime you were convicted of ever again. I
will consider letting your earlier violation of this rule go just this once with this verbal warning. But
if ever again you so much as think that you're innocent we will hear you the moment you think the
thought and you will be sent up for punishment immediately. Do you understand? We monitor
every word, spoken or thought, that is uttered by every inmate in this prison. You were convicted
and sentenced to life on Mars for a very good reason, Carrie. You weren't convicted because you
are innocent. You were convicted because you are guilty. Our government doesn't convict people
and sentence them to live out the remainder of their lives at Experiment Division X-74 on a frigid
space rock called Mars because they're innocent. Got it? Have I made myself clear, Carrie?”
“Yes, yes you have,” Carrie answered politely, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Very good,” Warden Blaskowitz said. “This discussion is over. Wait here for a guard.”
Warden Blaskowitz scooped up her Rogers iBrain from the desk and the head warden darted out of
the interrogation room and she quickly marched down the corridor like a diligent soldier with Officer
Zombie at her side.
ONCE UPON A TIME ON MARS
jolie laide: French, noun; a woman whose ugliness
forms her chief fascination. [literally: pretty ugly
woman]
Bobbi was an ugly mess of a woman and by far the
ugliest woman on the planet Mars. At 45 years old
Bobbi had the prematurely-aged face of a 75-year-old
monster. Bobbi's unsightly ugliness was especially
punctuated by her crooked teeth. Instead of a straight
row of teeth, the gnarled buck teeth in Bobbi's mouth
were scattered along her gum lines in layers that looked
like the zigzagging teeth of a hammerhead shark.
Bobbi's teeth were so unbelievably bad it was almost
impossible for her to close her mouth. In fact, one of
Bobbi's cockeyed front buck teeth was so absurdly
crooked that even when her mouth was closed
completely shut (which was a rare occurrence) the
protruding buck tooth shot straight out horizontally
from her gum and out her big yap. Bobbi's deformed
face looked almost as gruesome as the face of the old
gypsy witch woman in director Amando de Ossorio's
eerie 1974 Exorcist rip-off Demon Witch Child.
jolie laide: French, noun; a woman whose ugliness
forms her chief fascination. [literally: pretty ugly
woman]
Bobbi was an ugly mess of a woman and by far the
ugliest woman on the planet Mars. At 45 years old
Bobbi had the prematurely-aged face of a 75-year-old
monster. Bobbi's unsightly ugliness was especially
punctuated by her crooked teeth. Instead of a straight
row of teeth, the gnarled buck teeth in Bobbi's mouth
were scattered along her gum lines in layers that looked
like the zigzagging teeth of a hammerhead shark.
Bobbi's teeth were so unbelievably bad it was almost
impossible for her to close her mouth. In fact, one of
Bobbi's cockeyed front buck teeth was so absurdly
crooked that even when her mouth was closed
completely shut (which was a rare occurrence) the
protruding buck tooth shot straight out horizontally
from her gum and out her big yap. Bobbi's deformed
face looked almost as gruesome as the face of the old
gypsy witch woman in director Amando de Ossorio's
eerie 1974 Exorcist rip-off Demon Witch Child.
ONCE UPON A TIME ON MARS
THE SEX COMMANDOS
THE SHE WOLF OF MARS
DAWN MONROE
JONAH THINKS IT OVER
LIEUTENANT JILLIAN PLENTY
THE SEX LABS
THE DEFILER
ANGRY RED SHITHOLE
DAWN AND PHAEDRA
IT'S ONLY ROCK 'N' ROLL
ANNIE THE TRANNY
INTERPLANETARY SEX ACTION
ENEMY INTERCEPTION
IGNOMINIOUS INTRODUCTION
FORCED ENTRY
DEATHGAME
SEX LAB STUDS
“THEY PUT NITRO IN OUR DICKS???”
THE FIRST BONER IS THE HARDEST
JONAH & THE BLOODTHIRSTY BITCH
ABSOLUTE SYSTEM SHUT DOWN
ORGANISM OBSERVATION ROOM NO. 2
THREE-WAY WITH THE WARDEN
“I'VE BEEN INSEMINATED!!!”
ESCAPE FROM MARS
GALAXY HORIZON
THE SEX COMMANDOS
THE SHE WOLF OF MARS
DAWN MONROE
JONAH THINKS IT OVER
LIEUTENANT JILLIAN PLENTY
THE SEX LABS
THE DEFILER
ANGRY RED SHITHOLE
DAWN AND PHAEDRA
IT'S ONLY ROCK 'N' ROLL
ANNIE THE TRANNY
INTERPLANETARY SEX ACTION
ENEMY INTERCEPTION
IGNOMINIOUS INTRODUCTION
FORCED ENTRY
DEATHGAME
SEX LAB STUDS
“THEY PUT NITRO IN OUR DICKS???”
THE FIRST BONER IS THE HARDEST
JONAH & THE BLOODTHIRSTY BITCH
ABSOLUTE SYSTEM SHUT DOWN
ORGANISM OBSERVATION ROOM NO. 2
THREE-WAY WITH THE WARDEN
“I'VE BEEN INSEMINATED!!!”
ESCAPE FROM MARS
GALAXY HORIZON
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