The Warden

*written by slave alicks*

In the penal system it is not uncommon for strong feelings and a relationship to develop between a jailer and a prisoner, the emotional connection often begins with compassion for the plight of the servile prisoner and through shared experience a relationship may form, however in this case the connection is one of a D/s type dynamic where the suffering of another is the catalyst for emotion.

In this story the jailer is the FEM and the prisoner is the male, she is well built and strong, her disposition is stern and reserved...he is lean and tough...

She is a senior warder with significant influence, she has seen a great many injustices and administered many beatings.

She wields her power with discretion and she enjoys her position...

There is a significant under current of homo-erotic violence present within the walls of the prison, both from the guards and the prisoners...the threat of rape and torture is ever present...when she witnesses such scenes she blends into the background...her dark smouldering eyes capturing every moment and indiscretion. 

There is a hard core of ruthless prisoners that control the prison, they enjoy they're privileged position with her consent...they do not understand her motives but they respect her integrity.

With the aide of this influence she holds her position of power over all that inhabit her domain, including the other guards and administrators.

She enjoys seeing prisoners being broken and sent to the solitary confinement cells...it is here that she exerts her real presence!

On arrival at the cells the prisoner is stripped and beaten...hosed down with cold water and put in wrist and ankle cuffs.

She watches from above and directs the male guards to inflict her will...

Finally...the prisoner is left to suffer in the silence and darkness of the cell.

She later returns to "Check" on the prisoners...and test their resistance...

It was during this time that a certain prisoner had caught her eye...he was strong and determined...he had suffered at their hands but was determined to survive....he fought his way to her heart...he had no idea of the reaction that his struggle instilled in her...she was aroused by his toughness...his lean muscular body and his striking blue eyes...

Then...after a particularly brutal beating the prisoner was sent to the cells for some "Counselling".

Whilst in her care they formed a bond...as he lay naked and chained on the cold concrete floor, she stood over him and smoked her cigarette...she knelt down and caressed his brow before pressing his head into the floor...he struggled against her force, but she was intense...she slapped him across the face and spat in his mouth...she used him as her ashtray and subjected him to many painful and degrading experiences...

She accused him of abusing her and instructed the guards to restrain him...as she approached him, she did not look upon him...she stood just inches from him...her breath caressing his face...she drove her knee in to his groin...he slumped in agony and cried...she punched him in the stomach and he dropped to the floor...she then proceeded to kick him as he struggled...

She later returned to comfort her helpless prisoner...as he huddled in the corner she became aroused...her commanding presence instilled fear in this man...she removed her baton from its holster and proceeded with caution...she proclaimed that there were two options available...he could accept her advances or suffer the consequences.

With swift and brutal  force she attacked him...his hands bound by the steel restraints...she pinned him to the floor and raped him with her baton...

She had shown her true colors...her penchant for the perverse...and he had passed her assessment for a suitable match.

During the coming months she was promoted to Warden, with this position she was entitled to administer significant privileges...but as with everything in this life, there was a cost.

She protected him from the general population and secured his affections...with time he began to crave her sadistic touch...

When finally his parole hearing was due, he confessed to her that with no fixed address there would be little chance of his release.

She decided to accept his servitude in return for his release.

On the day of the hearing it was decided that the prisoner would be released in to the custody of the Warden, he would be required to adhere to strict regulations as set down by the board and any failure to comply would result in a return to the general population to serve out the rest of his sentence.

He was humbled by her charity and devoted in his service. 

When they arrived at her residence it was dark...it was a remote location not far from the prison...there was a small stone cottage with a stable at the rear...

The prisoner was left bound in steel shackles and locked in a cage...the Warden enquired as to why the prisoner had consented to such an agreement...was he sure that this life would be any better than that left behind...with time there would be answers to this question and more...

It was a cold night spent locked in the stables...the prisoner was hungry and scared...as he checked his surroundings he saw implements of punishment and evidence of cruelty...there was a bull whip coiled on the wall and a branding iron resting by the furnace...where was he and what had he done...

When the Warden returned to inspect her prisoner she informed him that this was in fact a working farm and that he would be required to work for his living...there were horses to be fed and stables to be mucked out...there were grounds to be kept and domestic services to be attended to.

But firstly...the prisoner would be inducted in to her realm...starting with the stables...she instructed him to muck out the stables and that she would be back to inspect his work...he labored for an hour shoveling shit and mounding it in the corner...he remained naked and shackled...beads of sweat ran down his back...when she returned, she stood in the doorway and cast a shadow over his world...she took the whip from the wall and uncoiled it in her hand...she wore riding boots and leather gloves...she cracked the whip and instructed him to stand in the corner by the dung...he turned his back and complied with her instruction...she beat him with her whip until he collapsed to his knees...it was then that she relented...as she approached him she kicked him between his legs and forced him into the pile of excrement...she knelt in his back and told him that this was now his place...he was nothing more than an animal that would be kept in the stables and broken by her hand... 

From this torment there would be no release...no privilege or favor...only punishment and pain...