Prison Dominatrix
By Montrose
A powerful inmate brings a God-fearing, pervert warden to his knees

Warden Jack Adams inspected new inmates being delivered to his prison - transfers from 
the country to his state facility. It was the usual assortment of hardened old dames and 
punk chicks - some real lookers, some skanks. Miss Hopper stood at his elbow checking 
off names as she read the numbers on the women's chests. Miss Hopper was his personal 
assistant, and, as Warden Adams saw it, a damn good provider of crucial cock sucking. 

Warden Jack Adams was a mix of religious morals and animal passions. 

He watched one new prisoner walk past (jet black hair dangling in her green eyes, 
powder blue county inmate blouse straining to contain her rack) and thanked God once 
more that he had Miss Hopper around to ease his mind amidst so much temptation. 

He unconsciously pawed his groin, wondering if they had an orange state pen jumper that 
would zip up over that girl's jugs. Tonight, he imagined, she would be beaten into being 
some big old lifer's bitch. His crank leaped in his pants at the thought of that well padded 
bit of talent on her knees, munching carpet in a cage. Serves her right for being so damn 
evil.

Warden Adams loved his job.

The last new inmate stepped off the wagon and onto prison grounds. Warden Adams 
whistled softly. Miss Hopper looked up at him, then out at the prisoner. "Yes, she is a 
handsome specimen, sir," she whispered. "Best of the bunch." It was nice that his 
assistant shared his appreciation of the female form.

The new girl stopped and looked around as the metal door slid shut behind her. She was 
broad shouldered and tall. The sleeves of her county inmate blouse had been ripped away, 
exposing buff arms. Nobody's bitch, this one. Jack could tell by the look of defiance in 
her eyes that she was going to be trouble. Her spiky blonde hair gave her a sassy look. 

He liked sassy. They put up a fight before being broken. The warden felt it was God's 
calling for him to break these women. To civilize them and make them kneel down 
before God and be servants of men.

"All present and accounted for, sir." Miss Hopper said in her business-like tone. She 
pushed her owlish glasses up on her button nose and awaited his command.

"Fine." He looked the last prisoner up and down once more. "What is that big one's 
name, Miss Hopper?"

"April Mason, sir. 22. Third time offender. Aggravated battery, disturbing the peace, 
destruction of property, four counts of assaulting an officer..."

"Four counts?"

"According to the file, it took four officers to bring her in, sir."

Warden Adams chuckled. "Well, she certainly is fit. Make sure she gets placed in Big 
Bertha's wing. I don't want her having a size advantage over her guards."

"Yes sir."

He adjusted her groin. "Now, follow me to my office."

"Yes sir!"

Twenty three minutes later, Warden Jack Adams was slapping his heavy pecker on Miss 
Hopper's cum splattered face. It made a wet splat sound with every slap. His cock was as 
big around as her wrist and over a foot long when hard. To a small girl like Miss Hopper, 
it looked like a cannon. She fondled his dangling sack with expert fingers, one nut in each 
small palm. He quivered, stiffened and sprayed the last of his load into her left eye. She 
knew just how to milk him for every drop. 

"Yes... Umph! Yessss... That will do for now." He turned away. "You may go."

Miss Hopper remained on her knees as she buttoned up her blouse. Tit fucking was an 
integral part of their professional relationship. She used her long fingers to collect his jiz 
from her face and move it to her mouth. The warden ignored her.

He stuffed his tool away and zipped up, strolling over to the window. He didn't see the 
new girl - April Mason - milling with the others out in the yard. But then, she would be 
getting her introductory, louse removing shower. He chuckled to himself, thinking about 
how she would be naked and spread eagle while Big Bertha sprayed her down with a fire 
hose for the required fifteen minutes. Once again, he wished he could have a surveillance 
camera in the shower.

The thought aroused him. He almost asked Miss Hopper to unbutton her blouse again, but 
shrugged it off. He could afford to give her a while to digest his last load.

Suddenly, his office door burst open. A big woman, sopping wet, flew into the room and 
landed face down next to Miss Hooper. Miss Hopper jumped up and backed away, 
putting on her glasses. The wet woman on the floor was wearing a guard's uniform. By 
her thick back and wide ass, Warden Adams knew her to be none other than Big Bertha.

The new girl, April Mason, stepped in. She now wore an orange state pen jumper, zipped 
half way up over her expansive cleavage - they could find her a bigger jumper, but she 
had already torn the sleeves off of this one.  She was moderately damp. "Tell that muff-
lapping whore that I'll take a shower when and where I please. And if I want anyone to 
watch, I'll charge admission." She crossed her arms under her ample chest and leaned up 
against the door jam. Three other female guards ran up behind her, then backed off when 
they got close. They avoided touching her, obviously afraid. April Mason ignored them 
with palpable contempt.

"Bertha?" Warden Adams looked down at his biggest guard - the woman that was the 
prison boxing champion for three years running, all on early first round KOs. Bertha 
didn't move.

"I gave her a taste of her own medicine with that fire hose," April went on. "When she 
got all pissy about it, I had to discipline her. She put up a good fight for about two 
minutes, but I'm afraid all her fat finally caught up with her." April walked up and kicked 
Bertha hard in her big butt. "Get up, cunt-munch!"

Bertha finally moved, struggling to her knees. Her face was a wreck of bruises and cuts. 
April stepped in front of her and pulled her jumper down to her knees. She wore nothing 
under. Jack admired the firm, full hooters now pointed at him. Cute little muff, too. Six 
pack, toned pecks... she stood like some kind of Greek perfection carved in pure white 
marble.

"Okay, Bigfoot, time to smooch my bunghole. Do a good job, or I might decide to get all 
up in your face again." To the shock of Warden Adams, his biggest, most powerful 
guard, a woman who stood six feet four and weighed in at over 270 pounds, obeyed. She 
slid her swollen lips up the middle of the new girl's ass crack, giving her tongue all the 
way. April wiggled her plump buns in Bertha's face, sliding it in deeper. She let out a 
long, wet, prison food fart. With one hand, April mashed Bertha's face all the way in. 
"That's right, lumpy, gag on my gas. That's all the air you're getting." Bertha struggled, 
but was too out of it to pull her face out of April's ass. April held her with one hand and 
laughed as the big woman's struggles grew weaker and weaker. 

Jack watched as muscle bulged from April's back and arms with the effort of holding his 
guard's face up her ass, suffocating her. At the same time, April's face looked perfectly 
relaxed, amused even. She wasn't working as hard as she could.

"I hope you got someone on staff tougher than this fat pig, Warden," April smiled over at 
the Warden as Bertha's arms dropped to her sides. "If not, I'm gonna own this place." 

April walked over to Miss Hopper, leaving Bertha to collapse again to the floor, now out 
cold. "Hello sweet meat. Are you the one that assigns cells?" She pulled her jumper back 
up, but didn't zip it. She towered over the mousy assistant. Her big tits stuck out in Miss 
Hopper's startled face. 
	
Miss Hopper looked at the Warden, fear in her eyes. Jack didn't know what to do. The 
guards at the door hung back, even though some of them now held guns and tasers. He 
knew that if this girl could take Big Bertha apart, that he could do nothing with her. She 
might kill them both before the guards could stop her. He nodded to Miss Hopper to 
respond.

"I am," she said, softly.

April put a hand on Miss Hopper's left tit and fondled it. "Nice rack, sweet meat. Almost 
as good as mine. You and me are gonna get along real nice." Then she bent and kissed 
Miss Hopper's trembling lips. Then her cheek. Then her lips again, harder. At first, Miss 
Hopper struggled weakly. Then she began running her fingers through April's short hair 
and up and down her strong back. Around her nipples. She bit April on the neck and 
moaned. She wrapped a leg around the girl's sturdy back, lifted in her embrace. April's 
strong hands kneaded Miss Hopper's round, little buns.

"Oh JESUS!" moaned Miss Hopper.

April chuckled and pulled away. The ecstasy on Miss Hopper's face was unmistakable. 
Her bosom heaved with passion. April placed her gently back on the floor.

"Passionate little spitfire, aint you. Gimmy a single with a view, sweet meat. And move a 
private fridge and TV into it."

"Uh-huh." Miss Hopper panted breathlessly. She sucked April's pert nipple, not ready to 
stop.

"But..." Warden Adams broke in.

April pulled out of Miss Hopper's embrace and took one step toward the warden, smiling 
a challenge at him. "Did I tell you to speak?" Her big fists clenched. The warden froze, 
hypnotized by fear, and those bouncing hooters. One nipple dripped with Miss Hopper's 
saliva.

"I'll see to it right away, Miss Mason," Miss Hopper broke in, after an uncomfortable 
silence. "I'll do anything you say," she added, significantly.

"Thank you, sweet meat. You come and see me in my new digs anytime. We'll have 
fun." With that, April Mason willingly left the warden's office. The guards followed, 
dragging Bertha as they went.

Jack waited until the last guard closed his office door. He and Miss Hopper exchanged 
embarrassed looks while Miss Hopper fixed her hair. 

"Interesting girl," he said.

"Very."

"What?"

"I mean, yes, sir."

He sat at his desk. She took up a professional stance before him. "Anything else, sir?" she 
asked, back straight, eyes front. Chest out. Nipples protruding, giving away her lustful 
feelings.

"Do as she said, Miss Hopper, but once she is locked in her cell, I want her to stay that 
way. No exceptions. Have her meals sent up by another inmate. I don't want anyone with 
keys or weapons getting anywhere near her. Cut the power in her cell so that her fridge 
and TV do her no good. Give her a cell with a camera just outside, so she can't reach it, 
but I can monitor her every move."

"What about exercise and showers?"

"I don't want her let out for any reason without a direct order from me. Is that 
understood?"

"Conjugal visits?" 

Warden Adams looked up at Miss Hopper. He didn't like the hope he saw in her eyes. 
"No. I don't want you anywhere near her." he said, flatly.

"Yes sir." Miss Hopper looked at the floor and blushed.

"I believe you've become aroused by evil, Miss Hopper. The devil is at work within 
you." Warden Adams got up and walked around his desk, unzipping his pants. "Put your 
hands on my desk, Miss Hopper. Assume the position." She watched him pull out his big 
snake, already growing stiff.

"Yes, sir." She complied, bending over, straight-legged.

He kicked her feet further apart and lifted her skirt up to her waist. He fingered her groin 
until she moaned. "Seems to me you need to get laid or you'll not be able to concentrate 
on your job." He rested his boner in her ass crack as he fingered her twat. "Do I have that 
right, Miss Hopper?" 

"Oh god, yes, sir," she groaned.

He yanked her panties down to her knees. "Can't have that, now, can we?"

"No sir. Can't... ugh! Have... Ouch! THAT!" She grunted as he slowly mounted her. 
She was a small woman. The size of his meat was still painful to her, even after hundreds 
of rides.

She moaned and squirmed for him more than usual, as he worked his lengthy dong deep 
into her tight quim. He slapped her perky hams until they glowed red, spanking her, 
spanking her with righteous indignation. He road her hard. "Give it up!" he snarled. 
"Give up the devil, Miss Hopper!" 

Miss Hopper bucked and grunted. She grew hot on his cock. When she came, her firm 
contractions drove him over the edge. He quickly pulled out and blasted on her trembling 
ass. He enjoyed messing up his perfect little assistant, knowing she worked most of the 
day with the stink of his jiz on her, and her cunt stretched out from his meat. Half the day 
she walked funny - loose limbed and wiggly.

He was glad for all the locks between him and his wife. God forgave, but that bitch 
would kill him if she ever found out.

Panting, he stuffed his meat back in and zipped his pants. "I trust we can return to 
business?" He gave her ass a pinch.

"Yip! Yes sir," Miss Hopper jumped. She reached back and collected a glob of his jiz 
from her butt on a finger and stuck it in her mouth. "Hmmmm... thank you, sir."

Jack Adams watched her do it. He wondered if he was her only source of protean. "You 
are one fucked up bitch, Miss Hopper."

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll try to... uh... um...to..." She pushed her glasses up. She got rather 
spacey when she was freshly laid.

"Not get distracted by hot young inmates?" Warden Adams suggested as he slapped her 
bare ass again, very hard. "Pull up your panties, for God's sake."

"Ouch! Yes sir. That's it." Miss Hopper rubbed her red bottom. "Not get distracted by hot 
young inmates. Sorry." Her skirt was still up on her hips. She straightened her hair. Jack 
admired her rack as she did. For a woman in her m thirties, she was in remarkable shape. 
"I don't know what came over me."

"See that it doesn't happen again. Or, if it does, come see me. We must keep each other 
on the straight and narrow, Miss Hopper." He sat at his desk. "God's path!"

"Yes sir. And... bless you... I mean, thank you, sir. For everything." Miss Hopper 
wiggled to the door , rubbing her tingling rump.

"Miss Hopper."

"Yes sir?" she turned around.

"Don't you feel a breeze?"

She looked down. Her panties were still around her knees and her skirt was still up. 
"Oops." She pulled up her panties and fixed her skirt. She blushed and giggled. When she 
saw the warden's hard stare, she worked her way back to her business-like self. Back 
straight. Chest out. Glasses pushed up. "Sorry. Thank you, again, sir." She marched out.

Jack fingered the pile of new inmate files on his desk. "Stupid cunt." He found and 
opened the one marked April Mason.

He was mildly surprised to see she was only six feet tall. The way she carried herself, she 
seemed much taller. And 210 pounds - must be all that dense muscle - she had an 
hourglass figure. Her first offense came when she crippled the father of a friend. It turned 
up in court that he had been sexually molesting his daughter, April's friend, for years. 
She got off with a warning. The father would have to sit in a wheel chair and eat through 
a straw for as long as he lived.

Her second offense was for hospitalizing six members of a college rugby team that she 
claims tried to gang-rape her at a party. She served time for that one. While in the county 
slammer, she beat up several prisoners and guards before being placed in isolation. She 
served her full term - no time off for good behavior.

This latest offense was for beating up every man in a dock-side bar after one of them 
copped a free feel. Apparently, she was drunk and wouldn't stop even after the police 
showed up. Tasers had no effect - or worse, seemed to make her madder. Three members 
of the force were on long term disability because of injuries sustained during the fight. 
One of them described her as a berserker - a warrior of mythical strength and stamina in 
battle - a mad thing of hate and rage. The last officer managed to catch her in a fishing 
net and knock her out with a nightstick.

She held black belts in several marshal arts that Warden Adams had only a passing 
knowledge of. She made a good living wrestling and dominating men that she met 
through the internet. Her profession was listed as "Dominatrix."

Warden Adams closed the file. He congratulated himself on deciding to isolate her in a 
cell early, forgetting that having a "single" was her idea in the first place.

He pushed a button on his desk.

"Sir?"

"Miss Hopper, which cell have you assigned to April Mason?"

"A133, sir."

Warden Adams spun his chair around and flicked on a monitor. He typed in A133 and 
watched. Miss Mason was already in her cell, but she probably did not yet suspect that 
she would not be coming out any time soon. He smiled as he watched her use a whisk 
broom to dust off surfaces and sweep the floor.

"At least she's clean," he observed.

When dinner time came, he watched April watch all the other prisoners walk out to the 
mess hall and back. He watched her watch an inmate deliver her meal. He smiled as he 
watched her tantrum once she realized she would not be let out. He wished his system 
had sound. She was probably using some colorful language.

That tantrum lasted for hours. At one point, the warden became worried at the fury she 
was unleashing on the bars. Miss Hopper was watching with him. "Are you sure those 
bars will hold?" she asked. 

"They should. They're built to withstand a battering ram."

The two watched for several minutes as April threw herself on the bars, over and over, 
waiting for the moment when she would break them free using only muscle and will 
power. They held, but there were some tense moments.

For six days, Warden Jack Adams watched Inmate April Mason. He watched her sleep. 
He watched her eat. He watched her pee. He watched her bathe in her sink (while Miss 
Hopper sucked his crank). He watched her exercise. She did chin-ups on the pipes 
running along the ceiling of her cell. She did push-ups and tummy crunches. She even 
rolled up her mattress and used it for a punching bag. She put in over ten hours of 
exercise every day.

But she never left her cell.

And she never said a word to anyone after her first tantrum.

On the seventh day, Warden Adams watched Inmate Mason sponge bathe at her sink. She 
was very complete in her bath, despite the limited tools. He watched her muscular back 
ripple as she twisted around and dripped soapy water down her ass crack from a large 
sponge. He had ordered the sponge for her after seeing how devoted to cleanliness she 
was. And he enjoyed watching her use it. Her firm butt cheeks clenched and relaxed as 
slippery water slid between them. Suds dripped from her gravity defying rack, rolling 
around pert nipples.

"What a Goddess," whispered Miss Hopper as she looked on over his shoulder. Jack 
jumped in his chair, about to make up a story, then realized that Miss Hopper was as 
transfixed by the Amazon beauty as he had been. "What a magnificent beast she is."

"I have to agree, Miss Hopper. And a very tempting charge."

"Shall we relieve each other of this temptation, sir?" She batted her eyes at him. Her 
cheeks blushed. Normally, she never instigated sex, and for a moment he was taken 
aback. But he had to admit, the pipe in his pants was painful swollen.

He removed her owl glasses. "We shall."

They sprang to their positions. Miss Hopper clutched his desk as she continued to watch 
April Mason soap up. Jack Adams ran around behind her and yanked down her panties. 

"Fuck me, sir!" she yelled. "Take me! God damn it, fuck me!"

"I'll take you well enough, whore!" he shouted as he mounted her and yanked back on 
her long hair, driving his bone home faster than usual.

"YES!" she yelled as he humped her wildly. "OH! GOD! Break me!"

They fucked all through April Mason's bath. As she toweled off, The warden pulled out 
and shot a long stream of cum up Miss Hopper's back. It soaked into her silk blouse. She 
had come several times herself by then, and was beyond noticing. She lay sweating on his 
desk, legs hanging askew over the edge.

He pulled her off his desk by her hair and stuffed his half-stiff cock into her mouth. "It 
ain't coffee break time yet, honey," he snarled. 

Little Miss Hopper opened her throat. His long bone slid down. Her tongue lapped at the 
base of his cock. She tickled his balls with her talented fingers. He grew stiff again, 
stretching her jaws wide open. He watched April as she did one-handed pushups, naked, 
heels to the camera, while he humped Miss Hopper face, banging his belly into her small 
nose faster and faster. He kept his eyes on the monitor while Miss Hopper gave him a 
championship, deep-throat hummer.

He came down Miss Hopper's throat when April reached fifty tummy crunches. He 
shivered, blasting all he had while fully in her mouth. Miss Hopper gulped and gulped. 

The warden and his assistant collapsed onto the floor in a pile of their own goo. He slid 
out of her mouth. She gasped for air, able to breath unhindered for the first time since he 
had inserted himself. They lay panting, letting their hearts drift back to normal beating.

"We can't go on like this, sir." Miss Hopper whispered, her voice raspy.

"What do you mean?" Was she going to stop being his willing sex toy? His heart leaped! 
He would never find anyone so pliable to his demands!

"I mean, about Miss Mason in cell A133. We both want her desperately. No matter how 
much we cling to each other, we cannot be satisfied until we have had her."

The warden sat up, stunned. On the surface, what Miss Hopper said struck him as 
nonsense - typical of the little slut. He could watch April naked any time he wanted. And 
Miss Hopper was a great fuck...

But he knew she was right. He had to have that magnificent young girl. Temptation 
beyond the abilities of even the talented and lovely Miss Hopper had come to his little 
paradise. No amount of blow jobs from her expert lips would rid him of the desire to bed 
the forbidden inmate. 

The Devil was testing him. And he knew he was failing.

Strangely as well, the idea of Miss Hopper being molested by that big girl was just as 
desirable as having her himself.

"Miss Hopper? How would you like to deliver the dinner meal to cell A113?"

"OH! May I sir?!"

And so it was settled. Warden Adams sat in front of his monitor, he hit record so that 
events could be viewed again, and he pulled up his popcorn.

Miss Hopper stepped into the frame with a tray in her hands.

April sidled up to the bars. Miss Hopper slid the tray under and stood. They kissed 
through the bars. They petted each other. Miss Hopper turned her back to the bars. 
Warden Adams watched April's strong hands run up and down his assistant's curvy 
body, fondling her breast and lifting her skirt. One hand slid into Miss Hoppers panties. 
Miss Hopper arched her back and appeared to cry out. April smiled behind her - looking 
right at the camera. 

She knew.

Warden Adams gulped popcorn and watched.

She petted Miss Hopper into an obvious orgasm - one beyond anything Warden Adams 
had every seen come out of anyone - one beyond his wildest dreams. And all the time, 
April smiled at the camera.

Then Miss Hopper turned and kissed the girl passionately. She dropped to her knees and 
pushed her face through the bars. April slid her clam up to the bars and let Miss Hopper 
lick her to climax, then she turned and let Miss Hopper lick her plump butt. Miss Hopper 
reached through the bars and gave the big girl another orgasm with her fingers as she 
licked her bung-hole.

Later, they kissed some more before parting. Warden Adams had come twice in his pants 
as he watched. When Miss Hopper walked out of the frame, April Mason flipped off the 
camera and grabbed her crotch.

"Dear Lord," he murmured. She was defying him. She was the Devil on Earth!

Miss Hopper wobbled into his office with a distant smile on her face. He grabbed her and 
slammed her face down on his desk. She offered no resistance. He fucked her like a man 
possessed. Miss Hopper was too exhausted to respond, but Jack Adams didn't care. He 
just wanted to reclaim his Miss Hopper from that beast-woman. That demon spawn.

He fucked her hard and long, but he knew his efforts were nothing compared to what 
Miss Hopper had already experienced with April Mason. He could tell by her limped 
response. He pulled out of her clam and crammed it up her asshole. Even that only 
elicited a few grunts. Normally, hard ass sex drove Miss Hopper wild. He came up her 
ass. 

Then he gave up. He slid his tube out of her butt. She groaned as it left her body. His 
sperm dribbled out onto his desk. 

Panting, he wiped his dick on her slip. "Miss Hopper. Have you managed to vent your 
desire for that she-demon?"

"For the time being." Miss Hopper rolled over and smiled up at him. "But she will have 
me again. She promised," she purred. "And you? What of your desire?" Miss Hopper sat 
up and took Warden Adams' big dick in her hands. It pulsed in her palms. "Does the 
succubus still tempt you? Is she driving you wild, even now? Even after having me?" The 
twinkle in her eyes was like laughter. She was laughing at him, even as she petted his 
tool!

He raised a hand to strike her face. Miss Hopper sat up straighter, defiantly. She kept eye 
contact until he lowered his hand and turned away, pulling his boner from her slippery 
grip.

Warden Adams turned to the monitor again. April Mason was slipping into a black 
nighty, a gift from the warden, though he made it anonymously. He liked buying her 
things.

"I must have her," he moaned.

Miss Hopper laughed.

"What?"

"If you're lucky, she will have you, dumb ass, but you will never have her.... Sir." April 
added with sarcasm. She  stood and regarded Warden Adams with contempt. She laughed 
again and fixed her hair. Miss Hopper walked around him, looking him up and down. 
"She owns you, and she knows it. You are her bitch. Even from her cell, she toys with 
you." She reached up and patted her bosses cheek. "You poor, stupid man." She slid a 
finger through the cum that had dripped out of her ass, onto his desk. She stuck that 
finger in Warden Adams' mouth and wiped it on his bottom lip.

She wiggled out of the office, laughing at him.

He looked down, ashamed. Miss Hopper's panties lay on the floor at his feet. Even they 
mocked him.

Warden Adams stood dumbstruck. One finger-bang and his Miss Hopper was a changed 
woman. She had never shown him anything but fawning loyalty until now. But now this 
inmate had changed her. This succubus.

He had to do something. But what? April Mason dominated his heart. She sat in the 
throne where only God had been before.

The next day he found himself holding a breakfast tray and standing in front of April 
Mason's cell.

"So..." she smiled out at him, still wearing the short nighty. Her long legs rippled with 
muscle. "Have you tired of watching me through your camera and decided to come down 
for an eye-full in person?"

He gulped. "How did you know?"

"What man would have the opportunity to see me naked and pass it up?"

He blushed. "True. I confess to you, April." 

"Mistress April." She stood watching him expectantly. 

"Mistress April," he replied. He felt so small under her gaze. Insignificant. He tried to 
impress her. "Do you like the nighty, Mistress? I picked it out especially for you."

She shrugged. "I enjoyed having your secretary's tongue up my ass. Did you hear her say 
you're a clumsy fuck compared to me, even through bars?"

"She..." Jack blushed again. "I didn't hear..." he pointed at the camera. "No sound."

Mistress April laughed at him. "Did you come just to give me breakfast, or do you want 
to lick my ass, too?"

"Both," he blurted out.

April shrugged again. "I will allow it. It breaks up the time." She stepped forward and 
lifted the back of her nighty - no panties under. She pressed her ripe ass to the bars. 

Jack knelt down and slid her meal under the bars, between her feet. She bent down to 
pick it up. Jack slid his tongue up her crotch.

"Feel free to eat clam, slave boy," she said with a mouthful of toast.

Boy? he thought. I'm 47! More than twice her age!

Warden Adams did his best. He licked her holes all through breakfast, driving her to at 
least two orgasms. But, after an hour, April stepped away from the bars.

"That's it for now, slave boy. You can come back another day. Send Miss Hopper down 
for lunch."

Warden Adams left, dejected. His untouched boner raged in his pants.

"Poor baby," Miss Hopper patted his head when he got back to his office. Then she 
rubbed the hug lump in his pants. "Want me to relieve the tension?"

With a pouty lip, Jack nodded. "Yes, please."

Miss Hopper unzipped his pants. She knew the man well and, despite his low spirits, soon 
had him at full mast with a hand job. He wanted to push her face down on his bone, but 
something in the stern set of her jaws stopped him. She was in charge, now. 

She spit on his cock and rubbed faster. His climax came quickly. Miss Hopper aimed and 
Warden Adams fired all over his own face.

He fell back into his chair, gasping. Cum dripped from his nose.

Miss Hooper laughed. "You should have seen the look on your face when that load 
smacked you on the lips! What a chump!"

Jack was stunned. He was sexually relieved, but humiliated all at once. 

"Aren't you going to thank me?" Miss Hopper demanded, hands on her hips as she stood 
before him.

"Thank you Miss Hopper," he murmured. "Did... did you see?"

"I watched her use you, chump." Miss Hopper smiled at him. "You're not going to let all 
that go to waste, are you?" She bent forward and licked all the cum from his face. Then 
she kissed him, spitting it all into his mouth. She held his lips shut with her small hand. 
"Swallow," she commanded. Jack swallowed. A dribble of his sperm glistened at the 
corner of Miss Hopper's full bottom lip.

"Please be kind, Miss Hopper," he whined. "She didn't so much as touch me!"

"She's a hard mistress, and you're her slave, stupid. Don't you get that yet?"

"But... she's my prisoner! Can't I get something for being the man with the keys?"

"Not from her. She dominates you and she knows it. You will get nothing from her until 
you treat her like a queen."

Jack looked up. "Did she tell you that?"

"A woman knows." Miss Hopper flicked her tongue out and licked up the spot of goo.

Jack admired his assistant. "Thank you, Miss Hopper. You have been most instructive."

He turned to his monitor. April was soaping up. "Would you please see to it that Mistress 
April is escorted to my office after her bath?"
       
"I will ask her to join you." She sat on his desk and watched April bathe along with him. 
"Mistress April will do as she pleases."

Within an hour, April was sitting naked in the Warden's chair with one foot on his desk 
while Miss Hopper licked her pie. Warden Adams stood at attention and took notes - a 
list of how things would have to be from now on. April dictated the terms.

"I'll want a suite of cells - no cameras - one floor of one wing all to myself. And nobody 
is ever to lock my doors. I will come and go within prison grounds as I see fit. You will 
get me catalogs from which I will order clothing and furnishings for my cell.  You will 
pay for anything I demand, including catered meals. Sweet meat, here, will be my 
personal toy anytime I like - I love her tongue." She patted the top of Miss Hopper's 
head. "I will allow you to visit my cell, boy, on my schedule. You will come when 
summoned. If I am pleased with you I may let you serve my needs. If I am very pleased, 
someday I may even show you what a mind blowing fuck I can be. Sweet meat tells me 
you're hung like a Clydesdale. Show me."

Warden Adams dropped his pants. Naturally, he was as hard as iron already. His foot 
long waived high, with throbbing veins all around.

April Mason whistled. 

Warden Adams blushed. "Thank you, mistress."

Miss Hopper patted April's thigh. "Don't forget the... you know..."

"Oh yes. This kinky little minks thinks we would benefit from having a few strap-ons and 
double-headed dildos on hand. See to it that we have a way to order them. Come to think 
of it, outfit one of my cells with a computer and internet connection - something not 
tapped by your goons. I just might open a prison porn site while I'm in here."

"Dear God!" moaned Jack.

The ladies laughed at him as he stood trembling, his erection pulsing and bouncing.

"Don't worry, boy. If I decide to use a strap-on in you, I'll go gently... at first. Bet I 
could get a lot of money for videos of me riding your ass, eh boy?"

"Thank you, Miss Mason," he said, his mind reeling at the possibilities - trying to change 
the subject. "Will there be anything else?"

"Yes, Warden." April stood and walked up to Jack. She stood as tall as he but had 25 
pounds on him. She smiled into his quivering eyes. One of her big hands gently wrapped 
around the tip of his shaft. Then she banged her knee up into his balls, lifting him from 
the floor. He fell over and curled up. "That's for tricking me into being locked up. You 
can thank Miss Hopper that I don't do worse. She talked me out of crippling you 
permanently."

"Just one more thing," Miss Hopper said as she wiggled over to him. She looked down at 
him as he cringed on the floor holding his nuts. Then she pulled back one foot and shot it 
forward into his face. He saw stars and rolled over, tasting blood. "That's for never once 
eating me out, after all the blow jobs I gave you."

With that, Miss Hopper and April Mason strolled, hand in hand, back to her cell, giggling 
like schoolgirls.