The following story is a loosely edited version of a roleplay session between this author and the ever-wonderful ContinentalCo. It contains a great deal of bondage and humiliation; reader discretion is advised.
1.
Lucas Kane sat quietly in his cell, waiting. The dark-haired, scruffily handsome convict had books, and porn mags, and even a dodgy old TV inside a wire cage, but none of it interested him. He was waiting for her to walk by.
Right now the pretty young guard was the one thing he cared about. Well, that and getting out of this place. But there was no point thinking about that. Unless...
He rubbed the stubble on his cheeks - no razors in here, of course; just an old electric shaver that barely worked - and thought about all the things he'd like to do with that little minx. If only they had met under better circumstances. Like a kidnapping.
On the outside, kidnapping pretty young women had been Lucas's thing. He loved everything about it: loved the planning, and the hunt, and the sudden thrilling grab, and then the tight bondage afterwards. He loved having them in his power and seeing their fear and humiliation. He loved tightening their bonds and watching them squirm helplessly. And he loved tight silencing gags best of all.
He sighed. Better get used to it, he thought. No more kidnapping for you. Kidnapping is what got you thrown in this place.
But wait! Lucas's face lit up, and his gloomy thoughts vanished. The sound of clacking heels approached and finally a girl entered Lucas's field of vision - and a vision was precisely what she was. He loved her uniform. Her fine toned legs shone in sleek pantyhose; a short skirt barely reached to the middle of her shapely thighs. A tiny blue shirt hugged the curves of her torso, while long brown hair cascaded down her back. Lucas was pretty sure she was Spanish, on account of the accent and her tanned good looks.
Andrea, for that was the guard's name, paused for a moment next to Lucas's cell, a mark of distinction which frustrated the rest of the prisoners. "Come over, sweetie! Let's lay down on my bed for a little while!" yelled one black inmate, while others offered cheers and kisses to the pretty young guard.
Andrea ignored all this, and looked at Lucas with disgust and antipathy. She had often caught him leering at her, and knew what he was in prison for. He was handsome, for sure, and she had a thing for older guys. But Andrea hated men who took advantage of women, kidnapping them and holding them prisoner against their will. She hated that kind of man. And she hated Lucas too...
Lucas grinned, imagining scenarios with the pretty guard at his mercy. In his daydreams, she was eager and compliant, happy to enjoy his charms and submit to his whims. The truth, of course, was quite the opposite: she could barely stand to look at him.
Which just made her more of a challenge.
"Andrea," he said, smiling roguishly, "I'm so sorry about these scoundrels. They are so damnably rude. Dennis, apologise now!"
"Sorry ma'am," said the black inmate sheepishly. He was a surprisingly good actor, well worth the bribe Lucas slipped him earlier today. Certainly a better actor than bank robber.
"I feel like B Wing has let you down," Lucas added. "Will you let me make it up to you? I give a great massage..."
Andrea crossed her arms defensively and frowned at Lucas with her nose wrinkled in disgust. "No thanks. I know why you're here and I'd never let you touch me. You're nothing more than a disgusting pervert. So go back to sleep, weirdo," she answered mockingly.
The rest of the inmates cheered, enjoying Andrea's brave words. She rolled her eyes uncomfortably. The men were always joking and trying to flirt with her, and she was tired of it.
Lucas watched her long shapely legs as she walked elegantly away down the corridor, swinging her slim but curvy waist. Andrea looked back at him over her shoulder as she left. It seemed like she wanted to check if she still had Lucas's attention...
2.
Lucas was delighted to see how easily he could provoke the Spanish beauty. He knew she thought about him too, knew she found him fascinating. Under other circumstances, she would willingly slip out of that tiny little skirt, undo that adorable little tie, show him more of that stunning tanned body. But he was going to have to work for his pleasures today.
"Andrea!" he called as she walked away. "Andrea, it's Dennis! He's choking!"
On cue, Dennis went into an amazingly accurate impression of a person with a piece of bread stuck in their throat. Bravo, Dennis! The guy deserved an Oscar.
Now just come closer, little fish, thought Lucas. To get to Dennis's cell she would have to pass close by his own... and Andrea had no idea how nimble his hands could be...
Dennis really looked like he was choking. Alarmed, Andrea trotted briskly towards his cell, or as briskly as her high heels would allow. But a strong arm appeared suddenly between the bars of Lucas's cell and caught her, wrapping tightly around her waist. "Not so fast, sweetie," Lucas whispered from the other side of the bars. "Aren't you going to give me a kiss?"
"Get off, you pervert!" Andrea tried to break free of his grip but he was too strong. As one of Lucas's arms held her effortlessly, arms pinned to her sides, the other took away her pistol and truncheon. "Give me back my gun! I hate you!"
Dennis was no longer choking. Instead, he was watching the show with delight. "That's it, gorgeous!" he cheered Andrea between giggles. "Show this prick who's in charge!"
With her gun and truncheon safely in his possession and her slim body trapped against the bars of the cell, Lucas knew that Andrea was almost in his power. Squirming desperately against his muscular arms, she could not free herself from his grip. But she could still alert the other guards, and it was essential to silence her cries for help.
"Be a good girl and keep quiet, won't you darling?" he chuckled as he clamped a hand over her mouth, enjoying the feel of her quivering lips as she tried to cry out. But her plaintive calls for rescue were muffled and she was pleasingly silenced, reduced to nothing more than sexy, writhing eye candy. The more she wriggled, the more turned on he became, as he groped her young body through the tight shirt.
"That's it, sweetheart," he added cruelly. "Silent and obedient, just the way I like my girls. But where are my manners? I should invite you inside for a little chat, shouldn't I?"
3.
Andrea let out a muffled shriek into Lucas's hand when she heard his words. "Nnnnlmmph!! Ght ahff!!" Eyes wide with fear, she looked desperately to the rest of the inmates, maybe seeking a saviour. But all she could see was a crowd of rude caged men, leering at her and chuckling viciously.
"You're a lucky bastard, Lucas! She's a lioness, though. What are you gonna do now?" asked an old inmate with a bushy beard and a scar on his cheek.
Andrea wriggled and twisted her body as she felt the inmate groping her body and breathing heavily with desire.
"There's only one thing to do with a lioness," Lucas replied. "Muzzle her and put her in a cage."
Like a spider reeling in its prey, Lucas now began to drag the writhing beauty towards the door of his cell. This wasn't easy, because the bars got in the way and he had to keep changing hands. But he was an experienced wrangler of spirited young women, and managed to get Andrea to the door without allowing her to make a sound or slip out of his grasp.
"Oh, that's very skilfully done," said Ray, the older inmate, and several of the others broke into respectful applause. Lucas smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, pleased with his work.
"Please do come inside, young lady," he said mockingly to poor wide-eyed Andrea, who realised she was in big trouble now. "I seem to have misplaced my key, but you don't mind if I borrow yours, do you?"
His lewd and nimble fingers moved across Andrea's body, quickly finding her keys... but also finding time to tweak her nipples through the thin material of her shirt.
"This way, my dear," he whispered in her ear, as he unlocked the cell door and dragged her inwards.
"Grrrlmmmph!"
Andrea planted her feet on the floor of the corridor, pulling against her captor's grip and refusing to come into his cell. The inmates burst into laughter.
"She's putting up a good fight, Lucas!" said Dennis. "It seems you will have to tame her!"
"Lhft ghfm!" she moaned into his hand, glaring and twisting her body to escape from the strong fingers pinching her nipple.
"Check out her legs!" said Ray. "You can see her muscles tightening! She's hot!"
"Hffff!!" she huffed, rolling her eyes in frustration and embarrassment. Fucking perverts!
"She's a feisty one, isn't she?" Lucas laughed. His refusal to take the situation seriously made Andrea even more frustrated and annoyed. "And yes, a hot little thing. Once I've tamed her, she'll warm my bed nicely."
Effortlessly keeping an iron grip on his squirming prisoner, he suddenly tickled her lightly under one arm. Andrea giggled involuntarily into his hand, and forgot to resist for just a moment... which was long enough for Lucas to whisk her inside the cell and slam the door.
4.
Lucas forced her down to the floor and knelt on top of her, his powerful legs either side of her wriggling body keeping her arms helplessly pinned to her sides. He could now keep her silent with one hand over her mouth, and use the other hand to torment and humiliate her in whatever way he liked. He idly started undoing her cute little necktie.
"You know what's going to happen now, don't you?" he smiled. "I'm going to truss you up. Really tightly and securely. Ready to be nicely bound and gagged, my lovely little damsel in distress?"
Andrea's eyes opened wide when she heard his words. Now she was half scared and half furious. She thrashed and kicked, trying to push him away, but it was useless: he was older and far stronger. Once her tie had been removed, he undid the buttons of her shirt and opened it, exposing her breasts.
