Women's Prison: The Warden's Arrival

1 – Arrival – the warden

The back of the truck opened up and a guard called out to Brenda and the other two prisoners to hurry up and get out. The prison farm was a hot, dry place and Brenda noticed that the guards, all women and mostly tall and solidly built, all wore truncheons and whips on their belts.

The prisoners were ordered into a windowless, concrete building. Inside was a large shower and changeroom. The shackles were removed from their wrists and ankles and they were ordered to wash themselves. As they stripped, Brenda looked at the other women. One was a thin, pale girl and the other a large, swarthy woman with a vast thatch of thick, black pubic hair. Brenda was a fit, trim young woman with very short hair and numerous tattooes. Her hips defined a gorgeous curved bum and her smallish breasts had large and very sensitive nipples. She was naturally horny, loved fucking and, though she didn’t like to admit to it, had an exhibitionisitic streak and a taste for rough and kinky B&D.

The showers were cold and made Brenda’s nipples stand out. Three guards watched them, laughing and making jokes about their bodies and what awaited them at the prison farm. When they returned to the changeroom, their clothes were gone. They dried themselves off with thin, rough towels, then their hands were cuffed in front and the three naked women were marched outside and across to an administration block.

They were taken into an office and introduced to the warden, a tall, well-fed women. She carried a leather riding crop and punctuated her lecture on crime and punishment with flicks and swats on the women’s breasts, buttocks and legs. The other two prisoners whimpered and sobbed, but Brenda felt hot and moist in her pussy.

“And now”, she said, “it is my duty and my pleasure to perform a cavity search on each new inmate of this prison farm.” She pointed to the thin, frightened girl and directed her to bend over the back of a chair with her legs either side. The warden stood behind her and began to work her finger into the girl’s vagina.

“Nice and tight – you won’t hide much in there” she commented. Brenda watched as the warden thrust two, then three fingers inside the girl, slowly pumping away. She then pushed her finger inside the girls anus.

“Very nice – you will find yourself on office duty in here for a short while, I think. Now, stand up.” The warden held up her hand to the girl’s face. “Now, lick my fingers clean, thank you.” The girl hesitated but a hard swat across her thighs with the riding crop convinced her and she began to lick and suck the warden’s fingers while the warden beamed with pleasure.

“Now you, hairy” said the warden to the large woman. She bent over the back of the chair and her large, pendulous breasts swayed beneath her. The warden slid one, then three fingers inside the woman’s vagina.

“Plenty of room in here” she laughed. “I’ll have to investigate further.” The warden began to work her whole hand inside the woman’s vagina, slowly pumping in and out. The woman moaned and cried out, but earned only a sharp rebuke and a few hard swats on her hanging breasts. Brenda felt herself growing more and more horny as she watched the warden fist-fuck the woman. Her hand was now completely inside the woman’s vagina and she was pumping her with strong, hard strokes. Brenda’s hands were cuffed together in front of her pussy and she began to fondle herself gently, almost unconcious of what she was doing, despite the presence of the guards in the room.

“Well, I’m satisfied there’s nothing hidden in your cunt” said the warden, removing her hand. “What about your arsehole?” She immediately thrust two fingers into the woman’s anus and gave her a few hard strokes on her breasts and nipples. Brenda could feel her own anus puckering with nervous excitement. It was hot in the room and sweat trickled down her back and between her buttocks.

When the warden was satisfied with finger-fucking the woman’s anus, she ordered her to lick her fingers clean. She gave the woman several swats of the riding crop across her large breasts as she licked her fingers and hand, up past her wrist.

“Now you, pictures” said the warden, referring to the tattoos on Brenda’s stomach and back. Brenda walked across to the chair, bent over the back of it, rested her head on her cuffed hands and spread her legs. “It seems someone is already prepared for their internal inspection” remarked the warden as her fingers stroked the damp folds of her labia. The warden’s finger began to rub her clitoris and Brenda breathed louder and faster. She felt fingers slide inside her vagina and start to fuck her. She heard the warden ask a guard for her truncheon and a moment later felt its thick length penetrate her and begin to fuck her. She moaned and grunted and pushed against the truncheon, responding to its thrusts. Somewhere, in the distance it seemed, she could hear laughing and joking.

The warden’s finger left her clitoris on the verge of orgasm, and Brenda felt it sliding into her anus, fucking her in rhythm with the truncheon. She lifted her head and arched her back, her eyes screwed shut while she concentrated on pumping her hips against the thick hardness fucking her cunt and the finger fucking her arsehole. She moaned louder and cried out as the orgasm exploded out of her pussy and shot through her body like an electric charge. Her legs went weak and she slumped over the chair.

“That was mutually satisfying” remarked the warden as she rubbed the slick, wet truncheon between Brenda’s buttocks. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again. Now, lift your head” and she gave her several sharp swats across her legs and buttocks. Brenda opened her eyes to see the truncheon held out before her. She opened her mouth and began to lick and suck it, tasting her own juices. The warden moved it in and out, fucking Brenda’s mouth with the truncheon until it was clean. She then thrust her fingers into Brenda’s mouth, and Brenda sucked them clean, too.

2 – the compound – the top dog

The prison farm uniform was a coarse blue short-sleeved smock. The three new prisoners were each given one and then marched, still naked and handcuffed, carrying their smocks, from the administration building over to the compound. There were five wooden buildings, four dormitorys and a mess hall, and a concrete shower block. They were ringed by two electrified wire fences. Brenda could feel the stickiness of her pussy juice on her thighs and smell it in the hot sun.

The three new prisoners were led inside the first gate before their handcuffs were removed. Several prisoners inside the compound gathered to check out the new arrivals. Brenda noticed that less than half of them wore the blue smock – most of them were simply naked. She was the last to have her handcuffs removed – the thin girl and the large woman threw on their smocks quickly but Brenda didn’t have a chance before they were pushed into the compound and immediately surrounded by the other prisoners. They didn’t fail to notice the smell of sex on Brenda and she was immediately groped and pawed. Her smock disappeared.

“Hey! You know only the warden gets a go before I do!” The crowd parted and a tall, rawboned, muscular woman strode up to inspect the new arrivals. “Fresh meat, huh? I’ve been waiting for some. Smells like you can’t get enough” she said to Brenda. “Okay bring ‘em to my dorm – and no copping a feel on the way.”

Hands gripped Brenda around the shoulders and arms and pushed her in the direction the top dog took. She was pushed inside one of the dormitory buildings and her hands were tied together behind her back. Again, she felt that nervous excitement in her anus as the ropes were bound around her wrists. The thin girl and the large woman were also stripped and bound. Brenda noticed that every woman in the dormitory was naked.

“I’ll start with you” said the top dog to Brenda and kissed her on the mouth. Her hot, salty tongue slid into Brenda’s mouth whiile one strong arm held her tight and the other squeezed her breast. The woman’s lips crushed Brenda’s and her tongue seemed to penetrate her throat. She kissed Brenda’s face, sucked her neck and her mouth, tongue, lips and teeth began to explore every part of Brenda’s body while her hands squeezd and pinched her. Brenda’s nipples were sucked and nibbled until she cried out and moaned. Her arms and stomach were bitten, her fingers were sucked, her back, thighs and buttocks were pinched and squeezed by strong hands

The room was full of movement and noise but everyone was watching Brenda being mauled by the tall, lean woman. Her hands squeezed Brenda’s buttocks, spreading them apart and then, suddenly, lifting Brenda against the wall. The Top Dog’s face plunged into Brenda’s crotch like a crazed animal in heat, sucking, slurping, biting the soft flesh around her vagina and anus, her thighs, buttocks and labia. Her tongue penetrated Brenda’s vagina, tasted her anus and sought her clitoris.

Brenda’s hips jerked and she cried out in yearning as her clitoris felt the touch of the tongue. Two fingers slid inside her vagina and began massaging her, while she leant back against the wall and jerked her hips up and down against the tongue on her clit. She came quickly then, pumping her crotch into the woman’s head as she cried out her orgasm.

The Top Dog let her down to the floor and turned to the other women. “String her up” she ordered. The women quickly grabbed Brenda and lifted her to stand between two bunks. Her wrists were tied to the top of the bunks either side of her and her ankles tied to the legs. Standing spreadeagled she watched the Top Dogs take her pleasure from the other new inmates.

The large woman was standing with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles tied together. Ropes were wound about each of her breasts, making them stand out like swollen melons. The ropes were tied to beams in the ceiling, making the woman stand on her toes to relieve the pressure on her breasts. The girl was suspended from the ceiling by ropes tied to her ankles. Her legs were spread wide and the Top Dog bent over her crotch, her face buried in the girls vagina, slurping and sucking hungrily.

Brenda felt her buttocks being squeezed and pulled apart, and a tongue licking her anus. A woman pinched and pulled her nipples, then suddenly and directly pierced one with a needle and threaded a steel ring through it, then the other. Brenda’s nipples felt hot and heavy and ached erotically. The woman who pierced them sank to her knees and began to lick and suck Brenda’s clitoris whilst another woman finger fucked her vagina and her anus.

3 – a whipping in the field – a night with the Top Dog

Brenda soon found herself working in the hot dusty fields, bringing in the latest potato crop. The prisoners were roused at dawn, given breakfast in the trucks on the way to the fields where they worked until near dusk. They had a short break for lunch, and were fed again upon their return to the compund. The evenings were an orgy of sexual debauchery as the women sought relief in the only manner allowed to them.

A sharp blast on a whistle caught the attention of the women working in the potato field. One of the women had been caught trying to hide potatoes inside her prison smock. The other prisoners were ordered over to the truck where the guards would administer suitable punishment.

Brenda walked barefoot over the dry fields, the sweat trickling down between her breasts. The woman who had stolen the potatoes was standing with the guards in front of the truck. When the other prisoners were assembled and watching, the chief guard ordered her to remove her smock. She did so. She was of medium height, red haired and full of figure. The chief guard then handed her a dog collar and ordered the prisoner to strap it around her neck tightly. She did this while the guard held the end of the chain attached to the collar.

The chief guard ordered the prisoner to get down on her hands and knees and lick the guards’ boots clean. Brenda watched the prisoner lick the chief guard’s boots, her bottom high, her face down low, her breasts in the dust of the road, her tongue anxiously licking the leather boots. When she had finished licking one boot, the chief guard jerked on the chain and ordered the woman to her feet.

Two guards tied ropes around her wrists then pulled her toward the bonnet of the truck. One guard went to each side of the truck and pulled on the ropes, hauling the prisoner onto the truck until her hips were at the edge of the bonnet and her feet off the ground. The ropes were tied around the windowposts of the truck’s doors. The guards then tied ropes around her ankles and to the ends of the bumper bar, spreading her legs wide apart.

Brenda tugged at her smock, causing the rough cloth to rub against her hard, erect nipples. She imagined the feeling of the prisoner’s breasts, pressed against the hot steel of the truck, the feeling of her pussy being open and on display to the guards and the prisoners, the helplessness and the erotic tension of being tied to the truck, awaiting the hot lash to her buttocks. Brenda looked at the ropes securing the prisoner to the truck and the faces of the expectant audience and felt her own pussy growing hot and damp.

One of the guards unrolled a long leather strap. One end was shaped to fit a hand, the other end sectioned for greater noise and impact. Holding the strap in her left hand, the guard swung her right arm around, back and forth, limbering and loosening up. She then took a firm hold of the strap, took a few practice swings then stepped forward and swung her arm hard and high, laying the strap into the prisoner’s buttocks with a loud crack. The bound and naked prisoner cried out and squirmed against her bonds while the other women jumped with surprise.

The guard began to strike the bound prisoner with a slow, steady rhythm, across her buttocks and thighs, while she squirmed and moaned and pleaded. Brenda watched her buttocks turning from white to pink to red and tugged at her smock in order to stimulate her nipples. She felt fingers stroking her inner thighs from behind and the Top Dog whispered in her ear:

“You’re enjoying this show, aren’t you?”

Brenda leaned back against the Top Dog and spread her legs to allow the fingers fondling her buttocks to explore further. She watched and loved the woman tied across the bonnet of the truck as the strap struck her buttocks again and again.

“You wish it was you up there, don’t you?” whispered the Top Dog in her ear, as two fingers penetrated her vagina. “Wouldn’t you love to be the one with her legs spread wide, her cunt on display and her bottom whipped red and hot?” The Top Dog continued to tease Brenda and, as the whipping ended, her fingers slipped out of her pussy, squeezed her buttocks, and she whispered in Brenda’s ear “We’ll finish this tonight…”

It was dark in the messhall, so late at night, and the Top Dog sat on the edge of a bench, her legs spread wide and her pussy open. Brenda knelt before her, with her hands tied behind her – she had kissed the Top Dog deeply on her mouth, licked her neck and her full breasts, sucked her nipples, kissed her stomach and now licked her labia, searching for her clitoris – while the Top Dog told her of her own erotic experiences in the prison farm. Her stories of hard sexual discipline made Brenda so horny that her pussy began to leak and she plunged her face eagerly into the strong woman’s pussy and rubbed her tongue against a hard clitoris as big as the tip of her finger, even as the Top Dog grabbed her head, holding it against her pussy and clamping her legs against it.

She came hard, pumping her face against Brenda’s desperate tongue, as she told the story of her first whipping. Brenda craved sexual heat, even as her tied hands wanted so much to plunge into her own pussy and squeeze her clitoris to a longed-for orgasm. The Top Dog lifted her to her feet and bent her over the table.

“I’m gonna show you something now, you hot little slut” she threatened as she thrust three, then four fingers into Brenda’s aching pussy. She bent her knees, spread her legs and pushed back against the muscular arm pumping into her.

“Spank me” whispered Brenda.

“What’s that? Louder!”

“Spank me” screamed Brenda. “Spank me, spank me hard and fuck me!”

The Top Dog spanked Brenda across her buttocks and hips and pumped her fist into Brenda’s pussy and pushed her knuckles through the gaping vagina and began to fuck Brenda with her whole arm, pushing deep inside, making Brenda cry out and beg for more fucking, more spanking and she came with brutal intensity, shrieking out an hallucinatory orgasm that echoed across the long wooden mess hall.

4 – another whipping

Brenda took her chance within a few days, to be caught in the fields and stripped naked under the sun and punished in front of the prisoners and guards. She let a guard see her clumsily trying to slip potatoes down the front of her smock and was instantly hauled up and out of the field and marched over to the chief guard, lounging against the truck in the shade of the only trees to be seen.

She felt horny from the moment she was hauled out of the field, and she could feel her clitoris growing harder as the chief guard buckled a thick, wide leather collar around her neck and secured it with a padlock. The whistle blew and Brenda stood collared and leashed as the other prisoners approached her. One of the guards came before her with a knife and slashed her smock down the front and across the shoulders and it fell around her feet.

Another guard grabbed her left wrist and snapped a cuff on it, then snapped a cuff on her right wrist, chaining her hands in front; Brenda couldn’t help stroking the soft flesh of her labia, and one of the guards laughed at her and cracked a whip lightly across her shoulders.

As the other prisoners gathered around, Brenda was tugged by her leash toward the truck and ordered to sit down facing it. Guards grabbed her ankles and quickly tied ropes around them. Brenda fell back as the guards pulled the free ends of the ankle ropes toward the truck. For a moment she lay on her back in the dust, and then the guards pulled her, feet first, over the hood of the truck as they tied her ankle ropes to the window posts.

Brenda hung upside down over the front of the truck, with her legs spread wide and her pussy exposed prominently, bent open over the leading edge of the truck’s hood, Her hands rested in the dry yellow dirt of the road as she watched the tallest and most muscular of the guards, a strong black woman, approach her with a thick, black riding crop in her hand. The guard stood tall and stong against the morning sun and Brenda’s nipples ached with desire for the hot welt of leather across her skin.

The guard struck her, hard and swift, on her left thigh just above her knee, and then on her right thigh. “I’m gonna take my time,” she laughed at Brenda. “We’ve heard about you, and I know you’re gonna love it.”

The guard laid another hard whip across each of Brenda’s thighs, putting her shoulder into the stroke. Brenda’s pussy ached and as the crop whipped her legs she tried to push her crotch toward the hot sharpness of the hard, black leather. True to her word, the guard took her time, whipping the crop across the inside of one leg, then waiting for Brenda to slow down her moaning and squirming, then whipping the other leg, creeping agonisingly slowly toward her crotch.

“Well, look at you!” exclaimed the guard. “Your pussy’s opening up already” she said loudly for the benefit of the crowd. The guards laughed and yelled obscenities. Brenda bent her knees and arched her back, pushing her pussy higher and spreading her legs. “You want it bad, don’t you?” laughed the guard delivering another stinging hot lash to each of her thighs.

Brenda’s bladder let go and a streaming arc of urine burst forth, splashing on her arms stretched above her head and, as the pressure eased, her face and chest. The hot liquid was oddly refreshing and made her feel even more of a wanton slut. Again, the guards laughed and made comments, as did some of the prisoners.

The crop struck her thighs again, and again, creeping slowly toward her moist pussy, aching for an orgasmic release. The sharp, hot strikes on her soft thighs raised her sexual temperature and her pussy leaked in response – Brenda felt the dampness of her pussy juices leaking and trickling down over her belly. The crop struck her upper thighs and she thrust her hips forward, desperate to feel the hard slash against the horny heat of her aching sexuality.

Smack! Crack! The crop whipped her thighs within millimetres of the soft flesh of her vulva. The pumping surge of sexuality was almost more than she could bear and she thrust her hips forward again, desperate to feel that hot slash, and it struck her once, twice, across the very tops of her thighs and then once, twice, again, on her labia. Unable to help herself, she screamed for more and felt the blessed heat of the crop slap hard upon the very centre of her clitoris, and she moaned and screamed and pumped her hips forward in an orgasmic frenzy amid the dust and heat of the road, her buttocks slapping against the truck and her cries disappearing into the empty space of the dry, hot fields.

The guard laid the crop across each of her breasts, and then the other prisoners were herded back to their labour in the fields. The ropes around Brenda’s ankles were untied and she slumped back onto the dirt road. A guard grabbed the rope that tied her wrists and hauled her to her feet. Another guard reached inside the cab of the truck and retrieved a thick, knobbed length of polished wood on a solid, square base and stood it on the road. Brenda was hauled, willingly, toward it and the guard ordered her to kneel down over the fat, wooden dildo. Brenda did so and gratefully slipped her gaping pussy over the dildo.

Again, the guards laughed as they watched her eagerly take the dildo inside her. Brenda placed her hands on the ground and instinctively began to pump herself up and down upon the thick, hard wood. As she lost herself in the passion of the phallus pumping deep inside her cunt, the guards watched her and laughed and promised her that she would see them again, and very soon.

5 – a night with the guards

In the messhall, just a few nights later, a guard ordered Brenda to stand up. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, a leather collar buckled snugly around her neck and a chain attached to her nipple rings. The guard grabbed the chain and walked off, dragging Brenda behind her, and out of the crowded messhall into the dark night.

She led Brenda across the compound, out through the double gates and over toward the guards’ quarters. There was a separate building for the four head guards, and she led Brenda into this building and into a room where the occupants were sitting around a table, drinking beer, smoking and playing cards.

One of them, the woman who had whipped Brenda in the field, rose from the table. “Thanks. We’ll take her from here” she said, dismissing the younger guard. She grabbed Brenda’s crotch and slid a finger into her cunt. “Feels like you’re enjoying it already” she commented. She lifted Brenda off her heels by her crotch and hooked the chain on her nipple rings to another chain hanging from the ceiling. Brenda could not stand on her heels without her breasts being pulled toward the ceiling. Her nipples grew hard and she felt that familiar surge of excitement in her anus. The guard slapped her hard across her buttocks. “Don’t mind hanging around while we finish our game, do you?”

Brenda hung around as the guards drank, smoked and continued to play cards. Every now and then, one of them would walk past Brenda on the way to the fridge or the toilet and give her a hard slap on the buttocks, thighs or pussy. Twice, her breasts were squeezed and once her clitoris was massaged for brief, exciting moment until, laughing, the other guards around the table told the fourth to “save some for later.”

Eventually, the most overweight of the guards said “I reckon I could go a rimjob right about now.” She stood up and walked over to Brenda, lifted her by her crotch and unhooked the chain on her breasts. Brenda’s legs gave way beneath her and she slumped to the floor. The guard undid her trousers and pulled them off, then pushed Brenda onto the floor, on her back. She placed a foot either side of Brenda’s shoulders, facing toward Brenda’s feet, then squatted down over her face.

Brenda saw the guard’s broad buttocks, saw the guard’s hands grab her buttocks and spread them apart, glimpsed the pink rose of her anus as it descended, then tasted it against her lips. “Come on, get going” ordered the guard and Brenda’s tongue began to lick and taste the soft flesh, the hot musky tang of the guard’s anus. She felt hands grab her ankles and lift them, spreading her legs and the guard sitting on her face began to stroke Brenda’s anus.

“That’s it, stick it in, baby” said the guard as she stroked Brenda’s anus. Brenda felt leather cuffs being buckled around her ankles and the feeling made her eroticism surge. She began to lick harder and attempt to penetrate the guard’s anus. Only her shoulders and head were on the floor, and the cuffs on her wrists were unlocked, to be replaced by leather cuffs.

“Yeah, that feels good” said the overweight guard, and she suddenly stood up. Brenda’s tongue reached out to try and tantalise her arsehole some more, and the other guards laughed. “We’re only just getting started” said one of the guards, and Brenda saw that they were all naked, save for their boots and their belts, hung with whips and crops and truncheons. The tight leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles were each fitted with four steel D-rings. Her wrists were swiftly locked together in front and a chain, just long enough to allow her to walk slowly, was attached to her ankle cuffs.

“We’re just getting started” said the tall, muscular guard who had whipped Brenda in the field, tugging on the chain fastened to her nipples, Brenda got to her feet and followed the guards out the door of their barracks and into the night. They led her across the guards’ compound, to the obscene cheers and calls of the junior guards leaning out the windows and doors of their own barracks, and toward a small, wooden, barnlike building.

Inside the small barn were a variety of wooden frames, some cupboards against the walls and a hardpacked dirt floor with a scattering of straw. Brenda was led to a wooden frame in the middle of the barn some nine feet square, hung with chains at the top corners and a foot or so above the bottom corners. The muscular black guard let go of the chain on Brenda’s nipples and grabbed her shoulders, turning her around to face the other three guards, standing square beneath the frame. The anticipation of her punishment at the hands of these women, the sexual tension of the last few hours, had Brenda’s pussy dripping with excitement. She felt her pussy juice trickling down her legs as she watched a guard open one of the cupboards and remove a spherical object of thin tubular steel.

“This is just for fun, y’know, just ‘cos it looks good” said the guard, a relatively petite woman when compared to the muscular black guard, the overweight white guard and the fourth guard, a lean, strong woman not unlike the Top Dog in her frame. She undid a clasp on the sphere and fitted half of it onto the back of Brendas collar, then attached the front half, clicking it onto the collar. The sphere was made of longitudinal tubes of steel, with a single reinforcing bar around in front of Brenda’s nose, meeting at a central point atop her head and descending to a ring that was now fitted into the D-rings on her collar. In front of her mouth was a round ring, with clips attached.

“We can make good use of this, if we need to” said the petite guard of the ring while she attached a chain to a link on top of the head cage. She tugged on the chain, running through a pulley, and pulled Brenda to her full height, her heels barely touching the ground. The black guard and the lean guard approached her, removed the clasp from her wrists, stretched her arms out above and either side of her and cliped the chains to her wrist cuffs. They then pulled the other end of the chains through pulleys to stretch Brenda’s arms out above her and secured the chains. The chain between her ankles was unlocked and her legs were pulled apart by the guards and secured to the chains on the frame. The guards pulled on the chains until Brenda found herself spreadeagled tight and hard between the chains on her wrists, ankle and neck, her weight supported on her toes, her wrists and, just a little, on her neck.

Brenda was acutely aware that, for the first time in the prison camp, she was completely at the mercy of the guards, utterly helpless and without any witnesses. Her nipples, carrying the weight of the chain, were swollen with erotic anticipation. Her clitoris was hard and her pussy continued to leak sexual fluids. The lean guard came up to her, saying, “We don’t want this getting in the way” and removed the chain from her nipple rings.

The black guard unhitched her belt, removed her whip and flicked it in front of Brendas face. It was some two metres long, made of three thin strands of leather plaited together. She stood before Brenda, naked, strong and beautiful. She rubbed the handle of the whip against her own vagina and flicked it again, this time catching Brenda lightly across her hard, swollen left nipple. Brenda moaned loudly and panted in anticipation of something less teasing and more satisfying. The guard smiled and walked to one side and behind Brenda.

She heard the snap, the whistle through the air and felt the whip crack across the back of her shoulders. She cried out and writhed in her tight bondage. Crack! and the plaited leather lashed her again, slightly lower down her back. The guard kept up a slow steady rhythm across Brenda’s back with the whip while the other three watched her with smiles. The overweight guard leered at Brenda, licking her lips and fingering her pussy. The other two guards lounged on chairs, enjoying the show.

The lashes moved slowly down Brenda’s back and across her buttocks. They curled around each of her thighs and she felt the wind against her pussy as she bent her knees, spread her legs and pushed her hips back into the lash. The srike of the whip was hot and stinging and made her cry out. Each one raised the temperature of her eroticism and left her desperate for more.

The whip struck her across her thighs and her calves, then her buttocks again. Brenda felt the tip of the whip curl several times across her bottom to sting her on the soft, sensitive flesh around her pussy and her arsehole. She moaned with sexual pleasure and jerked against her bonds, against the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the firmness of the collar around her neck.

The steady rhythm of the whipping paused. Brenda twisted around, wanting more. The guard walked slowly around to stand in front of her nad flicked the whip toward Brenda, catching her across the left breast on the very edge of the areola. Brenda cried out in shock and surprise, then moaned as she felt that familiar stinging heat in her breast, felt her nipple hardening with sexual desire.

The steady rhythm of the lash began again, across her chest and her breasts. Brenda moaned and cried out, her breath coming in large gulps and gasps. Her nipples thrust out, rock hard in their intensity, and her pussy leaked fluids that trickled down her legs. The whip struck her across her belly and around her flanks and crept closer to her tender, aching pussy.

The whip struck her once, twice, three times across her belly, lower and lower and she thrust her hips forward. Just as she craved it across her mound, however, it caught her across her thighs several times in quick succession. Brenda hung tingling on the edge of ecstacy.

“We haven’t finished yet” sneered the black guard, and the overweight guard rushed forward, grabbed Brenda and sucked her left nipple, hard, with her lips, her teeth, her tongue. Her fingernails clawed Brenda’s back and dug into her buttocks. She kneaded and squeezed and spread her buttocks then slid her hands up to Brenda’s breasts and grabbed and squeezed them in her fists and suckled her nipple hard. Brenda shook and jerked and cried out under the intensity of the guard’s sexuality. She felt as though her nipple was as sensitive as her clitoris and that she was on the verge of an orgasm.

Just as quickly, the guard switched her attentions to Brenda’s other nipple. Her left nipple was swollen and tender, very sensitive and hard and erect. The guard pinched and pulled it while she suckled the right nipple, causing Brenda to moan and writhe under the almost-unbearable sexual tension. After sucking Brenda’s right nipple to a swollen, quivering erection, her lips, toungue and teeth traced a path around her breast, across her armpit and along her arm, stretched taut within the frame. She left a trail of teeth marks down Brenda’s flank, across her belly and pinched the puffy folds of her pussy, pulled them apart and blew on her clitoris. This made Brenda shake and cry out with such an orgasmic desperation, the guards laughed, and the overweight guard commented that they didn’t want to get too carried away. She continued to pinch and pull Brenda’s labia, though, while biting her thighs and hips.

The guard moved behind Brenda and grabbed her buttocks hard, pinching and squeezing and pulling them apart. Her lips fastened over Brenda’s anus, and she sucked hard. Brenda moaned again and jerked her hips backward, panting loudly. The guard pushed three fingers into Brenda’s pussy and massaged around the opening of her vagina. She stuck her tongue up Brenda’s arsehole, shoving her face into the crevice between her buttocks as Brenda pushed back against her, grunting and humping her hips against the mouth that was tantalising her. She cried out as the guard bit her buttocks and continued as the teeth and lips traversed her back while the fingers massaged her vagina and a thumb pumped into her arsehole.

Brenda’s skin was hot, tender and covered with love bites across the stripes left by the whip. She felt an enormous, erotic ache inside her body that craved release, yet was so perfectly fitting that she never wanted it to end. She felt the leather around her wrists, ankles and neck, stretching her body and holding her vulnerable to the women in the barn and she wanted them to take her vulnerability, to use it for their own and to take her with them, wherever they wanted to go and however they wanted to get there. She wanted to be pinched and squeezed and slapped and bitten and whipped and penetrated.

She opened her eyes. The overweight guard stood in front of her holding a long conical corskscrew. It was made of soft pink rubber, deeply grooved, twelve inches long with a small ball at the top, and two inches broad at the base.

“You’ll like this” she said and squatted down in front of Brenda. Brenda felt the small ball slide into her anus and the corkscrew begin to turn inside her. As it did, her sphicnter was also slowly stretched, and Brenda moaned and moved again to the slow penetration of her arsehole. She bent her knees and thrust her hips toward the phallus as it filled her bowels.

“That’s a tight fit” said the guard. “For now.” As she stepped away, the tall, muscular guard came forward. She held up a thick, black dildo about seven inches long with a large, smooth pointed head.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out” ordered the guard, and pushed the dildo through the hole in the front of the head cage and into Brenda’s mouth. Somehow, she managed to get a strap around the back of Brenda’s head, and buckled it to the dildo and the base of the dildo to the attachments on the cage. Brenda could not move her head inside the cage. With the dildo filling her mouth, she felt incredibly helpless – and even more horny.

“I think this can be turned a little further” said the guard and twisted the corkscrew deeper into Brenda’s arsehole. She groaned behind the dildo gag as she felt her arsehole being spread further. The guard picked up a black leather device from the table and stood in front of Brenda.

“This is our special strap on” she announced. “This is, of course, the belt. Here in front is what we call the Warden’s Special” and she held up the dildo. It was as thick as the dido gag but at least twelve inches long. “On the inside, we’ve this knobbled piece to rub against our clitoris, and these two dildos for our cunt and arsehole. So, the faster and harder we fuck you, the more fun we have. A nice piece of design, don’t you think?”

Brenda’s nipples throbbed and her pussy and arsehole felt hot at the thought of what those dildos would do for her. She watched eagerly as the two guards who had been spectators until now prepared themselves. The petite guard fitted her feet into black patent leather platform boots. She then bent over the table and spread her legs while the muscular guard zipped the boots to above her knees, and stroked her pussy. She then buckled the belt of a strap-on around the petite guard’s waist, then pulled the hanging strap between her legs and inserted the dildos into her pussy and arsehole. They were quite thick, if not as thick as the dildo meant for Brenda, and the guard took her time inserting them, fucking the petite guard for a few minutes while she moaned pleasurably, rotating her hips against them.

The muscular guard buckled up the strap-on and spanked the petite guard’s buttocks. She then began attaching her own strap-on, with the assistance of the petite guard who, when finished, knelt down and gave the dildo a blow-job while the other guard beamed. They both then approached Brenda and each took a hold of one of Brenda’s breast, squeezed them between their hands and sucked her nipples hard, harder and more intense than the overweight guard had. She moaned and cried out behind her gag, feeling on the verge of the long-awaited orgasm.

“Mmm, she lactates. Might put some in our morning coffee” said the petite guard. The two guards kissed each other passionately, then the petite one stepped behind Brenda, who trembled with the anticipation of the hard fucking she craved. The muscular guard pinched and twisted Brenda’s hard, swollen nipples, while her comrade roughly massaged Brenda’s clitoris. One dildo prodded her belly and the other rubbed between her buttocks, while she jerked her hips back and forth and tried to lift her cunt over the hard black phallus.

Hands slid away from her clitoris, back over her hips, across her buttocks, and she felt the corkscrew being removed from her arsehole. As the ball popped out, fingers slipped inside her stretched sphincter and lubed her. Then she felt the thick head of the dildo slide into her rectum and she groaned with pleasure and pushed her hips back to take it. The petite guard fucked her arse slowly with the head of the dildo, then pushed Brenda’s hips forward.

Brenda watched the muscular guard bend at the knees and felt the dildo slide down over her belly, her vulva then rub against her cunt before the guard rammed it inside her. She screamed her pleasure this time and tried to take more of the dildo in her cunt but the guards were in control. They began to fuck her in rhythm, one dildo penetrating her cunt, then withdrawing before the other fucked her arsehole.

Brenda settled into their rhythm, her hips moving back and forth as the dildoes fucked her, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. For Brenda, it was sweet ecstacy to be fucked like this, bound and helpless, her flesh alive with heat and sensuality from the ministrations of the first two guards, her body crying out for satisfaction. This was her satisfaction, one she realised she had been craving since she arrived at the prison farm.

The petite guard squeezed and kneaded Brenda’s buttocks, pulling them apart with each thrust up her arsehole. The muscular guard continued to pinch her nipples, pulling sharply on them each time she pumped the dildo into her cunt, causing another spasm of pleasure to shoot through Brenda’s suspended, bound body. The guards were enjoying their work, using the fucking to maximise their own pleasure, as they ground themselves against the knobbed rubber inside the strap-on and felt the dildos inside themselves.

Behind them, Brenda saw the overweight guard watching her intently and fingering herself, bent over a chair as the black guard spanked her repeatedly with a leather paddle – herself, never taking her eyes off Brenda. Their obvious pleasure in her ordeal made the sensual heat surging through Brenda’s body flood to every extremity, to her hands, her feet, her hard, swollen nipples and every inch of her bare, vulnerable flesh.

Th two guards fucking Brenda began to lose themselves in their own sexual passion and began fucking her with wild abandon, pounding into her cunt and her arsehole with their enormous dildoes and slapping, spanking and pinching her helpless body. Brenda bit down on the gag and roared, a deep, guttural roar of wanton ecstacy as an enormous orgasm built up within her. The pressure of her orgasm pushed her libido higher and higher, even as the dildoes lifted her body higher, the pressure built within her and within the two women shoving their dildoes deep into her body.

Brenda’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave and shot through her body with an electric surge of pure sexual energy. The two guards came in sympathy and the three women shook and screamed for several minutes as the enormous pent-up sensual pressure was released in wave after wave of ecstatic bliss.

After all their energy was drained, the guards leant against Brenda, recovering their breath. Eventually, the muscular guard stood up, pulled her dildo out of Brenda’s cunt and then sucked each of Brenda’s nipples, sucked them hard. Her nipples were already swollen and sensitive from the pinching, twisting and pulling they endured during the fuck, but this sudden contact shook her again with its passionate intensity. The petite guard then withdrew her dildo from Brenda’s arsehole more slowly. She walked around to face Brenda and held up a metal rod toward her nipples.

“An extra-special something for you” she said, and pressed a button on the electric cattle prod. The charge shocked Brenda’s nipple and she screamed, but whether from pain or pleasure she wasn’t sure. The guard shocked her again, she screamed again – it was on the borderline, but definitely pleasurable.

6 – honoured guests

It became clear to Brenda that by not just enduring but enjoying her night with the guards, she had risen within the hierarchy of the prisoners. This was proven when she was selected for a special role for the annual dinner party laid on for the Prison Board. The top dog confirmed for her what an honour it was.

Several women were chosen to provide the evening’s entertainment. Brenda was to be the drinks waitress. She prepared in the prison hospital with a bath and had her head shaved and genitals waxed. A leather collar was locked around her neck. A chastity belt, similar to what the guards had worn, but without the strapon dildo, was locked onto her. She found that when she walked the dildos moved inside her and the knob stimulated her clitoris.

She also wore a short black dress. It was cut low in front to expose her breasts and small weights were hung from her nipple rings. The dress was very short, the hem above her crotch, exposing her buttocks.

There were eight men on the board. They sat in armchairs or at tables, eating, drinking and smoking. Several of the younger women were there to provide blowjobs as the men enjoyed the show. There were a number of varied entertainments. Some women performed oral sex or fistfucked each other. Others were chained up to a frame and whipped, spanked or paddled by the black guard. The men slapped Brenda on the buttocks and pinched her breasts as she delivered drinks.

For the finale, a set of elaborate stocks were brought out. The large, hairy woman who had been imprisoned with Brenda was locked into them. Her head and wrists were locked down and her feet were also put into stocks, widely spaced. The stocks were arranged so her hips were pushed back. A horse was then led in.

Two women massaged and licked the horse’s cock until it was fully erect and the animal somewhat agitated. It was led behind the woman in the stocks and guided forward, its front legs either side of her. It lunged forward suddenly, thrusting its huge phallus inside her and thrusting wildly. She cried out in shock and surprise, though Brenda knew from experience that she could accommodate even a horse’s cock. The men cheered and clapped as the horse pumped inside her, finally ejaculating such a quantity of sperm that it leaked out and splashed on the floor even as the horse was still spurting.

Serving drinks for several hours had caused the dildo belt to stimulate Brenda to the point of orgasm. The dildos moved inside her and the rubber knobs massaged her clitoris almost continuously. The array of sexual displays inflamed the sexual heat inside her and caused her nipples to swell and harden. The men of the prison board were drunk and vulgar yet hardly any more turned on than she was.

The horse was led away but the woman remained in the stocks so the men could avail themselves of her. One stood in front of her and thrust his cock into her mouth and two more began trying to see what they could stuff inside her open pussy. They soon turned to Brenda to assist them.

At first they thought to try and fuck her with Brenda’s shaven head. The grabbed her and forced her toward the woman’s gaping, dripping pussy. They tried to force her head but even the wide wet pussy could not accommodate a head. Brenda then slid one, then both her fists inside the woman’s cunt and the men laughed and cheered her on. They surrounded her, one of them told her to fistfuck the woman’s arsehole and Brenda, very fucking horny, did so, pumping deep and hard into the woman and rocking back and forth herself to feel the dildos fucking inside of herself.

The most important of the men stood in front of Brenda, one leg either side of her arms. He undid his trousers and held his cock out toward her mouth. Brenda hadn’t seen a man’s cock in months – it was large and erect and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Behind her other men were tearing at her dress and she heard them complaining when they discovered the locked dildo harness. She then felt a hard Thwack! across her buttocks and realised they were whipping her with their belts. The man in front of her held her head tightly and thrust his cock into her throat.

“Come on boys” her yelled. They grabbed her and dragged her across to one of the round tables. She was thrown on it naked, on her back, her arms and legs were spreadeagled and held tightly. The same man grabbed her head, now hanging upside down over the edge of the table and pushed his cock back in and fucked her throat. Two other men whipped her legs and her crotch and her breasts with their belts.

After the first man spurted his come all over her face, another one took over. Brenda was greedy for their cocks and wished desperately that she could feel them fucking her cunt and her arse hard and fast. Still, a cock in her mouth was better than none at all and she licked and sucked and kissed his cock feverishly as much as she could before he thrust it inside her throat and began to pump away. She pumped her hips up and down to feel the the dildos and the clitoral exciter and an orgasm burst through her as the cock in her throat pumped sperm inside her.

The board of governors continued to fuck her mouth and whip her with their belts across her breasts and legs and back and buttocks until they were drained. For their finale they released the hairy woman and had her sit on Brenda’s face. The huge, hairy cunt was still dripping all sorts of fluids, but Brenda seized on it hungrily and sucked and licked and teased her until she came with a scream, to the applause of the board.