After she hopped down from Edith's thrashing body, Vera toed the frightened Warden over on her back, and straddled her menacingly. She knew it was bad business to kill a prison official, but Vera had something else in mind to that she believed would be even more fun.

Nothing like a body scissors to teach a beaten foe who was boss! Even before, Vera fully locked her legs around Edith's battered middle, the pain in her injured back and belly became unbearable, and the Warden shrieked in agony.

Once Vera had her legs locked tightly, she began to squeeze for real. Edith screamed at the awful pain, but worse was to come. Vera slowly counted to three, and then with a loud grunt convulsively tightened her legs around the Warden's rib cage. There was a loud snap as though one of more ribs cracked.

Vera relaxed a second to let the pain sink in, before she began to squeeze again. When she did, she threatened worse than cracked ribs.  Edith broke down, completely. The tables were turned! The stern "prison mother" had become a terrified child. Babbling hardly coherently, Edith begged Vera to stop.

At Vera's insistence, between her sobs, Edith whimpered the admission, that only an hour before, she was convinced no self-respecting woman could ever utter.

Vera demonstrated her newly won dominance by smacking Edith across the face with her breast. Vera's breasts were nowhere near as large as Edith's, but they were quite hefty in their own right and the impact snapped the Warden's head painfully to the side.

Vera snacked the Warden across the face a second time with her other boob, before letting her drop drop back to the floor.

When Edith flopped backward, Vera lay down atop the warden's body, cruelly displaying her newly won dominance. Still in terrible agony from Vera's brutal beating, the terrorized Warden offered no resistance, though she trembled in panic of what was to come.

Vera tormented the unfortunate, sobbing Warden by lying atop her for some moments, before she finally rose and pulled Edith to her feet. The battered blonde weightlifter could hardly move. Every part of her body hurt, and hurt bad! Vera had a new humiliation to inflict, inspecting her 'new bitch's" nude body.

Oh! It was so degrading and humiliating to be prodded and poked and shoved around like this, and by one of the convicts of all people!  But challenging the terrible Vera again was the furthest thing form Edith's mind.  The convict had completely stripped Warden Peterson of all her stern haughty authority, leaving Edith feeling very much, Vera's humbled slave. In the idiom of the inmates, Edith had become "Vera's bitch" and Vera's new "bitch" submissively did what "Miss Vera" told her.  Vera's intimate touchings were especially upsetting.

Carefully inspecting the Warden's body as though she was considering buying a head of cattle, Vera was impressed.

"Shit under those frumpy suits she always wears, the big bitch has some body. Little beefy maybe, but the beef's all stacked in the right places! And ya gotta love them tits!" She mused.

Fondling and palming Edith's enormous breasts, Vera discovered the Warden's nipples were stiff and erect. "Hmmff! Wonder if it's because she's scared witless 'r if she likes me playin' with her fat white body? Ha! Maybe both!"

The vile convict knew the most effective way to find the answer to her unspoken question.

"Yep! There's one easy way to find out!"  Vera decided, and she grabbed Warden Peterson between the legs with a claw like grip. Edith screamed in shock at the horrible invasive assault.

Things like this just didn't happen to a Queenly Prison Warden! Edith Peterson never imagined she could be  be so badly beaten up and completely dominated by another woman, never by one of the inmates. .  . Now this! . . .It was appalling, terrifying, humiliating!  Even worse, and how could the Warden ever live with that knowledge, somehow it was was horrifyingly EROTIC!

When Edith mortifyingly submitted to Vera, moments before, she felt the first terrible embarrassing twinge of arousal. She'd done her best to hide the truth from herself. "It's just that I'm so scared and hurt!" She told herself.

Now, Vera's fingers wriggling right inside her pussy was the most hateful and disgusting thing she could imagine, but in spite of the horror, ("Oh God! Not Because of it?") Edith was experiencing the most powerful sexual excitement of her life.  She couldn't deny the truth any longer; she was incredibly aroused by getting beat up and finding herself  the convict's virtual slave.

"Miss Vera" had truly made herself Edith's master.

The experienced Vera felt the hot dripping excitement in Edith's pussy, and crudely demanded Edith admit the truth to her.

At first Edith loudly denied the mortifying truth, but she found herself too cowed to resist 'Miss Vera's' authoritative demand for an answer. In a small, timid voice, Edith stammered the hateful, mortifying truth.