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The Warden's Pets (Superjail!XLorax)	By : bloodrosered Category: +S through Z > Super Jail! Views: 1620 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-First Come, First Serve
- 2-Mine
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AN: I haven't seen Superjail! yet. I just thought I'd try this. Bear with me please! I'm trying to understand the whole universe. OK, I tried. Many thanx! Happy reading!
I don't OWN the Lorax nor Superjail! I only own Nicky! I intend to make no profit from it!

Month One
First Come, First Serve
Nicky O'Shaughnessy (aka Irish Rage by the other inmates) was used to it. The Warden. She knew how the Warden thought. All she had to do was just obey. Get it over with. Numb her body...it would be over soon.
She kept hearing the Warden's grunts as he slammed behind her, spanking her ass until it was raw and read, her pussy was sore from the use and abuse for who knows how long it had been going on. But Nicky refused to cry or scream. Not even whimper. Nope. The Warden got off on that. Just deal with it. The faster it would be over. She was nothing more than a toy. The Warden's pet. Something to be used for his amusement.
How long she had been the Warden's pet, she didn't know. Time just seemed pointless...all she cared about was getting out of that motherfucker's office. Getting this shit over with.

The Once-ler had just arrived to Superjail! He was roughly manhandled when he first arrived. He was stripped naked. Forced to endure every violation of his personal space: having fingers shoved in every cavity of his body, then had to spread his buttocks, squat and cough to make sure he didn't bring any contraband. Next he was sprayed with ice-cold water and scrubbed clean until his skin was pink and his scalp hurt. He was handed an orange jumpsuit, a t-shirt, white socks, and a pair of plain black shoes. Then, the prison guard handed him all the supplies he would need.
He was scared. He didn't even know why he was here to begin with. He didn't even remember.
He hugged his blanket, pillow and supplies he would need tightly, shaking as he was shoved along with the new arrivals. Already arrived to Superjail!, and he was treated like an animal. Yet, his skin still felt raw from the rough scrubbing. His bottom ached from the rough finger shoving and probing. He felt so violated. Who knew what else laid in store? His blue eyes were brimming with tears, trembling. He knew he had to be a man and not cry.He wiped away any evidence of them.
Walking down the halls with the other new arrivals, he could hear the prisoners cat-calling and whistling as the fresh meat arrived. Oncie was scared. He tried to keep his head down and make himself as unnoticeable as possible. He was used to being invisible back at home. He did like the attention, but not like this.
"Alright!" said a husky voice from a female prison guard with bulging muscles, covered in hair. "Line up! The Warden is..."

"I'm coming!" cried the Warden. "I'm coming!"
He explodes into Nicky in pleasurable cries of ecstasy. Nicky just laid there, face down on the desk. The Warden's fingernails digging into her scalp as he came, pressing her harder into the desk, crushing her nose. Nicky felt nothing. Just numbed herself. That was how she could survive. Just numb the pain and harden her nerves. Harden herself.
He released Nicky. Pulling up his pants and buckling his belt, straightening himself out. Nicky waited for the Warden to give a command, keeping a hard face, her blue eyes cold.
"Let me look at you, my pet," he crooned.
Nicky straightened up as she stood up, then knelt at the Warden's feet like she always did. The Warden cupped Nicky's pale face, then stroked her shoulder-length, messy raven hair with black gloved hands, staring through those yellow glasses in a creepy, adoring way like an owner who just abused his pet, but showed it affection in the aftermath.
"Such a pretty little pet you are," he continued to croon, smiling a gap-toothed, creepy smile.
How she remembered those perverted lips on her...her nipples sucked through that gap...her clit...how he bit into her flesh...it hurt, but she dealt with it. Pain and suffering was what the Warden liked. She didn't scream. She'd let him hear a grunt or two...sometimes she would, but it was controlled.
Nicky said nothing. Just stared with cold hatred for this man. If she had the power, she'd rip into this motherfucker like a monkey on a banana cupcake. She hated the Warden and yet, she had no choice. She was his slave, his pet...his toy. As long as she just obeyed with no question or complaint, the faster this shit would be over. It was easier.
She learned the hard way the first time it happened. She fought back...only to find it excited him...and the abuse was horrible. The violation. The beating. She cried the first time it happened...that turned him on as well. He liked seeing tears, hearing pitiful whimpers and screams. It got him hot. This motherfucker was a sadistic pervert.
"Well, off you go then, my pet," he said dismissive.
Nicky pulled up her pants. She wanted to take a shower after this usual abuse she had to endure from this motherfucker. She strode stiff and coldly back to her cell.

Oncie tried to keep his head down, make himself invisible.
"The Warden is here!" barked the female prison guard. "Straighten up!"
There was a hard sound of leather shoes, striding with confidence. The Warden was dressed in purple: a long coat with tails, trousers, a frilly shirt with a red bow-tie. He wore yellow glasses. On his hands he had black gloves. On his head he had a top hat that hid his black hair. He had a lecherous look in his eyes as he eyed up and down some of the fresh meat with perversion. He smirked, showing a noticable gap betwen his top front teeth. None of these new arrivals looked interesting...until he saw one that piqued his interest.
A boy, black hair and blue eyes. He looked quite scared, very untouched. Yes. He definitely liked this pretty boy. A perfect pet for him. He approached the scared new arrival, eying him with interest. He was just about a few inches shorter than Oncie.
"Aw," he crooned perversely. "What an adorable little pet you are."
He stroked Oncie's dark hair, making him flinch. He kept his head down, hugging his stuff tightly.
"Ooh," the Warden continued to croon. "This one's shy. I like this one." He turned to the female prison guard. "Yes. Alice, take this one to my other pet's cell. He'll be quite comfortable there...and don't you DARE be too rough with my new pet. I want him untouched."
The prison guard named Alice led him towards Nicky's cell.
"The Warden keeps his other pet here," said Alice. "Irish Rage. Just mind your manners with her. She's a devil with that temper of hers."
Oncie was shaking so hard, clutching his supplies. He has tears in his eyes. Soon, Alice opens the door to Nicky's cell. He sees a young woman, who has black hair, blue eyes that appear to be bruised and sunken...quite pretty. But those blue eyes are hard, showing no warmth.
"I said no cellmates, Alice!" Nicky hissed, clearly unhappy that there was an intruder in her cell.
"Well, tough shit," said Alice. "Warden's got a new pet. You have to share."
Nicky scoffs, rolling her eyes in irritation. She didn't like other pets in her room. She hated sharing. No. Nicky liked peace and quiet where she could be alone in her thoughts. No. She didn't like people.
"C*&t," she mutters under her breath, giving Alice the finger.
The cell door slams shut behind Oncie, who's twitches at the sound. He's trapped inside this small cell with a possibly dangerous criminal. She looks quite scary. Women were often the most frightening to Oncie, especially his mother and Aunt Grizelda. He looked over the raven-haired girl: she was pretty, but looked deadly. She had tattoos that stated she was proud of her Irish heritage: a shamrock on her neck, an Irish flag on her left arm, which had a pair of dog tags (a military woman perhaps?), and an Irish fairy's head peeking just above her right breast.
She looked over her new cellmate. A pretty boy. Oh of course, the Warden chose a pet that had dark hair and blue eyes. Those were his favorites. He looked so scared to move. Tall, slender and a virgin. Oh yes! The Warden was going to tear him apart no doubt. He loved new arrivals! He was like a kid getting a new toy. New things were his favorite.
She could see his skin was still pink from the rough treatment. Oh yes. Nicky remembered her first arrival to Superjail! How every part of her was violated, her first cleaning. Yup. Seemed only yesterday that happened...in the women's block, of course. Of course, the Warden chose her as his pet, but had to be transferred out of the women's block. She was much safer with the men.
"So you're the Warden's new pet," she scoffed. The way she said 'pet' was hard.
"I-I guess," Oncie answered softly, with a tremor in his voice.
"Just a word of advice: trust nobody but yourself while you're here," she said. "As for the Warden, just obey. Don't question or complain."
She smirked a bit, staring at this pretty boy. She had to admit, she would've liked to play with him a bit. Tease him. His innocence gave off a very intoxicating scent. It was like a drug. A really good drug. Oh, she was sure the Warden would love this one.
"W-why did this Warden...pick me?" he asked tentatively.
Another cocky scoff from his cellmate. "Are you kidding? The Warden LOVES new arrivals. He's like a kid in the pet store. He sees what he likes...then he chooses a pet he can play with. And believe me...dark hair and blue eyes are his favorites."
"Why?"
"Y'know the old saying: imitation is the highest form of flattery? Let's just say the Warden loves himself so much...he likes to pick a pet that has these qualities."
Oncie says nothing as he hears the girl. Her voice is harsh and blunt. He gulps nervously.
"What is he going to do to me?" he asks, hugging his stuff tightly.
"You're nothing more than a pet to him...a toy to be used for his amusement, buddy," she responds. "He does whatever he likes to whomever. Best you get used to it. That's all you'll know being here. As for being his pet, you're officially his favorite. He'll play with you whenever he likes it. The first time is always the hardest. All you have to do is obey the Warden without question or complaint."
She paused for a moment.
"First thing he'll do is bring you into his office," she continued as she tied her dark hair into a ponytail. "He'll tell you to take off your pants and bend over his desk...then he'll paddle your pretty little ass until it's raw and red. Try to keep your tears and cries of pain to a limit...he likes that. He'll play with you a bit...just be ready for anything...and always obey...even if you don't like it."
"W-why are you telling me this?"
"Because I was like you once," she said. "Scared, pretty, and fresh. The Warden is going to rough you up pretty bad. As long as you obey him, the happier he is...and the faster it'll be over. You defy him, he can get pretty pissed off. The punishment will be worse. You don't want that."
"So I'm just supposed to take it? Sounds...cowardly to me," Oncie said with a frown.
"Yea. You want to survive, just do it. Sometimes taking it like a bitch with the Warden is the best way to surviving. You're basically his bitch now."
She saw the boy starting to cry a bit. He was scared.
"And save your tears, pretty boy. They won't help you either." Then softens a bit. "But you can cry in here. It's fine. Just keep it quiet and in your pillow."
"I'll try." Oncie says, sniffling and wiping away tears.
"Either do or do not. Don't try," she replies harshly.
Oncie looks at the empty bunk, slowly laying his stuff with trembling hands.
"I'm Oncie...by the way," he said in an attempt to be friendly to his new cellmate.
"Like I give a shit," she replies bluntly. "Names mean nothing in here. You're just cattle with a number now...an object with a serial number. Your name and identity mean nothing."
Oncie flinches a bit at this woman's cold reply.
"I-I'm sorry," he says, seeing the white knuckles on the angry girl as she balled her hand into a fist.
"And stop fucking apologizing," she replies. "You sound like a pussy. You don't want to be a pussy. Never apologize. You'll just get torn apart in here. I made that mistake once."
Oncie just swallowed. "But what am I supposed to call you?"
"Does it matter?"
"N-no...I just want to know...since we will be living in the same cell..."
The girl just scoffs. "Y'know, you're really cute because you're naive. You are just going to get ripped into like Tiny Tim on a Christmas ham in here, pretty boy. And trust me, the inmates love pretty weaklings like you. You best get used to the abuse...and not just from the Warden, but the COs and the inmates."
She pauses for a moment.
"Even though we're the Warden's pets and he wants nobody else touching them...still that won't stop them from copping a feel or two. Don't fight the guards, that's all I can advise. If an inmate does it, fine. Fight back if you must. Take out your rage on them. Nobody gives a shit. And don't make any friends in here either. You can't trust anyone. And also, if you see anything, keep your mouth shut...and don't be snitch...'cause snitches end up in ditches."
"I-I guess that's good to know," he says. "I'll try not to."
"Don't try," Nicky replies. "Just do."
He swallows for a moment, uncomfortable in the silence.
"S-so...how come you're in a men's prison?"
Nicky doesn't like having this conversation. "Y'really wanna know?"
Another gulp.
"Well, turns out...I'm too much to handle in a women's prison. I got transferred out of the women's block because I pulverized my last cellmate. Called me an 'Irish c*&t', completely destroyed her face...nobody could recognize her. She'll probably have to have a facial reconstruction."
She laughs coldly. Oncie is shaking now, terrified of this woman. He had to remember never to call her that terrible name...nor insult her nationality, which he supposed she was proud of.
"I don't mind men really," says Nicky. "I like trading a few things with them. And the things I get just for a suck or a fuck. I'm quite lucky. It's hard when you don't have money to buy shit in the commissary."
Oncie realizes...he has no money. He doesn't know if he should tell this cellmate. He is going to need supplies. He lost all of his money after his Thneed business was ruined. He couldn't pay for anything. Besides, who else could he trust? Maybe he could...placate to the girl to giving him some supplies. He was good at that when he was a businessman. Negotiating with other businesses around the world.
"D-do you think you could...get me some stuff?" he asks.
"I can...for a price," Nicky responds. "Suck or fuck?"
"N-no thanks," he says uneasy.
"Well, tough shit then," Nicky says with a nonchalant shrug. "Nothing is for free in here. And beggars can't be choosers either."
Oncie really needed some stuff. He was going to need a toothbrush and toothpaste to keep his teeth clean. Soap and shampoo. Probably shower shoes. Should he really risk it with this crazy cellmate of his? What else could he do? Who else could he trust? He had no one, but this crazy female cellmate.
"I...I made up my mind," he said nervous.
"Oh?" Nicky says cocking an eyebrow. "Already? I guess you're that desperate, right?"
Oncie blushes. "I guess...I'll take a suck."
Nicky smirks. "Good choice. I won't have to steal lube from the Warden." She pauses as she looks over the pretty boy. "What do you need exactly?"
Oncie gulps. "Toothpaste. Toothbrush. A-and soap...shampoo...shower shoes"
"Well, that's quite a list," Nicky says. "Well, come over here, pretty boy. There's a little corner that'll give us privacy behind the beds."
She leads him towards the small dark corner, which is clearly shielded from the door. Almost immediately, his pants are pulled roughly to his knees. Nicky looks him over with lecherous eyes.
"You may be scrawny," she said. "But that's a nice dick you have."
Oncie blushes tomato red. He doesn't know how to take this compliment. "Th-thanks, I guess," he blushes.
"Aw..." Nicky croons mockingly. "How cute." Then back to her bluntness. "Don't accept any kind of flattery from the inmates. They just want something from you. Just respond with a shrug or a grunt. You're less likely to call attention to yourself."
"O-OK."
"Well, shall we begin or are we going to waste time with insignificant blather? The Warden will call for you soon. Just know whatever I do, it's for your own good. I'm going to prepare you for the Warden. But I'm gonna play nice though...don't expect to be treated like a prince with the Warden."
"O-OK, then."
She presses the boy against the wall, the cold cinderblock is freezing on his bare bottom. Oncie braces himself as the girl's hands start molesting him, getting him hard...his body being abused. She knelt at his feet and started teasing him with a wicked tongue, feathering from the root to the tip...getting the sensitive part under the head. He bit his lip, trying to keep his moans contained, ashamed and hating himself for doing this deprived act...but for some reason, loving the pleasure. He had to do it.
Nicky was pleased. She liked that smell of innocence. This cellmate called Oncie. A virgin. Oh yes. She'd deflower him first before the Warden. And he was...clean. Very clean. Oh, yes! The Warden would like this too! He liked clean and untouched new arrivals. His flesh was so pure. His hair dark, angel-like. His eyes blue, brimming with tears already. He had a cherub like face with round cheeks dotted with freckles that are flushed with shame and pleasure, pouty lips that the bottom is getting bitten and a cute button nose. So innocent! So pure! Just how the Warden would like it. She was just like him once when she came to Superjail!
She took him in to her mouth, sucking the head, hearing hisses and moans from this little virgin. His legs were shaking from...fear...or was it pleasure? Not that she cared.
"You like that, you little slut?" she says in a raw voice, stroking him.
"Mmm," he just responds...then she returns to sucking him.
He's arching towards her mouth, his bare ass bucks away from the cold cinder block wall. She calls him a stream of filthy, depraved names in between strokes, cupping his bottom and digging her fingernails into the soft flesh, then sucks him more.
Ooh! This one is so smooth! So soft. Nicky thought, quite pleased, hearing her cellmate mewing like a kitten as she keeps at her work.
"Open your legs, you slut," she orders.
Scared of what his cellmate could do, he obeys with a tremor. She grabs his leg, slings it over her shoulder, feeling the cold assault of the air between his legs as he forced himself open. Nicky's hands run up his chest, playing his nipples first...he finds that he likes it, just a bit. Then feels her probing fingers between his legs...playing with his balls, fingering his taint, teasing him.
She wondered what he would feel like inside. Maybe she'd fuck him the next time. Looking up at the young man, who is twitching and mewing in pleasure from her molestation...oh yes, the Warden was going to love him.
Pausing from her sucking, she wet her fingers...Oncie looks down at the girl...and sees this, scared.
"W-what are you doing?" he asks.
"Shut the fuck up," she says. "You want to be ready for the Warden? I'm getting you ready."
"I thought you were just going to suck me," he protested.
Nicky bolts upright and slaps Oncie across the face hard, making tears spring out of his blue eyes. They trail down his freckled face. His lip quivering at the angry girl's viciousness.
"I told you to SHUT the FUCK up, bitch!" she snaps. "You need to be ready for any kind of abuse when you're with the Warden. Now, are you going to be a good boy and be quiet?"
"Y-yes," he said tearfully like a child.
"Good. Now turn around."
He obeys, facing the wall, his head pressed, shaking. Then to his shock, he feels his bottom being stretched open.
Nicky stares at the young man after opening his cheeks. His asshole is still pink and sore from the arrival probing ritual. Filled with pity, she wanted to make it easy for him. She starts licking his hole, hearing gasping and feeling his slender body jump at the shock of it. Ooh! He tasted sweet there too, very clean!
Oncie felt a wetness there; it was snake-like and made him shrink. The cellmate was licking him there! He whimpers as Nicky does this. He hates it! His asshole is still sensitive from earlier. Then, she tells him to turn around again...he watches as she wets her fingers again...
"This may hurt a bit," she warns in a creepy, motherly voice. "Just relax."
...Then slowly inserts two fingers inside him! Oncie grunts and gasps, shutting his eyes tightly as he felt this rough violation. Tears flowing from the pain, nearly sobbing; his muscles tighten and then he attempted to relax. He had to. If what his cellmate said was correct, he had to get used to it.
"P-please!" he begs softly.
"Don't beg," she says. "The Warden loves that just as much as crying."
Nicky returned to her work, sucking her cellmate's dick then proceeded to fingerfuck her cellmate's hole, being gentle as possible. Oh yes! He was so warm and tight, the walls were like silk! He was perfect! So flawless. She wished she had lube, but she knew the rough treatment he would get from the Warden. Like she said to this little bitch, get used to it. Just like what the Warden said to her on her first time.
She was so rough on him. He felt so violated...she started touching something inside him that set his blood on fire...it hurt, but it was pleasurable. He hissed in a mingle of pain and pleasure. Then Nicky started scissoring his hole, stretching it. He hated it. But he had to do it. If he wanted supplies from this cellmate, then he had to endure this torture. Who knew what the Warden had in store for him?
Then Nicky started pressing that spot again...he was weakening...just like when he engaged in his own self-pleasure. But being sucked off by a woman...it felt better! Having someone do the work for you.
"Shit!" he mewled in pleasure. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"Shht!" Nicky said, moving away from her work. "Show, don't tell."
Then returns to sucking and almost immediately he exploded in Nicky's hot, wet mouth, nearly screaming, but stuffed a fist in his mouth, chomping on it. His body sweating and shuddering harshly like he was touched by a live electric wire, feeling Nicky withdraw her fingers out of his hole at the time of his release. She sucked him so harshly that it hurt! She swallowed every well deserved drop greedily until he was limp, looking up at this young man. Mm! His cum was so delicious! Clean, salty and sweet. Yup! The Warden would definitely like this one.
Oncie clapped a hand to his neck, feeling the sweat from all of that. He felt sore...so abused and used. Well, he was in prison. He had to get used to it.
"OK," said Nicky, wiping her mouth from the mingle of spit and cum on her shirt.. "I'll get you your shit. Just don't bend over in the shower when you drop the soap."
"OK...um...thanks, I guess..." he says, lowering his head in shame as he pulled up his pants.
Nicky just shrugs. She's never been thanked before for a blowjob. She's not used to this. Still, it was nice for once. She kind of liked her new cellmate. At least he was polite. He was cute and adorable. Sure, the Warden thanked her...but she knew it wasn't genuine.
Oncie was aching all over from the rough treatment he got from the girl. This cellmate called Irish Rage. If that was really her name.
"Here," she said, handing him a cold washcloth. "Put this on. It'll reduce the tenderness. Make it less suspicious with the Warden."
Oncie was confused. Why would his cellmate be so nice to him? He took it anyway. First she was so crude and rough with him when he first arrived, then endured sexual abuse in exchange for supplies...now she was being nice. He didn't get it.
"Why are you doing this?"
"What, you'd rather I didn't?" she said bluntly.
"N-no," he said, scared.
"Well, pretty boy, I'm not being nice. I pity you...I know what's in store for you. Don't try to be my friend. Just take my advice when I tell you. I'll answer any questions, yea. But I'm not your friend."
"OK then."
Soon, Alice arrived.
"You," she pointed to Oncie. "Warden wants to see you."
Oncie gulped, afraid what was in store. Still he wanted to be ready for anything...like his cellmate said. She did prepare him a bit...who knew what was to come.
Nicky smiled to herself as she watched the pretty boy called Oncie leave. She had ruined the Warden's newest pet. Nice touch on a bit of revenge for that motherfucker.
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