The warden gives his new Vietnamese toy some news.
Disclaimers: I do not endorse any of the bigoted views and language that characters espouse in this story. This story is a fantasy, and is intended to be harmless fun. Additionally, all characters in this story are over 18 as clarified in the previous part.
Next, I'd like to thank you for the feedback and support you all have shown towards my first story. There was some good constructive criticism that I hope I was successful in implementing into this part. Once again, I encourage feedback about what I can do better on, and if there is any desire for more parts. I also suggest reading the initial story for any context missing from this story. Now, enough of me blabbering. Let's get started!
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I laid on the desk and took a few moments to regroup while my mind raced. The warden faced me once I took myself off the place where I was just violated. How much of a mess I am really became clear once I felt my panties press against my soaked pussy as I pulled them back up.
"Come now, Mia. I suggest you don't make me late." Master Adams said as he walked towards the door.
"Yes, Sir..." I had no idea what he was in a rush about, but I scurried behind him and we both left his office. I walked right behind him despite his larger stride and the burden the black heels placed on my ability to quickly follow. He stopped at the end of the short hall and turned to face me again.
"You're going to go that way and clean up. The code is 1-8-8-7." I looked in the direction he pointed to and saw there was another small hallway to the left that led to a room. I returned my attention to the warden while he spoke, "I'm going to go to a meeting in the building across from here. When you're done freshening up, go wait in my office for me to return." I nodded while he spoke to show I was attentive.
Mr. Adams leaned in to speak to me face to face, "I have quite the special news for you when I return, little lady." He gave that devilish smile and I couldn't help but get a little flustered by it.
"What is it, Sir?" I gave him a curious look when he released his grip.
"Such an impatient girl. You'll have to wait." He smacked my butt and walked downstairs to his meeting.
I rubbed where Master spanked, because my butt still felt sore from his earlier smacks. I brushed that off and made my way over to the bathroom door. While I was left to wonder what he could possibly have in store for me, at least there were no surprises here. I looked around the bathroom while I stripped off the French maid dress, white stockings, black heels, and my white, lace panties. I placed the clothes on a shelf below the large circular mirror and slid open the glass door to the shower. I turned on the hot water, stepped inside, and slid the door behind me.
"Ooohhh..." I let out a moan as I felt the warm water hit my face. I finally could take a moment to breathe. I closed my eyes and let the water caress every spot on my body.
I thought back to what normal life used to be like before my family and I were forced to come to the internment camp. It was 2 years ago when the United States declared war on Vietnam. A tyrant had been elected president and promised only he could 'finish the job,' 'redeem the nation of its decades-long disgrace,' and 'maintain American interests in the region against China.' Anti-Asian sentiment became more and more fervent when America began to close in on taking Saigon within a year of when the war began. The war waged just as viciously as what was now known as the First Vietnam War. Domestic authoritarianism by the United States government cracked down on first amendment protections and suppressed a fledgeling anti-war movement.
I lived on my university campus at the time. My father was a professor, and my mother was a psychiatrist, and this fairly privileged background allowed me to go to a rather prestigious college. I was in my dorm watching the news when the president went on TV to declare that all people of Asian descent were to be rounded up and brought to internment camps all throughout the country. He stated something along the lines that 'with the imminent defeat of the foreign adversary, a domestic threat will further arise.' I could barely fathom what I heard when men dressed in body armor busted into my room and dragged me out. I kicked and screamed, but there was not a single person that came out of their dorm to see me get taken away like I was some sort of dangerous criminal. It wasn't long before I was registered and implanted with a tracker chip under my skin on the back of my neck. Finally, I was brought to the camp I reside in now.
I shook my head to bring myself back to the moment and grabbed the soap to clean myself. I tried my best to appreciate the uncommon joy of a hot, secluded shower. A shower in the camp means that you have to clean yourself with lukewarm water around 9 other girls in the room as you get ogled by guards. I briefly felt normal again.
I made sure to wash the warden's and my own mess off of my private area the best I could, but he emptied so much of his cum inside of me. I washed the shampoo and conditioner out of my hair, then I turned the shower valve and shut the water off. Steam from the hot shower filled the room, and obscured the glass shower and the mirror on the wall.
I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off with a towel. I dressed first with my panties, secondly the stockings, then the maid dress, and finally the heels. After I brushed my long, brown hair in the stream-coated mirror, I felt like a new person. The anxiety of the day washed down the shower drain. I tried to get past what I just experienced, and buried the thoughts of what Mr. Adams just did to me in the back of my mind. I worried some about how long I've taken in here, but surely the warden would have barged in here to let me know if I made him wait. The steam followed me out of the bathroom when I opened the door, but I was alone on my walk back to the warden's office.
I stepped inside and couldn't help but feel a residual pang of the fear that I felt when I initially entered here. I again did my best to push those thoughts out of my mind and instead tried to find out what time it was. I knew it was close to evening, but a clock would tell me how long I have to wait until the warden returned. I made my way over to the desk I was ravaged on top of earlier, and saw there was a watch. The time was 4:30 p.m. - so I assume the warden had departed for his meeting at around 4.
As I was alone in the room, I figured I could snoop around a bit. My curiosity led me to a bookshelf to examine what was on it. There were some uninteresting books, and even some vinyl records, but I picked up a framed photograph instead. It was when Mr. Adams shook hands with none other than the president himself. An anger started to build inside of me that turned to despair. What use is anger if it wouldn't change anything? I wanted to throw the photo frame, and burn the picture inside. One man in the photo destroyed my past life, and the warden now has direct control of it for the foreseeable future.
I placed it back on the shelf and heard an unfamiliar voice behind me, "Warden Adams? Your ride is here." The unexpected sound of the voice caused me to jolt, and I turned around to see a guard had entered the office.
Our eyes met at the same time, and he approached me with a look of confusion and sternness. "Hey, you're not supposed to be here!"
"I'm waiting for Master Adams to get back from his meeting."
"Master Adams?" He said in a quizzical tone while he scanned me up and down. "Are you supposed to be his new maid or something?"
I certainly didn't wonder how he came to that conclusion. I suppose it was better than being known as...whatever our dynamic now was. "Yes, and I'll tell him his ride is here when he returns." I wanted to get him out of here as quickly as I could. I'd do anything for a little more alone time.
He thought for a second, then he smiled. "A meeting sounds like it could take awhile, and I can't just leave you alone here... certainly not when you're dressed like this." The guard stepped towards me.
My heart beat out of my chest in panic. I stepped backwards in an effort to get away from his advance. "Th-the warden is going to be upset if you lay a hand on me! Stay away!"
