The Wardens Wife Redux Ch 04

Chapter 4

The next morning, Jenny woke tired and sticky, she didn't remember when or what time Claudia left, but they promised to get together again, soon. The last thing Claudia said was that she had a lot of thinking to do. Jenny wasn't sure what that meant, but thinking is a good thing, right?

She missed having Greg lying next to her, so she decided to skip her morning aerobics and make Greg a special lunch and surprise him at work. She cooked all morning and by 10:30 she packed her basket and drove the 30 minutes to High Desert Nevada State Prison. She was waved through all the normal checkpoints, due to the decals on her car and because everyone knew the warden's wife.

When she learned Greg was in a meeting, she waited patiently looking through her iPhone 16, reading and playing mindless games. Finally, his office door opened and a woman in a brown prison jumpsuit emerged with a scowl on her face. She looked down her nose at Jenny, turned, and walked down the hall.

"Jenny sweetheart, I wasn't expecting you. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Greg swept his wife into his arms kissed her and pulled her into his office. Although his breath was fresh, Jenny tasted something odd that she couldn't quite place.

As they sat together on the couch Jenny began pulling out the contents of her basket, a sampling of all of Greg's favorite lunch foods and a bottle of his favorite wine. As they ate, Jenny smelled the lingering odors of sex. Her mind began adding things up. The late nights, the pretty inmate leaving his office, the look of contempt on her face, and her surprise visit caught him fucking one of the prisoners. She turned crimson. Greg hadn't caught on until she put her plate down and turned to face him.

"How long, how long have you been fucking the prisoners? Do you know the trouble you could get yourself in? Do you take me for a fool? I thought you loved me. Greg, how could you?" She stopped and wept silently for a minute, tears making her mascara run. Then she began again, repeating the same questions, until finally, she asked, "Well, no defense? What do you have to say for yourself?

Greg stood and looked down on his bride of seven months and spoke. "User: Thomas, Greg. Password: 8913069-Alpha/Foxtrot/Whiskey."

Jenny's face went slack, her eyes glazed over, and her entire demeanor seemed to change. Blinking her eyes rapidly, then she gasped for air.

"What the fuck! You asshole! What did you do to me, Mother Fucker!" She swore, and then looking at her attire, she swore some more. "Shit! What the fuck am I wearing?"

Jumping to her feet, she grabbed the wine bottle breaking it on the corner of the table, and moved to attack. Then she suddenly froze, unable to move unable to swear.

"Same old Liz, not too bright, but consistent, I'll have to hand it to you on that. I did what I told you I would do. I domesticated you. But it appears that the easy life is too good for you. It looks like you're going to require more treatments. But first...Submissive Slut," he commanded.

Jenny, (now Liz) regained control of her body, and gently put the broken bottle on the table. She stripped naked. Then she knelt on the floor facing the warden, knees spread, and hands on the back of her neck. She didn't say a word only looked at the floor.

"What do you want?" he asked her.

"Cock sir. May I please suck your cock, sir?"

"Are you sure, Liz? I mean you're a butch dyke lesbian. You hate cock. You only suck pussy. Why would you want to suck my cock?"

"I want to please you, sir. Please it hurts. Let me suck your cock. I'll make you cum, I need your cum. I love your cum, you know it. I'll swallow it and look for more. I promise. You can fuck me, too if it pleases you, sir. But first, please. Let me suck your cock."

"So, it's only to make the pain stop? That's very selfish. Sounds like you're using me."

"No...no, sir, please..." She continued to plead, still frozen in place, though her neck, head, and face moved almost normally as she continued to beg.

"All right...this time. But I'm not convinced. I must have a good heart." He stepped forward unzipping his trousers and pulled out a semi-hard cock, just inches away from her and Liz began to salivate. "You're going to do this right... and satisfy both of us?"

"Yes...oh yes... sir. Please... I need it."

The warden took another step, and the butch dyke moved to intercept the cock. Using her face to move the growing phallic; she sucked the warden's cock into her hungry mouth. "Mmmm..." she moaned around the cock, pulling her head back and forth while sucking, hands still on her neck. She was doing a pretty good job, and the warden moaned. He'd now grown to his full length and his dick was too big for her to contain. "Sir...please... may I use my hands now? May I... make love to your cock?"

"Yes, Liz you are free to move normally."

The lesbian relaxed a bit and gently lunged for the large cock with her hands. She caressed it and licked it up and down, twisting it in her hand, sliding her hand up and down, back, and forth as she licked and sucked the head. As the warden steadied his stance, Liz scooted forward and wrapped her legs around his forward leg, rubbing her moistening snatch against him. The warden was getting closer, he groaned, and Liz was on the verge of an intense orgasm herself, she was wetting the leg of his trousers as she humped him. Finally, it was too much, and the warden growled loudly as he unleashed a massive load into her mouth. That caused Liz to cum, too. It was huge. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was full of cum and if she spilled even a drop...well she knew she mustn't. So, she did the only thing she could. Letting his cock fall from her mouth she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around the warden and rode out the massive orgasm. When it was done, she'd swallow all his cum and was able to disengage from the warden's leg, leaving it stained and soaked with her secretions. Falling back on her naked ass and palms, she panted. Her legs spread open, and her pussy dripping, she looked up at her master and waited for her punishment.

Looking down at the smaller woman, the warden felt compassion. "You may return to your cell, Liz. I'll call for you later."

Her defiant demeanor returned once again, surprised that she wasn't being punished for wetting the warden's pants like a bitch slut in heat. She climbed to her feet in the most dignified way she was able. "Sorry about the fucking pants," she said softly mortified she couldn't control herself.

"Where's my fucking jumpsuit?"

"In the closet," the warden said softly as he returned to his desk and overstuffed executive chair.

Liz went into the closet and saw hanging up next to his two suits still in the dry cleaner's bag, her brown prison jumpsuit, her inmate number stenciled largely on the back and smaller over the left breasts. It was clean and smelled fresh.

"Where's my fucking underwear?"

"Liz, you know how this works, you'll have to earn those."

"Fuck! Fuck!" she yelled louder. Looking down she saw her black sneakers with the Velcro fasteners. She pulled on her jumpsuit and shoes, happy to have clothes on again, and left the office without another word.

After going through three gates, she finally arrived at her cell block. "Well, look whose back?" the guard said. He was a muscular black man over six feet tall. "Welcome home, princess."

"Fuck off! Liz said as she entered the block to find her cell.

"Are you sure you want to take that attitude? We'll see what you say in twelve hours," the guard yelled at her.

"Fuck," Liz said softer.

It was free time, so the cell doors were open, and inmates could mingle through the cell block. Liz found her cell and was irritated to find her cellmate reclining in the bottom bunk bed, her bunk. "What the Fuck?" She said.

Claudia looked up from her book, "Oh hey, I heard you were back. Oh, this? This is mine bitch, loser's weepers."

"Listen cunt, if you aren't out of my bunk pronto, I'm gonna fuck you up?"

"So soon, and you've just arrived home. Eat me slut! You know that can't happen." Claudia said as she turned the page attempting to read her novel.

She was right, none of the inmates in this cell block can carry out any physical threats. They didn't know why. They simply can't follow through on any such threats or initiate any emotionally instigated physical contact, except that of a sexual nature and even there they had limits.

"Fuck, I hate this fucking place," Liz said loudly. But still low enough that it didn't trigger the discipline of the guards, which wasn't much over conversation level.

"Ya been gone for a while, are you naked underneath?" she asked, chuckling aloud. "Did they send you home without your underwear again?

Liz didn't answer.

"I thought so. Mine won't fit you, but I did manage to save a set of yours. But of course, it's gonna cost ya."

"Fuck! What do you want?"

"Not much, the usual, plus you don't fight me for my bunk. It's mine now and forever."

"Fuck. Okay, can I have them now, this place is cold and drafty?"

"No. You'll renege and then I'll have nothing."

"Fuck no, you're too fucking loud. If we get caught you know what will happen, it so fucking embarrassing."

"Sorry Slut. That's the price. Take it or leave it?" Claudia said already unbuttoning her jumpsuit. Pulling it off she pulled down her granny drawers, exposing her untamed hairy jungle.

"Fuck me! At least you could shave the jungle once and a while, it tastes like piss."

Nevertheless, Liz got on her knees between her cellmate's legs, with both hands parted the hair and opened her pussy. She tentatively began lapping, still trying to move a few stray hairs, then covered her pussy with her mouth and moved her tongue in many delightful ways. Despite the unpleasant smell, she did enjoy the unique flavor and enthusiastically went after it. As usual, whenever Liz was enjoying eating pussy, she became extremely aroused too. After several minutes, she had Claudia moaning loudly and threatened to stop if she didn't cover her mouth with a pillow. She immediately complied. As predicted Claudia roared into the pillow. Her cream covered Liz's face. Although she tried to keep pace she was too slow, but she didn't care. She'd been jiggling her fingers in her pussy, and they came together. Liz was much quieter. It was good, but not the best. Unfortunately, since she didn't have panties to soak up her juices, they stained her jumpsuit, she'd have to wait until they dried before leaving the cell or others would see that she'd gotten off. As the two recovered, Liz pulled back and demanded payment as agreed.

Reaching into her pillow, Claudia pulled out a bra and panty set and tossed them at the dyke. "What the fuck is this? These aren't mine. You fucking said you had a pair of mine. These will never fit. You're like too fucking big, twice my size all over, bitch. Pay up or I'll..."

"Sorry slut, I lied. But if you don't want them..."

Liz was fuming, but pulled on the oversized panties, tying a knot in the waist to keep them in place. With the bra, she tied the straps in the back together and then pulled them on. The cups covered half her chest. It looked ridiculous, but at least she had protection from the draft.

The rest of the day went as badly as the beginning for Liz. She was taunted by almost everyone everywhere she went, including the guards. She tried not to piss off, or answer back, as she'd need their sympathy later.

In the exercise room, a couple of the larger black and Latina women threatened to sit on her face until she made them cum three times if she didn't get the fuck out of there. She swore again, they knew better, the weight room was off-limits for sexual play, but so was every other place. It was getting close to lights out and Liz knew she'd not make it through the night if she didn't get fed first.

She needed male cum, every twelve hours or she'd go into a painful withdrawal. She didn't know why, perhaps it was a side effect of her treatment. She was cursed, she swore. Nevertheless, the only males on the cell block were the guards.

The first guard she asked refused, calling her a dirty fucking dyke slut. Which she knew was code for, "Not tonight I'm being watched too closely". The second she pissed off and he insisted on fucking her ass, too. She may have been desperate, but she hated anal. Besides, she could always come back if she couldn't find a simple blowjob. The third and final guard was new. Although he'd heard about her, and her unique circumstances, he had demands of his own. He insisted she strip and let him finger her pussy and ass. She was able to negotiate it too, stripping naked and letting him play with her pussy for a few minutes if he could make her come. He agreed and took her to the shower area which was presently closed. She stripped naked earning a chuckle from him as she removed her lingerie. She took his meat in her mouth, licking and sucking it like it would produce the nectar of life. He fingered her pussy and played a little with her tiny tits and nipples which wasn't part of the deal, but he was getting close, and she was growing tired. When he came, he filled her mouth and she gulped down all he had, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and once again the monster was satisfied.

He wanted to ask about her condition, but the look on her face made him reconsider. He zipped up and she began to dress when he stopped her. He walked a short distance and opened a cabinet with his key. Reaching in he pulled out one, then another piece of cloth, and tossed both to her. "These might fit you better."

She caught the items. She was pleased to see they were panties and a bra, both her size. "Thanks," she said. A word she seldom used. "What's your name?"

"Hopkins, Douglas, my friends call me Doug. Hurry up. I don't want to get caught. I'm new and I need this job."

With her new underwear in place and jumpsuit on, Liz left the showers and headed back to her cell. She made it just in time for the evening count and lockdown. Giving Claudia a look she pulled off her jumpsuit and hopped into the top bunk. Surprisingly, she learned there was more headroom and Liz no longer regretted the decision. Within a few minutes, she was snoring lightly.

Morning came quickly, and once the count was done, Liz was summoned to the infirmary. "Inmate 8913069...it's time for your treatment, follow me."

Liz followed the guard to the infirmary. She completed the customary forms and signed her name. Once she returned the clipboard and forms to the check-in desk her number was called, "Inmate 8913069?" There was no one else in the waiting room, but she didn't comment as she wanted to. She was in enough trouble as it was. Although she couldn't remember exactly what the treatment was, she knew she dreaded them and lost track of how many she'd had. She was given a gown and told where to change and leave her jumpsuit. The gown she was given was the typical "open-in-the-back", type with ties to provide some privacy. Although she was only 5'6" the gown was way too short, barely covering her ass and if she sneezed she'd expose her pussy.

To add insult to injury, this gown didn't have ties. She knew better than to complain, she may have been given this particular gown intentionally. Returning in the broken gown, she was told to stand on the scale to check her weight and vitals. So, there she stood on the scale, her gown hanging open exposing her backside. Her cute narrow ass was visible, and the back of her pussy could be seen if one looked between her legs. Had her tits been larger, they too would have been visible, from the side. But Liz was delinquent in the tit department. So, standing next to the scale as the nurse checked her blood pressure and temperature, the guard got an eyeful. As soon as the nurse completed her work, the guard escorted her to room number five, and then parked himself outside. The nurse entered with her and told her to remove her gown and climb up on the table.

She began to remember some of the things leading up to the treatment. Lying naked on her back, she put her feet in the stirrups. Liz braced herself for the examination. She hated the doctor's latex fingers stirring her pussy, getting her all hot and bothered only to leave her wanting. However, instead of the doctor, an orderly knocked on the door and, without waiting for an answer pushed an odd-looking machine into the room. It had a drive shaft attached to a pulley of some sort. This too felt vaguely familiar; the man positioned the machine at the foot of the examination table. He smiled looking her up and down and left without saying a word. After a few moments, Warden Thomas entered.

"Good morning, Liz, this will be your final series of treatments, provided everything goes as planned." He handed her a small cup with a red liquid, "Please drink this down."

Despite not wanting to, having a string of choice descriptive adjectives to call him instead, she complied. She returned the empty cup and belched loudly. The orderly returned with several "Velcro ties" and secured her arms to the bed and her feet to the stirrups while feasting on her nakedness. Before he left, he checked his work while taking one more long look between her naked legs.

Then the warden opened a small case with six syringes, filled with a red liquid. Taking the first one he leaned over the helpless prisoner, taking her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and pierced her nipple in the center. Liz wanted to scream, but it didn't hurt. Quite the contrary, as the warm liquid entered her it felt erotic, making her nipple tingle. The next needle went into the tit flesh below. By now, Liz was feeling very aroused and relaxed. The warden repeated these actions on the left tit as Liz moaned as if her breasts were being sucked. Walking around to the foot of the table, between her spread legs the warden looked at her pussy. It was like a flower opening to the sun. She'd begun to secrete her juices and her clitoris was peeking out from its hood. The warden put on a pair of latex gloves before proceeding to inject her clit, inner and outer lips. She was now very wet and had it not been for the gloves, he may not have been able to hold on to the slippery flesh. Putting the syringes away, he couldn't resist rubbing her juicy pussy up and down, disguising it as inspecting his work. Liz moaned and her eyes rolled back in her head.

The orderly appeared again, this time attaching something to the machine's shaft. The warden stopped him. "Doug, let's begin with number four, and finish with number six." Doug nodded and readjusted the machine. Through half-shut eyes, Liz read the orderly's name tag, "HOPKINS". That meant something but the drugs were working fast, and she was too aroused to care.

The warden held a bottle of water with a straw for Liz to drink, she wasn't thirsty, but she was fucking hot and horny. "You'll be getting three treatments today, two here and one on the other machine. You'll need this. Drink as much as you can."

"Okay-donkey, Doc," she said and quickly sucked down three-quarters of the bottle. The drug was working, changing Liz's mood.

"Okay Doug, let's proceed."

Doug moved the machine in place. It was a fucking machine. At the end of the shaft was a large flesh-colored dildo of larger than average size. Locking the wheel in place, Doug stepped back to the control panel while the warden moved the shaft into Liz's juicy opening, much to her delight.

Doug pulled out a ball gag and a cloth gag and handed them to the warden, who quickly installed them and asked as a precaution. "What are the settings, Doug?"

"Number 4 for twenty minutes," he said.

"Good," the warden replied laying his hand on Liz's forehead, checking her condition. Her pupils were dilated, the drug had brought on a delightful euphoria, "I'll see you in twenty minutes," and then he left the room.