The Warden's Pets (Superjail!XLorax) | By : bloodrosered Category: +S through Z > Super Jail! Views: 1559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Oncie was lead into the elaborate office of the Warden. He smiled at his new pet, showing that gap in his teeth.
"Hello, my pretty pet," he croons softly. "Come..."
He holds out a black-gloved hand, gesturing next to his desk. Oncie keeps his head down, eyes on his shoes, feeling so sore and ashamed from what he did earlier with Nicky. Yet, he would get supplies from her...if she kept her word.
Once next to the Warden, he makes him kneel down so he is below his level. He lifts Oncie's chin, and stares adoringly creepy at the young boy. He strokes his hair like an owner would do so to a dog.
"Oh," he continues to croon soothingly. "You look so scared, my pretty little pet. Are you scared?"
"Y-yes," Oncie answers in a stammer.
It was only a second...then the Warden backhaded him, making him twist and fall to the floor. He looks up through his tousled bangs, confused with painful tears coming again. What had he done? The Warden is angry now.
"How DARE you defy me!" he hisses. "Who told you that you could talk?"
He grabs Oncie by the hair, starts beating his face with slaps. Then, drags Oncie towards a tub of water and shoves his head under, making him struggle. Yet, he had to remember what Nicky said: just obey. Then pulls him roughly by the hair, his scalp is painful now. He coughs and splutters as he's pulled back up.
"That'll teach you never to talk in my presence again, you defiant little pet!" the Warden says.
"I-I'm sorry," Oncie answers in a tremor.
Again his head is ducked under the water...then pulled back up.
"Did you not learn your lesson, you little shit?" he spat. "You don't talk unless I say so! Do you understand?"
Oncie is unsure if he should answer...afraid of what will happen. He lowers his head.
"Well, answer me!" he barked, making Oncie flinch. "I SAID do you understand, pet?"
"Y-yes, Warden," he stammers.
"Good boy," he croons soothingly, stroking his wet face. "You got the prettiest eyes, my little pet."
Oncie says nothing.
"Come, now, " he said. "It's time for your first paddling, my pet. Down with your pants and bend over my desk."
Oncie obeys, still wet and shivering. He waits for the Warden to return. He's holding a wooden paddle with holes in it that had a giant W. He's trembling, waiting to be spanked. But instead, the Warden starts caressing his ass.
"What a cute ass you have, my pet," he says. "So white...and unpunished...did your Mama not beat you as a child?"
Oncie is unsure to answer, but yes. She did when she felt like it. Mostly the beatings were from his brothers...they would rough him up at mealtime, leaving him hungry and eat all the food. Mostly his mother ignored him or teased him. His family did so too.
Before he knew it, he felt the harsh slap of the paddle on his bottom. He tried to remember what Nicky had told him earlier...keep tears and cries of pain to a limit...but he couldn't help it. He cried out...only to get paddled harder. The Warden was relishing it too, hearing this little pet's cries. He was noisy and weepy like a baby, defiant...but he liked that he cried.
He kept smacking Oncie's ass, turning it to a shade of red, making the W more visible. Soon, he stops and stares at his pet's raw ass.
"You like getting spanked, don't you, my pet?" the Warden says. "Say it!"
Oncie's lip is quivering. "Y-yes. I like getting spanked!"
"What a pretty ass you have now," he said. Then, touched the sore spot, digging his fingers into it.
"OW!" he cried out in pain. "It hurts!"
This time, his head is slammed on the desk; his gloved fingers curled roughly in Oncie's scalp, practically ripping his hair out.
"WHO TOLD YOU TO TALK?!" he screamed in his ear, making it ring.
Oncie whimpers, terrified. He made the Warden angry again. He had to talk to Nicky about this. She never said anything about not talking.
"You defiant little bitch," he hissed. "I expect you to be obedient! I'm going to paddle your skinny little ass so hard that you won't be able to sit down for a long time."
Then picks up the paddle and beats Oncie, making his ass so sore that he's sure blood is going to be drawn. Eventually the paddling recedes, his ass is stinging. Oncie is sobbing softly as possible...trying to keep it quiet, knowing the Warden relishes this.
The Warden lifts up Oncie's head, stroking it lovingly, staring at Oncie with those yellow glasses and a gap-toothed smile perversley.
"Now...did you learn your lesson, little pet?"
Oncie doesn't know if he should answer, but nods slowly in silence.
"Such a good pet," he trills adoringly. "What beautiful eyes you have...the wetness really brings them out." He wipes away the tears that are streaming down Oncie's face.
"Now get out," he hisses. "You bore me."
Oncie pulls up his pants, sore and humiliated. He wishes he could get out of here. Alice leads him back to his cell with Nicky. He finds her in just a white A-shirt, a pair of dog-tags hanging from her neck, folding her clothes.
Nicky turns her attention to her cellmate. Oh yea! He was beaten pretty badly. He was soaking wet too. She smirks with a snicker.
"So, how'd it go?" she asks.
"It was horrible," he said nearly crying. "He really hurt me."
"You talked, didn't you?" she said. She shakes her head with a smile. "Silly pretty boy. You NEVER talk to the Warden. That's why you're his pet: you're to be quiet and obedient."
"YOU NEVER SAID THAT!" he shouted angrily.
"Ooh!" Nicky says mockingly. "Someone just grew a pair of balls. I said be obedient. I thought I was very clear on that."
"I hate this place," he said. "I want to leave."
Nicky laughs. "Sweetheart, you can't leave. They won't let you go. You're trapped here. This is your hell on earth...or whatever we are."
Oncie sits on the bed...only to hiss in pain from his sore ass and can only lie down, curling up.
"Lemme see," said Nicky. "How bad did he beat you?"
Oncie is a bit scared.
"C'mon," she placates. "Lemme see."
Oncie turns on his stomach and he lowers his pants, showing her. Nicky grimaces with an inaudible 'ooh', seeing the red, blistered flesh on her cellmate's bottom.
"You must've really pissed him off," she said.
She gets up and wets a washcloth and gently places it on the raw flesh, making him flinch...but the coolness feels good there. He still didn't get why his cellmate was being nice to him. Like she said, she pitied him...she wasn't being nice. Yet, he didn't believe it.
"You really need to know how to survive in here," she said. "I'm gonna help you so you don't get ripped apart."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Like I said...I was like you once when I first came here," she replied simply.
"But...why are you in here? What did you do?"
"I killed 23 people," she said...the way she said it was like a fact. Cold. Hard.
Oncie gulped. So his cellmate had to be either a mass murderer OR a serial killer. He was scared.
"Anyway, I got your shit," she said.
"T-thank you," he replies, tearfully with gratefulness.
"Yea, yea. Manners don't really matter in here anyway. Only be polite to the kitchen staff. Don't EVER piss them off. If anyone asks how the food is, just answer 'it's fine'. You never know who works in the kitchen. You could end up going hungry. If you piss someone off, don't apologize. Find a way to make it up. Apologies are just words, they mean nothing in here. Also, NEVER talk to the guards. Everyone will think you're a snitch."
"O-OK," he said. "When is...mealtime?"
"Eh, should be soon. Then it's shower time. Remember what I told you before when you do. Keep your shit close. Also, if you need to use the shitter, take your pants off completely. You can run faster if a punk ass tries to rape you."
"OK. Good to know."
Oncie is started feeling better talking to his cellmate. He had to remember that his cellmate was there to give him advice, not be a friend.
It was announced that mealtime was here. Oncie, still sore from the abuse, got in line with a bleak looking tray, handed it to one of the kitchen staff. There was some kind of meal on it when his name was called. He said a quiet thank you, which the kitchen staff nodded silently. He walked away, looking for a place to sit. The mess hall was filled with scary looking thugs of all shapes and sizes."Move, bitch!" said someone behind him, shoving him, making him drop his tray.
There was laughter when Oncie found his food on the ground.
"C-could I get another?" he asked the kitchen staff.
"Move along, dumb ass!" was the only reply he got.
Oncie sighed. He was going to either have to eat his food off the ground...or go hungry. He was used to going hungry. But he was starving. He picked up his food off the ground and placed it back on his tray
"FLOOR LICKER!" someone shouted.
There were roars of laughter from the men and chants of 'floor licker', 'dog', and other assorted names he was called. Oncie lowered his head, flushed. Some of the men threw food at him.
"C'mon over here, Pretty Boy," called Nicky. She was laughing a little.
Oncie sat with Nicky. At least he felt safe with her. They were in a small corner. He looked at his ruined food, sick that he had to eat it, but it was better than going hungry. He was used to this.
"Good choice," Nicky said. "Better to eat on the floor than have nothing. Forget about eating out of the trash. You'll just get picked on even more."
Oncie ate his dinner, which looked like chicken, pudding, and some kind of sloppy mac and cheese. Boring looking. It made him a bit sick though, looking at it. Oncie and his cellmate ate in silence.
"So, how come I don't get a new tray?"
"Hey, that's just how it is, Pretty Boy," she said. "You only get one meal. You have no rights. You lost 'em once you got here."
Oncie ate his food. He stared at the dog-tag necklace on Nicky's neck.
"W-were you in the military?" he asks tentatively.
She looks at her dog-tags and tucks them further into her jump suit, silently. Her eyes are white hot with anger and disgust. Oncie gulps, afraid that the girl will beat him up. The girl senses he's about to apologize.
"Don't apologize," she said. "And to answer your question, I don't want to talk about it."
"It's not just that...I saw you had a tattoo of them on your arm as well."
"Yea. A stupid part of my past I wish to forget. It was stupid of me to get it in the first place."
"D-do I have to get any tattoos? I mean..I know they do that in prison...sometimes."
"If you wanna be part of a gang, then yes. But I don't recommend it. You're better off being your on your own. You don't want to be someone's bitch. You're already the Warden's. So if you're a bitch to two people, then you're screwed. If someone asks, just say no. Not even a 'no thanks'. Just a cold blunt 'no'. That's the way these guys respond. Most of them are dumb and child-like. They won't respond to politeness. Also, NEVER call ANYONE a 'punk' or a 'bitch'. You'll just piss them off."
"Good to know. Thanks...Irish Rage."
Nicky just smiles. "Y'welcome, Pretty Boy."
"You can just call me by my real name."
"Nah, Pretty Boy seems to suit you."
Oncie blushes.
It was shower time. Oncie was nervous. He was scared and still sore. He tried to remember everything Nicky had told him about surviving in prison. Keep your shit close. Don't bend over in the shower if you drop the soap.There were individual stalls, thankfully. There were plastic curtains nearly falling off. It smelled stale and like men, urine. Oncie undressed in the shower, hanging his clothes nearby along with his towel. He saw a few men, muscled and tough looking, some had tattoos...there were even a few inmates who were having sex, oral and anal. He tried not to stare, feeling uncomfortable. He didn't want to get raped in here...he didn't see Nicky anywhere, but he had to know that she couldn't protect him when he was alone.
"Well, well, WELL," said a huge, redhaired inmate. "If it isn't the pretty boy."
He smirked, looking over a naked Oncie, who was shrinking, scared.
"What a cute little boy you are," he said. "I'd like to pound your cute little ass..."
"N-no thanks," he said trembling.
"Aw, this one's a shy one. C'mere you."
He grabbed Oncie by the shoulder and started touching him, he recoiled away, backed into a corner.
"Lemme see that cute ass!"
He was forced to be turned around. He was grappling Oncie's sore ass, the blisters were exploding that he nearly screamed. Then, he felt his cheeks being stretched, feeling a harsh point near his hole...Oncie was trembling, tears flooding...
"Let him go!" said a mean voice, shoving the inmate off Oncie. It was Nicky. She looked like a dog fiercely protecting its owner. Her eyes were cold.
"Oh, and what are you gonna do about, Irish?" the big one said.
"Back off. This one is mine."
"Funny, Mick, I didn't think you were into pretty boys."
"Watch it, Big Red!" she growled, her face turning red. "I said this one is mine."
"Well, I like pretty boy here."
Nicky sort of calmed down, staring at Big Red. "OK then. I'm sure the Warden won't be too happy when he finds out someone has been playing with his toys."
Big Red scoffed. "Like I give a shit what the Warden thinks."
"Fine then. I'll play with your toys...how 'bout I play Fisty then? I'm sure we could work something out."
Oncie was scared. Was Nicky really going to do this? He shouldn't have trusted her.
"NO!" shouted Big Red. "You can't play with Fisty! He's mine!"
"Well, now. See? You don't like it when someone plays with your toys. So, you don't play with mine. I don't play with yours. And I'm staking my claim with Pretty Boy...so I say, he's mine."
"Fine, Fire Bush. I won't..."
Suddenly, there was a shriek of rage and Oncie saw Nicky was pummelling this big guy with her fists, knocking teeth out, clawing and pounding his face. The other inmates backed away as they watched the tiny girl pulverize Big Red. So this is why they called her Irish Rage.
"OK! OK! Rage! I give! I give!"
Nicky climbed up on her feet, her fists drenched with blood. She looked at the men who were shrinking away. Big Red was crawling away, spitting teeth out.
"Let that be a lesson to you all," she said to the men. "If ANY of you insult my heritage again, I collect your fucking teeth...JUST like this motherfucker here!" She pointed to a pulverized Big Red with a bloody fist. Then paused to look at the men. "Does ANYONE have ANYTHING else they'd like to add? NOW IS THE FUCKING TIME!" she shrieked at them; daring these dumb inmates to defy her.
No one spoke a word; the only sound that could be heard was the running water from the showers.
"I didn't think so," she said with coldness with icy eyes slit. "Good. Now all of you remember...if ANY of you touch Pretty Boy...you will lose a testicle next. I can promise you that. Understood?"
They nodded.
"C'mon, Pretty Boy," she said, helping him up. "You can shower with me."
Oncie was uncomfortable, but he felt safe with Nicky. He knew he couldn't trust anyone but himself...but Nicky was the only person who was the Warden's pet. She was teaching him to survive in his new home.
"I-I won't look, I promise," he said.
Nicky just shrugs and strips. He's in the shower with a naked girl, completely uncomfortable. He can't help but look at some of her features. Nice tits with cafe-au-lait nipples. A bush of dark hair, curvy hips, a round ass. Muscled legs and arms. He keeps his eyes away from Nicky's features.
They take turns using the shower. The water is freezing cold, making Oncie shiver. His ass is sensitive to the streaming water, but feels soothing. He's blushing.
"What?" Nicky says. "You look like you've never seen a naked woman before."
"I-I haven't," he admitted.
"Well, get used to it, Pretty Boy. We're gonna be sharing a cell together. You're gonna see me naked plenty of times...and vice versa."
"I'll try not to look..." he said.
"Well, thanks. I appreciate your discretion, but that's long gone now that we're in the shower together."
Oncie gulped. "Thanks...for what you did earlier..."
"Don't mention it...ever. You can't be a pussy in here. You need to fight back with these dumb asses. Remember what I said. You need to be more assertive. I can't protect your ass all the time. I mean I could...for a price."
Oncie sighs. He needed protection. Prison was like the businessworld: everything came with a price.
"Am I going to have to be your bitch?" he asked.
"You're already my bitch. I just staked my claim with these punks. But you have your own free will. I'm not going to control you like these other bitches in here. Now suck or fuck?"
"Fuck," he replies careless.
"Better make it quick. Showers are limited."
She presses the young man against the wall, sucking his neck, licking and nibbling his ears...getting him hard again, stroking him at first. Next, he sees she's pleasuring herself, turning off the shower. It's cold, but the warmth of her body and breath feels good on his water-beaded skin.
"Go ahead," she says.
His hands are shaking, unsure of what to do. Nicky decides...fuck it. Teach this virgin a few tricks. She takes his hand and guides it between her legs...she's wet already, show this pretty boy a thing or two.
Oncie looks so bewildered as he touches this new thing, a bit unfamiliar with it. Nicky's hands just keep guiding him. If what he observed was correct, the nub he's stroking is a good thing for Nicky. He plunges two fingers inside Nicky. It's hot, silken and tight! So this is what it's like...touching a woman.
Nicky just keeps sucking his neck, leaving a hickey. She wraps a leg around his slender waist, guiding his hardness inside her and fucks him there. Of course, Oncie never imagined his first time would be in prison...with a female inmate. Yet, still...might as well get it over with. Who knew what the Warden would make him do?
Still...it feels good! A woman feels good on him! Tight, wet, and warm. His eyes close and his mouth opens. Though he's aware he's being used, he can't help but admit it feels good! He feels her pleasuring herself right on him, feeling the radiating waves right on his cock! Shit!
He presses his cheek into Nicky, breathing heavily, moaning as she keeps stroking herself AND his cock at the same time, smelling her. She smells of soap, clean and water. Nicky smells him: very clean...virginal...it's quite intoxicating.
"SHIT! I'm coming!" he moans in her ear. Then he grunts, releasing inside her, spilling his hot seed, shuddering hard.
Next she comes...stiffening...he feels her pussy...it's like fireworks going off on him...then he feels her biting into his shoulder. It hurts a bit, but he's her bitch. Might as well get used to it.
She hops off of him.
"Well, let's get to bed, Pretty Boy," she says. "Don't expect me to cuddle either."
"I won't," he said.
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