Women's Prison: the warden's surprise

The warden’s surprise

After the dinner party, Brenda was rewarded with a night in the hospital, to allow her to bathe and rest. The petite guard removed her dildo harness and, smiling knowingly, licked Brenda’s pussy before giving her a slow and extremely pleasurable fistfucking.

“I knew you’d enjoy that” she laughed afterwards. “Now, roll over.” Brenda did so and the guard slipped her fingers inside her arsehole. Brenda closed her eyes and relaxed as the fingers massaged her rectum. Then she felt something else, something cool and rubbery.

“It’s nothing new, not to you” said the guard, slowly inserting a rubber corkscrew into Brenda’s body. “You’ll appreciate it later. So no cheating and trying to remove it.”

Brenda spent the whole next day in the hospital. She lay in bed, stretched out in an armchair, ate fresh fruit and fancy cheeses, drank champagne and smoked a few joints. She fantasised about the cocks she had sucked and what else they could do to her. She stroked her clitoris and fingered her pussy, she had one of the younger prisoners lick her pussy in the bathroom before bending the girl over the toilet and fistfucking her. She dozed off in a chair dreaming about cocks and was awoken in the evening by the black guard and the tall guard.

“Come on, special orders for you, Pictures.” They made her bend over with her legs spread and ensured the corkscrew was in as deep as possible. Then they looped a rope tightly around her waist, drew it between her legs and up between her buttocks and tied it tight. Brenda could feel it pulled tight against her clitoris and deep in between her labia. They locked a collar around her neck, cuffs on her wrists and ankles and hung small weights from her nipple rings. Rope was wound about her chest, two lengths above her breasts, two below, that squeezed her breasts and made them stand out. A ballgag was strapped around her head and her hands were pulled behind her, her wrists padlocked toghether and then her elbows pulled together and tied with rope. Finally, they put high heeled stilettoes on her feet.

“Looking good, Pictures!” They marched her from the hospital to a building beyond the administration block and into a windowless room, bare, save for a metal pole attached to the ceiling. They stood her against it and padlocked the end of the pole to the back of her collar. Then the pole was adjusted, upwards until it pulled the collar against her throat and her feet felt wobbly in the stillettoes. Her ankles cuffs were padlocked together. A black hood was pulled down over her head and secured around her throat. Then they turned off the light and departed, leaving Brenda teetering in pitch blackness.

She had no idea how long she waited, but it seemed like a very, very long time. Eventually she heard the door open. She heard soft footsteps and felt the warm presence of someone in the room, standing close to her. She felt the sweat trickling down her back and her chest, she felt that nervous excitement in her anus. Her skin was still hot and tender from the previous night’s whipping, her pussy was throbbing with sexual excitement, she was rubbing herself against the rope running tight between her labia and buttocks.

Brenda felt the tip of a leather crop stroking her swollen vulva. It ran slowly down the inside of each of her thighs, caressed her vulva again, then trickled up her belly to her swollen breasts. The crop gently stroked her breasts and nipples, back and forth, flicked the weights hanging from her nipple rings, then slid up her chest and under the hood.

She breathed fast and shallow. She felt excited, nervous, horny as all fucking hell. Her anus puckered up tight and horny around the fat rubber corkscrew deep inside her arsehole. The leather crop slid up her neck, over the collar, tickled her ear, then slid around her jaw to her chin. It pushed up across the gag and stroked her nose and forehead before sliding back down her face, down across her breasts – then away. Brenda caught her breath.

Slap, slap! The crop caught her nipples, one, then the other. A hand pulled her hood tight around her neck, then whipped it off. The warden stood before her, smiling wickedly, naked but for a loincloth. She stood on strong legs, her muscular arms by her sides, her large breasts crowned with nipples big and hard. She was obviously very excited.

“Hello Pictures. I’ve been looking forward to this for quite a while. I’ve heard some stories about you – good stories, I must say. Yes, the guards and the prisoners keep me up to date with all the details – and the video of your night with the guards is really something! We’ll make a bit of money out of that one! Indeed! But tonight is my time and I have a surprise in store for you. Steady on those stilletoe heels?”

The warden adjusted the pole upward until Brenda was teetering on her stilletoes. She removed the weights from the nipple rings, then took a step back, raised her arm and began swatting Brenda’s nipples with the leather crop. Her breasts were swollen from the pressure of the ropes , her nipples were already hard and horny with excitement and the weights swinging from them,yet the swats of the crop made them stand up even harder. And as the warden whipped them ever harder, she felt ever more horny.

She swang from side to side, her feet slipped on the floor and she slipped over on her heels. The collar pulled tight against her throat until she found her footing again, but not before her nipples spurted. She felt her pussy juice leaking past the rope between her crotch and trickling down her thighs.

“You really are enjoying this, aren’t you Pictures?” laughed the warden. She flicked the crop against Brenda’s vulva a few times and laughed again. “You are one horny little slut. So am I, and as much as I would like to toy with you as you are, I want to have you in my own special way.” She stepped forward and put her hands behind Brenda’s neck and unlocked the padlock. Brenda collapsed into the warden’s strong arms and was half carried, half dragged out of the room, into an adjoining bedroom.

The warden was a surprisingly strong woman. She threw Brenda onto the bed, a wide long bed with iron-wrought head and foot stands. She unlocked the padlock that Brenda’s wrists behind her back and relocked it in front, then looped a chain through her wrists and secured it to the centre upright on the bedhead. Brenda lay on her back, her arms above her head and looked at the warden. She gazed down at her with an expression of brutally pure lust.

Brenda was extremely conscious of the fat rubber dildo corkscrewed into her arsehole. She lay back and squirmed unconsciously in anticipation of some kind of unimaginable sexual debauchery. The warden leered and laughed, and unlocked her ankle cuffs. She grabbed a metal spreader bar with loops at each end and locked Brenda’s ankle cuffs on them, spreading her legs wide.

“Now the real fun starts.” The warden held up a long wicked knife. She ran the sharp edge of the blade up the inside of Brenda’s thigh and tickled her hot, swollen pussy lips. Brenda broke out in a hot sweat, scared but excited – somehow, she felt safe. The knife slipped under the rope just above her pussy and, with one swift stroke, cut it. The warden whipped the rope out from around Brenda’s waist and crotch.

“Had you there, didn’t I? You shouldn’t worry – you’re too valuable to hurt. Badly. Mmm, you do have a gorgeous little pussy. I haven’t really seen it since I explored your body cavities.” The warden picked up the crop and flicked it over Brenda’s pussy a few times. Brenda’s hips heaved in response and she moaned with deep, sexual pleasure behind her gag. She could feel her pussy gaping wide open and her juices streaming down her thighs, a scorching horny heat was throbbing through her body and she wanted something, anything to take the edge off her near-unbearable sexual desperation. The warden could see it.

“Ah, look at you. You make me so horny,” and she dived face first into Brenda’s pussy and sucked and slurped and bit and pulled and shoved her fingers into Brenda’s cunt, then sat up, her face dripping.

“Now for my surprise,” she said, undoing her loincloth. “Wonder why they call those dildoes the Warden’s Special?” and she pulled it off and revealled an especially thick long cock. It had a fat, round head and two enormous balls swung in a long scrotum. It seemed the size of the dildoes she’d been fucked with, but hot, alive and trobbing

“A freak like me coulda lived a miserable life” she said, stroking her cock into an erection. “Lucky I found a calling in life. I can love you like a woman. I can fuck you like a man.” She lifted the spreader bar, up and back so Brendas pussy was wide open and exposed. She shoved her huge cock deep into Brenda, who screamed out in ecstacy behind her gag. The warden smiled and began to pump her with strong, solid thrusts. Brenda had a searing orgasm almost immediately. Every orgasm of her prison time only added up to foreplay for the moment when her desperate desire for a hard fuck was finally satisfied.

The warden reached up, grabbed a chain and clipped it onto the spreader bar. With both hands free, she reached forward, pinched Brenda’s nipples in her strong fingers and pulled them up hard. She pumped her cock in even harder.

“Come on, Pictures. Let’s see what you’re made of” and she slammed her huge cock into Brenda’s hot pussy. Brenda threw her head back and let loose with a deep guttural roar, a howl of primal sexuality. Her nipples squirted and she let the warden pound her enormous cock into her cunt, she craved it, she wanted it more and more.

She thrust her hips up toward the warden, pushed her hips against the repeated hard thrusts, felt the hot, throbbing cock massaging her G-spot and screamed out another howling orgasm. Time and sensibility dissolved, she only wanted to give herself, her body, her will, her spirit, over to the warden.

The warden released Brenda’s nipples and grabbed her ankles, the better to brace herself, and the intensity and power of her thrusts increased. Brenda moaned, screamed, roared, she braced her cuffed hands against the bedhead so she could push hard into the thrusts. The warden shoved her cock deep, deep into Brenda’s cunt and held it in there. Brenda pushed her hips against it, squirming and moaning, pleading wordlessly. She felt her entire body impaled on the huge cock, and she almost cried with disappointment when the warden slowly withdrew it.

“Oh, please, please,” she murmured.

“No need to plead, Pictures, I haven’t finished with you yet” and the warden unclipped the chain from the spreader bar and flipped Brenda over onto her stomach. Instantly, Brenda raised herself on her knees. “Please spank me,” she breathed, and the warden responded with several hard whacks across her buttocks, her legs and her gaping, dripping cunt. Brenda felt the heat inflame her crotch and tensed with nervous, keen anticipation when she felt the buttplug being withdrawn.

“Your arse is even cuter than your cunt” said the warden, thrusting two fingers inside and stretching and massaging her sphincter. She grabbed Brenda’s head with her other hand and twisted it around.

“Now, look at this” she ordered and showed Brenda a leather strap around her scrotum. The warden’s enormous balls were squeezed out below it and the leather strap was as thick as a hard cock. The warden rubbed her balls against the wet cunt

“Mmm, feels good, doesn’t it, you little slut.” She pushed her balls into Brenda’s cunt and started fucking her with them. The enormous testicles massaged Brenda’s cunt, making her cry out again even as she felt the hardness of the head of the cock pressing against her stretched sphincter.

“Fuck me, please fuck me hard!” she said, and the warden slid her cock into Brenda’s arsehole in one long, smooth motion. Brenda threw her head back and screamed and groaned as she felt the flaming heat fill her body. She squirmed and wriggled, she was flooded with deep, primal feelings of lust and submission and desire, and still the warden pushed deeper and deeper into her arsehole, while her balls continued to massage deep inside Brenda’s cunt.

Brenda shrieked out another orgasm that exploded out of her arse and her cunt, and the warden began thumping into her body again, harder and stronger than ever. Again Brenda screamed, pushed beyond all rationality, into a world of pain and pleasure and fevered lust. The warden’s fingers dug into her buttocks, squeezing and stretching them, she pounded Brenda’s arsehole with an uncontrollable fever of brutal desire.

Brenda felt the warden’s cock growing larger and harder inside her rectum as it repeatedly slammed into her, wanted it deeper and harder, wanted more of the slapping and pinching the warden delivered to her, slapping her arse and back and squeezing and pinching her nipples. The warden slid her hands around Brenda’s neck, laced her fingers together and squeezed.

Brenda’s vision blurred and dissolved, she felt like nothing more than an arse and a cunt that existed only to serve. As the warden’s cock swelled and spurted deep into her body, she came again, an orgasm that felt like the end of the world. The warden continued ramming into her until she was drained, then she dropped her large sweaty body onto her prisoner.

“Now, that was mutually enjoyable, wasn’t it Pictures?” Brenda couldn’t reply, but felt warm and wanted and needed, nestled beneath the warden. When she removed the cuffs and lay down to sleep, she pulled Brenda toward her and smiled knowingly as she felt her melt into her, meek and submissive and under her control.

The next morning, Brenda was awakened by the warden squeezing, pinching her nipple, she wanted to turn and kiss her, taste her. The warden held her tight, then lay her over on her stomach and lifted her hips. Her hand dug into Brenda’s cunt, stretching and probing, she eased her unstrapped balls in, then her cock. She held it in while it grew to its full erection, then started fucking, savage and hard.

Brenda cried out, lost between pain and pleasure, feeling the balls massaging her G-spot, the cock pounding her tender, sore cunt. The warden pulled her upright, grabbed her nipples and pinched them violently, bit into her neck and shoulders and finally came with a brutal thrust that left Brenda in tears.

“Nothing like a sharp little quickie in the morning, is there?” laughed the warden. She pushed Brenda off the bed, to sprawl on the floor. “Time for you to get back to work.”

“Please” whimpered Brenda, “I don’t want to disappoint you.” The warden paused and smiled.

“Kneel up then. Hands behind your back.” Brenda did so and looked up at the warden standing before her. The warden held out her huge cock and a thick stream of urine spurted out onto Brenda’s face, splashing over her chest and streaming down her body. Brenda knew what was required – she opened her mouth and let the hot, salty liquid pour down her throat, gagging on the taste, but glad to be of service to the woman to whom she granted control of her life, her body, her spirit and her will.


This is the final complete chapter of WPF. Thanx to those who conveyed their appreciation of this tale.