Unknown - Framed and chained

"Yup, you'll be a high earner," he smiled. His hand slid into the jumpsuit and down between her legs, squeezing her bare pussy.

"Know how much money I can make off of this!" he grinned, squeezing her pussy hard.

She said nothing, just stood there, red faced and frightened.

"Guess how much," he leered.

She still said nothing and he tightened his grip on her pussy.

"Please," she gasped.

"Guess."

"I don't knooooooww," she moaned.

He loosened his grip but didn't take his hand off.

"Three… maybe four hundred thousand bucks a year," he grinned. "That's what I get from selling this." He gave her pussy another hard squeeze.

"Oowwwww!" she gasped, squirming helplessly as he pinched and squeezed her pussy pad.

He laughed and pulled his hand out, then spun her around and unlocked the handcuffs. He spun her back and stood back a little, still grinning.

Meghan rubbed her wrists and looked at him fearfully.

"You're gonna whore for me, work in strip clubs, do sex shows, make videos, and pose for pictures. You'll do it all and smile while you're doing it, or I'll whip the skin off your back and throw you in a shed down in the fields. Know what happens in the sheds!"

She shook her head, frightened.

"They tie you down on a dirty old mattress, arms and legs apart, then let the male prisoners at you. There's hundreds of 'em down there, all big and nasty and sweaty, and they'll fuck you raw, one after another after another, until you're unconscious. Ever wonder if you can be fucked to death! You can. I've seen it done."

He stepped forward threateningly. "You wanna try it!"

"No," she gulped.

"No, Sir!" he snapped.

"NO, Sir," she gasped.

"Then let me see you smile," he grinned.

She looked at him in shock.

"Smile," he glared.

She tried to smile but it was awfully hard, considering.

"You better become a better actress, slut, or you'll wind up in the sheds."

He went around the desk and sat down, then leaned back and put his hands behind his head.

"Stand up straight," he ordered.

She straightened her shoulders, her fear easily overriding her embarrassment now.

"Throw that chest out. Let me see those titties."

She stood as straight as she could, sniffling and fighting back tears.

"Walk back and forth in front of the desk. And do it with some grace. You're supposed to be a lady, remember."

It was bizarre walking back and forth like that, naked, especially in high heels, but she did it.

"Tun your back to me and bend way over," he ordered.

After all she had been through doing this didn't embarrass Meghan as it once would have. She even spread her legs without being told.

"Now I want you to reach between your legs and pry your pussy lips open," the warden said. "Let me see pink."

She was shocked by the request, but raised her hands and pushed them through her legs. She knew she had no choice in anything any more.

She eased her fingers into her pussy and gently pulled her cunt lips apart.

"Wider," he snapped.

She clenched her teeth as she pulled her pussy lips wider.

They stung and strained to close.

"Wider," he said.

"I… I can't," she gasped.

"I bet I can. Want me to try!" he snapped.

She groaned in pain as she eased her pussy lips just a little further apart, pulling hard with her fingers.

"Okay, stand up straight," he said.

She gasped and pulled her fingers out, then straightened up and turned around.

"Sit down in that chair there," he ordered, pointing to a hard, straight-backed chair before the desk.

Meghan said down, primly closing her legs.

"Don't sit like that. Sit like the slut you are," he sneered. "Drape your legs across the arms and slouch down."

Meghan slowly opened her legs, then, one at a time, draped them across the wooden arms.

"Slouch down more," he said.

She slumped lower, so he could see her pussy easily.

"Good. Now jerk off."

"What!" she gasped.

"Masturbate. I want to see ya masturbate!"

"I… but… why!"

"It's a major request for some of our customers. They like to see snotty girls jerk off for them. You'll be doing a lot worse before long, honey. You'll be fucking niggers on stage and sucking their donkey dicks, and you'll be doing fag acts with other girls, using dildos on each other while the crowd watches. If you're shy, you're sure gonna get it worked out of you."

She stared at him in stunned horror, unable to comprehend a life like that, the humiliation, the embarrassment and degradation.

"Go on, jerk off."

"I… I can't," she whimpered. "I can't do that stuff. I can't! I won't!"

She jerked her legs off the arms and jumped to her feet, then ran to the door. She tugged desperately on it, but it was locked.

She twisted around, staring at him in terror.

"Please! Please let me go! My parents will pay you money."

"Not nearly enough," he grinned, getting to his feet.

"Why are you doing this to me!?" she screamed.

"Because I can," he drawled, walking slowly over to her.

She cringed back against the door, then burst into tears. She clung to the doorknob, sobbing as she sank down onto her knees beside it, tears pouring down her face as the tall man stood over her and glared down.

"I've had girls gutted for trying to escape," he said. "You want to stay alive, slut, you'll do what you're told and be damned happy about it. Now get up and get over to that desk," he glared. "NOW!" he yelled.

Meghan cried out in fear, then, still sobbing, crawled to her feet and shuffled over to the desk.

He followed her.

"Bend over the desk," he ordered.

She bent over, her tears falling on the hard wood as the warden put a hand against the back of her head and shoved her down flat on the desk top.

"Now you gotta be punished," he sighed. "See what you're making me do!"

He caressed her round buttocks with his hand, then stood back to one side.

"I'm gonna have to cane that pretty little ass of yours, girl," he said. He went around to the other side of the desk and opened a drawer, taking out a long, thin, flexible cane, "You get twenty strokes if you don't move. Understand! Every time you move, you get another stroke. So if you keep jumping around this can go on till your ass is torn to pieces."

Me moved around behind her again and swished the cane through the air a few times.

"Every time the cane hits your ass, you're gonna thank me. Got that!"

"Got that!" he snapped.

"Ye… ye… yes," she whimpered.

"Let me hear you."

"Wha…"

"Let me hear you say thank you."

"Tha… thank youoooo," she whimpered.

"Thank you, Sir," he snapped.

"Thank you, s… Sir," she sobbed.

"Best remember that. If you forget, the stroke doesn't count and I'll have to do it again."

"Please don't hurt me," she wailed.

"Too late for that, baby. You should have thought of that before you tried to escape. Now remember, hold still, and thank me for every stroke."

He raised the cane, his eyes on her quivering little round behind, then swung it down. It hissed through the air, then struck her soft white flesh with a CRACK! of noise.

She screamed in shock as the pain tore through her ass. She jerked upright and twisted around violently, grabbing her aching ass and sobbing hysterically.

"Not only did you forget to thank me, but you moved," the warden chided her. "So that one don't count. Now lay back down and do what you're told."

"Please! Please don't!" she cried. "I'll do anything you want!"

"You'll do anything I want anyway," the warden smiled. "Now bend over the desk," he snarled.

Her sobs reached new strength as she slowly, hesitantly turned towards the desk again. Tears dribbled down her cheeks and fell to her breasts as the warden gripped her arm and roughly bent her across the desk again.