The next morning, I walked back into the bondage chamber in my best suit to find Steph's curvaceous body glistening with sweat from what I assumed was a night of orgasmic pleasure. As I walked in, she briefly looked up but then her head slumped back down in exhaustion. I pretended to take no notice of the slight hint of defiance in her eye as I reached for the water hose.
"Rise and shine, bitch," I announced as I mercilessly sprayed her with the hose.
Despite her best efforts to keep her mouth shut, Steph howled as the icy water met her body and washed away all the fluids from the previous night. Once I had decided that she was clean enough, I stopped and smirked.
"So," Steph groaned, "what's the plan for today?"
"The plan..." I pondered this question as I groped Steph's tits. "The plan is to fuck you, and then to fuck you again, and again, and again, until I get tired of fucking you."
"And then?" asked Steph, sounding bored. I pinched her nipples between my thumb and index finger.
"Then some torture and then back to more fucking."
Steph's restraints clinked as she tried to move.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked.
"For the other girls to finish showering," I told her. This finally elicited a worried glance from Steph. My playful smirk turned into a wide grin. "What? You didn't think I'd continue to do this privately did you? You're one of the prisoners now."
"Not for long."
"Why? Because you send that recording to the committee? Yeah, I know about that. Judge Stevens shut that down."
Steph shrugged. "You still have no proof I did anything."
I cocked my head. "Who knows what the future has in store for either of us, but for now, you're my bitch, so you're going to do what I say or else."
I retrieved a collar from one of the endless supplies of bondage equipment in the room and clasped it around Steph's neck. I attached a metal leash to the collar and then undid Steph's restraints.
"Crawl, bitch!" I barked as I tugged on the leash. Steph wordlessly obeyed and followed behind me like a... well... like a bitch. We walked to the breakfast hall where the other prisoners had just begun eating. They all stared at Steph despite being informed about her situation that morning in the shower. I got an even bigger hard-on thinking about how Hanna openly masturbated at the thought of Steph being dominated in prison.
"On the table," I commanded with a slap on Steph's ass, loud enough for it to echo throughout the room. I could have sworn I saw her blush as she confidently did what I ordered. I roughly grabbed Steph and manhandled her into a face-down and ass up position. She made no efforts to resist.
"Listen up, sluts!" I shouted. "If every one of you finishes breakfast in the next ten minutes, then you can spend the rest of the time watching Steph take this cucumber up her ass!"
The prisoners cheered as Steph did her best to hide her concern, but I saw her eyes widen when I held up the cucumber for her to see. Yes, the length was impressive, but the width was what she had to worry about. Meanwhile, the other girls wanted nothing more than their former tormenter to suffer, so they began wolfing down their food as quickly as possible.
"Please don't," Steph whispered.
"Don't what?" I asked loudly. A couple of the women chuckled.
"Thought the big bad bitch wasn't scared of anything!" I remarked mockingly with another smack on Steph's ass.
"I'm not!"
"We'll see about that. Meanwhile, you can start by lubing this up.
"With what?"
"You can start with your mouth."
"If looks could kill..." Steph muttered as she spit on the cucumber and began to run her tongue along its edges. I sat back and watched the erotic display with the occasional glance at Steph's ass that would soon be accommodating this huge vegetable.