Warden gives instructions

“Officer Indigo, take our new slut to the showers. Watch her.” I watched a nasty grin formed on the warden’s pretty face. “Make sure she washes everything well.”

Both women laughed at me as I lay on the table, still quivering from the orgasm they had **** upon me.

“When she is finished with her shower, take her to the infirmary and let the doc exam her. We want to be sure everything is where it should be and is all nice and clean and healthy.”

The warden reached over taking my right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She began to gently pull it and twist it until she pulled an involuntary moan from my throat, then she pulled and twisted it harder.

“Listen to her, Indigo. Listen to the little slut. She wants more. Don’t you?” She looked down into my eyes, smiling. Her fingers tormenting my nipple.

“Please, Warden . . .” I looked up at her, my eyes begging her to stop even as my left nipple had gotten painfully hard without a single finger touching it. “Please . . .”

“Please what, whore? Please hurt you some more? I would love to.”

Her other hand grabbed my left nipple and she began twisting and pulling so hard she lifted my upper body off the table.

“Please make you moan and beg? I would love that too?” Pulling even harder. Stretching my nipples unnaturally long. And I did beg. Again and again, I begged her to please stop. It only seemed to make her more determined, as her eyes had a wild kind of fire behind them. A need for something I was just beginning to understand.

“Please make you scream and cum for me again? Make you my hot, little pain slut? Why, thank you for asking!”

She laughed a mean laugh, easing up on my nipples for a second before she yanked them so hard I was afraid she would pull them off. I came up off the table again as my body exploded in another long, hard, painful orgasm. Each time it started to ease, she would pull or twist my nipples again, bringing on another wave.

The warden and intake officer laughed as they **** one orgasm after another from my tortured body. Just as I thought I would faint from the intensity of it all, the warden released my nipples and I fell back to the table.

“The next time wait until you are spoken to, slut. Otherwise, you might get something you really do not want. Do you understand?”

I was exhausted and afraid to open my mouth again. She slapped my face twice, and then leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

“That was a question, slut. When you are asked a question, you will answer. Do . . . you . . . understand?”

She slapped me once more before I could **** out a “Yes, Warden. I understand.”

“Good. It is important to understand your place. It will keep you out of trouble.”

She flicked my aching, still-hard nipple, reminded Office Indigo to take me to the showers then the infirmary, and turned on her heel and left.

“Get off the table, slut. We’re going to the showers!”