After she left the office and Vera sauntered off, Ruthy sat at her desk with a moony expression on her face. Visions of the Warden's milky hued, firmly rounded flesh jiggling gently as she perched up on her desk masturbating filled her young head. Perhaps Ruthy didn't exactly have a schoolgirl crush on her boss, but she sure had the hots for her incredibly voluptuous body. "Wonder if Edie'd like to share my cell some night?" Ruth giggled to herself.

That afternoon, Ruthy came into the Warden's office, unsummoned, carrying her steno pad and pencil. Edith, had been dreading this moment. She couldn't bear to look Ruthy in the face after the girl witnessed that horrible scene this morning. She busied herself with some papers on her desk, pretending not to notice Ruthy's presence.

As Ruthy walked behind Edtih to get to her steno chair, she dropped her steno pad and pencil and with one fluid jerk pulled her dress over her head and off.

"All ready, Boss!"  Ruthy said, with a suggestive little giggle, and waited for Edith to wheel her chair around.

Edith shuddered in resignation, and gripped the arms of her chair. Any movements in a sitting position were extremely uncomfortable for the Warden these days and it took her a moment to twist the chair around.

Edtih only had time to gasp in astonishment at Ruthy's nudity, before the girl hopped up on her lap, throwing one arm around her neck and sliding her other hand inside Edith's blouse.

"Hey! This is just like a boss and secretary on teevee huh?" Ruthy giggled. "Only o'course that's never girly-girly!"

For a moment, Edith forgot everything that had happened in the past weeks. How dare this contemptible little brat of a convict take liberties with the Warden of Summerville? Edith was so incensed by the brazen teenagers effrontery, that she jumped to her feet furiously, sending her chair skidding backward, and spilling Ruthy on her behind.

Ruthy was not known as a fighter. Following in Vera's wake there was seldom any need to fight. She had planned to use other skills to seduce the desirable Edith! When crossed though, the teenager could be a fierce little tigress. She considered herself crossed now, and struck instinctively.

Providentially for Ruthy, and disastrously for Edtih, the target nearest Ruthy's foot was the Warden's crotch, unprotected by so much as a pair of thin silk panties.

As Edith, agonized by the pain in her pussy, crouched helplessly, Ruthy jumped up, and leapt at her like a cat springing on her prey. Her momentum knocked Edith over sideways, and she struck her head on the edge of her desk.

Ruthy grabbed the dazed Warden by the hair, and sent her head crashing into the metal desk a second time.

Ruthy dragged Edith, her head reeling from the two hard cracks to the head, to her feet by the hair, and pushed her against the desk. She intended to shove Edith up on top of it.

"Love seein' the big bitch up there!" Ruthy thought excitedly.

Dreadfully dizzy, with her head twisted at a painful angle, Edith couldn't do more than dig her heels in and resist being thrust up onto that hateful desktop.

Ruthy dealt with Edith's feeble resistance, mercilessly. Still gripping Edith's hair with one hand, she thrust her hand between the Warden's thighs, and grabbed her naked pussy in a claw. Her genitalia still throbbing from the pain of that dreadful kick, Edith straightened up with a scream.

Ruthy used her double grip to shove Edith up on her desk. Something about the beautiful Warden up there really turned Ruthy on.

The grip on Edith's genitals was terrible enough, but then Ruthy pushed her thumb into her rectum, still especially tender after Tosha's vibrator was lodged there for some time, the night before.  Screaming in shock, Edith thought she'd die.

The sneaky little teenager 'got the boot in first' as the Brits say, and after the horrors of the morning, and proceeding evening, Edith was in no condition to put up much of a fight, even against a slightly built girl she normally could have tossed across the room with one hand.

Once she had her helplessly pinned to the desk by her unspeakable grip on her private parts, Ruth abused the shrieking Warden until, Edith sobbingly promised to cooperate.

As Edith lay paralyzed with pain and fear on her desk, Ruth pulled her skirt off. Edith squealed in alarm.

Ruthy sniggered, "You sure don't have much luck keeping yer clothes on these days, do ya, Warden?"

Most of the convicts in Ruthy's enviable position would have forced the luckless Warden to service them, but Ruthy got a special charge out of eating another woman. It gave her a sense of real power to make another woman cum, with her skillful tongue. She especially enjoyed it if the woman was on the mature side, so long as she was still attractive.

It must be said, Ruthy was very skilled at this, task, even if she was a lousy secretary. She almost drove poor Edith wild.

By the time Ruthy finished eating Edith's pussy, the Warden was a pitiful, quivering sobbing wreck. Ruthy wasn't quite satisfied, just yet. She watched the sniffling, near helpless Warden climb down from the desk. Edith was more than dazed; she seemed to be in a drugged trance.

"Guess no one's ever eaten her out like that before" Rutty thought smugly. She watched the Warden's painful progress, her gaze falling upon Edith's behind still striped by Vera's strap. She'd promised Edith this would be all, if she cooperated, but SHIT! Who could resist that big, solidly rounded behind? Ruthy just had to smack that butt around a little while she had the chance!

Ruthy grabbed Edith's hair again. Between screams and sobs, Edith, wailed pathetically in protest. With a painful twist, Ruthy forced the walling Warden to kneel up on a chair. It was Ruthy's own straight little steno chair that she perched on resentfully to take dictation. That was all the better!
 

Kneeling on the chair, Edtih no longer had the spirit left to physically resist the tiny teenager. All she could do wa plead sobbingly, and uselessly. Ruthy wasn't about to deny herself this pleasure.

Ruthy only had her hand to work with, but Edith's behind was so sore and inflamed from Vera's punishments, that the girl's hard, flat little palm felt like a wooden paddle smacking her flaming posterior

Even after Ruthy stopped smacking her behind, Edith couldn't move. She hung across the chair back, still sobbing miserably, a broken woman.

As Ruthy put on her dress, Edith, unable to move from the chair, but nearly hysterical, sobbed.

"Y-you'll pay for that, you little B-bitch!"

Ruthy laughed sarcastically. "Yeah! Whacha gonna do t'me, Edie? File a sexual harassment complaint? Shit! The Hearing Board'd love hearing how yer hundred an' ten pound, teenage secretary beat the crap out o'you and then raped ya! Yeah, and then and how big Bad Ruthy spanked her poor boss, forty year old, hundred and seventy pound, body builder and Warden o' Summerville! Poor Edie! Don't make me laugh, ya silly cow!"

"Oh by the way Hon, ya better pull yerself together! Don't forget ya got that staff meeting comin' up in about an hour!"  The smirking young secretary told her mature boss, as she left the office with an impudent toss of her hair.

When Ruthy left, it was fifteen minutes before the sobbing Edith could drag herself to her feet and gratefully slump down in her own chair.  She squealed and jumped up again, having forgotten her latest painful humiliation for a moment.

Edith knew this was the end! No matter how improbable it sounded, one small teenage girl had just beaten her up and raped her. She had worked her whole adult life to get to where she was! But no career was worth this pain and humiliation and degradation. She couldn't take anymore! Edith picked up a paper and pen, and standing at the desk, her tears falling on the paper, she wrote out a letter of resignation.

Edith left the letter on the desk, and  tried to pull what was left of her humiliating clothing together, as best she could, then furtively slipped out of her office. Thankfully Ruthy had gone on break.  Stopping at her quarters, (How she hated them now!  Everything in here reminded her of that dreadful day!) Edith packed her belongings, threw them into her car, and a few minutes later drove out the gate of Summerville, for the last time.

The following summer, a guard returning from vacation, reported she'd seen a woman who looked just like Warden Peterson working at the checkout counter of a KMart in a distant city.

Appointed Acting Warden, Inez Rivera acted swiftly to reestablish official authority at Summerville. Her first act was to send Ruthy packing, back to her old job on the corridor cleaning crew, and bring Selma back from the laundry. That was the pleasant part.

Warden Rivera's next act was more unpleasant, something she thought she'd never do or countenance. She searched through the warden's desk until she found an old key that hadn't been used in years. She hated doing this, but it had to be done; this was an emergency! Inez gathered three of the biggest toughest guards armed with truncheons, and without warning they swooped down on Vera, and dragged her to the subbasement of the oldest Prison building.

Before Inez could stop them, the guards, their anger simmering for too long, beat Vera savagely, before throwing her into the tiny airless room, that in the bad old days was known as 'the hole'.

A month later, a sadly diminished Vera emerged from the awful confinement. She'd never be the same woman again, or occupy the same position in the prison.  In her absence the inmate pecking order had changed drastically. Despite losing her cushy secretarial job, Ruthy had a catlike ability to land on her feet. While Vera was out of the way, Ruthy formed an alliance with Tosha and Milly, and now the new triumvirate called the tune among the cons.

Vera served out the remainder of her sentence as 'Miss Ruthy's Bitch'!  In the next year and a half, Ruthy put Vera's lessons on the proper use of the strap to good use.