...

Steven didn't hear her question; all his attention was concentrated on an open door of the cell. "I have to get out from here. I have to get out from her hands. I'll come back in the afternoon and everything will be as it was the day before..." The woman in black latex has horrified him so much that Steven couldn't think sanely any more. Under other circumstances, in another place, in a strip club for example, she would seem very sexy to him (sexy, aggressive, temperamental women always raised him); but not now. Now he understood what this black latex clothes mean and future didn't please him, therefore the open door seem a rescue to him...

- Are you thinking about runaway? Vainly...

- I didn't think about that at all...

- Don't you dare to lie to me! I know what you're thinking about. Anybody hadn't run from this prison yet and you'll not become an exception.

Steven stood near the door and listened to her silent, grim voice.

- If you dare to cross the threshold of this cell, I'll call the wardens. They will get together all prisoners who would like to cum into any whole and they'll come into your cell one by one to fuck your ass until they tear it. Do you understand me?

- Yes, Lady Barton.

- Great. Close the door and come back on your place.

Steven closed the door and stood near the lattice some time being afraid to take his hand from it as if it was a lifebuoy ring for a drowning...

The wardress had pushed him.

- Come here, slave! You look so sexy in these clothes. You was born to be a slave and to submit my orders.

- I don't...

- Shut up, Steven! The real men never get in prison; they have enough brains to stay free even if they break the law every minute. And losers, like you, have to substitute their asses to anybody because they cannot protect themselves.

She turned him to her face.

- On your knees!

- I'll teach you to submit, I'll bring train the true slave from you. Everything that you need to know it that I'm your Mistress and you should obey me. I hate disobedient slaves, they irritate me. You know how malicious a woman can become when a man makes something wrong? Obey me and everything will be great.

The wardress has knelt also Steven felt that she was touching his anus.

- What for?..

- I want to explore your ass. Relax and you'll not feel the pain.

Her fingers massaged Steven's anus. He sat down a little and tried to relax but the pain didn't disappear.

- Get up!

Steven got up. Her fingers massaged his anus, her other hand caressed his balls. He couldn't understand what his feelings were. The pain mixed with any feeling of excitation and desire of something more.

- Is it pleasant for you?

- I... I don't know...

- It will be pleasant now.

Ms. Barton laid down on the floor.

Caress my pussy. You want to touch it. Am I right?

Steven caressed her pussy. It was damp and reacted on his each touch.

"I'm ready to be your slave up to my last day here and to do this every night. I'd become your slave with pleasure, in fact I'll have sex every night. Funny... Why the prisoners spoke about you with such fear?" Steven's thoughts changed each other... He was ready to penetrate her eeneo, his cock thrilled in impatience. Steven caressed her clit, Ms. Barton groaned...

- That's enough.

Steven was lost. "It can't be enough... It's not enough for me..."

The wardress got up. Black plastic dildo with belts was in her hand. Steven couldn't understand what it was for. Ms. Barton strapped dildo and knelt near Steven. And that moment Steven had understood what all that prelude meant... This dildo was for his ass! She, but not he, will fuck...

- Are you frightened? Suck it!

- But... I don't...

- Shut up and do what I order you!

Steven touched strapon dildo with his hand and then took it into his mouth. He felt the smack of plastic and sharp movements of Ms. Barton. She moved dildo deeper into his mouth.

- Suck it good!

Steven caressed strapon dildo with his lips and tongue. The fear made him to obey and to suck dildo.

The wardress laid down on the floor and moved her legs widely apart.

- Caress my dick and pussy.

She is crazy! A woman cannot feel satisfaction being strapped with dildo. It is impossible!.." Steven was wrong. Strapon dildo pleasantly massaged her clit, raising her up more and more. She caressed Steven's cock with her hand. Her fantasies brought her away from this poor cell to her gloomy dungeon. "Some day I'll take this slave to my dungeon and it will find out what real domination is. And now... "

- Get up!

- Yes...

- Yes, Lady Isabella. Repeat.

- Yes, Lady Isabella...

- You called me so while sleeping on the chair.

- I didn't sleep... I was thinking about our first meeting...

- I know. Get up!

Edward got up to her. As always, Isabella looked amazingly and very sexy. She looked like a real Mistress; however Edward always admired her skill to change her appearance.

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