The robots line up all the prisoners again the wall in front of you. Amongst the prisoners are Tiffany, Abby, Melina, Lydia, and Kate, standing lined up against the wall. Presenting them to you as the new manager

Abby looks at you displeased. Abby: What ever.

Tiffany bites her lip in anticipation. Tiffany: This is exiting.

Melina stands with her arms crossed looking away angerly, completely ignoring you.

Lydia is nervously holding her shoulder while looking into the ground, hoping that no one while notice her. Whispering to herself Lydia: Please don't look this way...

Kate looks at you unimpressed while pushing her glasses up with her index thinger. Kate: Humph.

Melina snickers to herself. Melina: Puffh, is this wimp really going to be our manager?

Melina spins around angrily, face red with anger. Her fists clench at her sides and she glares at you hatefully. She takes a step forward, looming over you threateningly. The other prisoners watch this unfold, unsure of what to expect from the confrontation between Melina and the new manager

Melina: You little bitch... who do you think you are?! You can't talk to me like that! I'll fucking kill you! She advances even closer, one hand raised, her muscles tense as if ready to strike

Melina's face pales as she freezes in fear, her hand dropping to her side. She takes a step back, cowering slightly. "Y-You wouldn't... you can't..." she whispers hoarsely. Her eyes dart nervously between you and the gun.

The other prisoners look shocked by Melina's reaction; it's clear that no one had expected this outcome. Lydia visibly shrinks further into herself, seeming to think that the new manager might turn on her next. Tiffany looks pleased with the show of dominance and begins to circle around you, anticipating what will happen next. Abby folds her arms across her chest again but can't hide the hint of respect now visible in her expression. Kate glares at Melina even more angrily, as if daring her to step out of line again.

"You all need to

Tiffany grins widely at you, obviously enjoying the display of dominance. "Oh yeah, we'll be real good for ya," she says with a wink and sways her hips suggestively. Abby scowls but remains silent for now; it seems that Tiffany's words have caught her attention in an unexpected way. Melina glares at Tiffany hatefully but wisely keeps quiet, knowing better than to provoke either you or the confident blonde any further. Lydia nods nervously, looking a mixture of relieved and terrified. Kate huffs, rolling her eyes as if this whole situation is beneath her dignity.

Melina grinds her teeth, knowing that she needs to play nice if she wants things to go back to the way they were before this new manager came in. With a sigh of defeat, she mutters, "Yeah, I'm sorry," not meeting any of your eyes as she does so. Tiffany laughs lightly at her submission and pats Melina on the shoulder condescendingly. The other inmates disperse after exchanging brief glances with one another, each weighing their options carefully under the new regime. Kate shakes her head disapprovingly as she walks away, leaving only you, Melina and Tiffany remaining in front of you.

Melina's eyes narrow at your words, understanding the underlying threat in them. She swallows hard and looks away, hoping that you can't tell how much she enjoyed being dominated just now. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't do it again."

Tiffany giggles nervously at the tension between you and Melina, still not quite sure what to make of the situation. She leans closer to Melina, putting an arm around her shoulders in a half-hearted show of solidarity. "It's okay, babe," she whispers into Melina's ear. "We all get a little hotheaded sometimes."

Melina's jaw tightens and she glares at Tiffany before quickly turning her head back towards you. "Thank you, sir," she says through gritted teeth as if forcing the words out. Her voice is tense with anger and resentment. With a final glance in Tiffany's direction, Melina stomps off down the hallway, clearly not happy about how things have turned out so far.

"Well," Tiffany says with a little laugh, "I guess that went okay enough, right?" She looks up at you expectantly, her eyes bright and hopeful.

Tiffany's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden question. "Well... yeah. I mean, that's how I got into this mess in the first place." She shrugs nonchalantly and flashes you a seductive smile. "But hey, it pays the bills, right?"

There's a moment of uncomfortable silence as Tiffany waits for your response. Her confidence seems to fade slightly under your gaze, making her fidget with her fingers.

Tiffany's shoulders slump slightly as she realizes that her attempt at flirting didn't work on you. "Okay..." she says quietly, turning to walk away. "I guess I better... get back to my cell then." As she walks down the hallway, she can't help but feel a bit disappointed and confused by your reaction. She hoped that being in prison might lead to some new opportunities, but it seems like things are going to stay pretty much the same around here.

Kate looks up from where she's been sitting at her tiny desk, her fingers lazily playing with a pen. "Oh, it's you," she says disdainfully, not bothering to mask the sneer in her voice. Her glasses slide down her nose slightly as she glances over your form and up to meet your gaze before tucking them back into place. She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, clearly not interested in making this any easier for you than it needs to be. "What do you want, warden?" she asks dismissively, already sure that whatever it is, it won't be anything good.

"Oh?" Kate drawls, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "And what would those measures be exactly? I can assure you that I'm not afraid of a little competition." She leans back against the hard wall of her cell, unimpressed by your thinly veiled threat. "Besides," she adds with a chuckle, "I hardly think you'd want to make an enemy out of me."

Despite herself, Kate can't help but feel a tiny stab of nervousness at the idea of facing off against someone who clearly has more power in this prison than she does. Her fingers idly stroke the fabric of her thin blanket as she ponders your words and wonders what the new manager might do if push came to shove.

Kate snorts in amusement before letting out a sarcastic little laugh. "Oh really? That's quite the list you've got there," she says, shaking her head slowly. "I suppose we'll just have to see how committed you are to enforcing it." She narrows her eyes and leans forward slightly, studying your reaction. Her fingers drum idly against the desk, thinking through potential strategies for dealing with this new situation.

"But," she continues after a moment, "I'm willing to make you an offer." Pausing dramatically, Kate meets your gaze, her expression calculating and cold. "You leave me alone, I won't cause you any more trouble. We can all just... coexist peacefully in our little prison paradise," she says with a mockingly sweet smile. "Of course, there might be the occasional... misstep on my part. But nothing serious

"Hmph," Kate snorts, obviously caught off guard by your counteroffer. "I hardly think that's necessary," she says dismissively, looking down her nose at you. "But if it makes you feel better..." She pauses for a moment, considering the potential benefits of such an arrangement. "...alright then." She glances away briefly, adjusting her glasses before meeting your gaze once more. "Just try not to make it too... awkward or anything."

Her tone is matter-of-fact and cold, but there's a hint of reluctant acceptance in it as well. Perhaps she realizes that she'll have to work harder now to keep control over the other inmates - or maybe she's simply curious about what you'll do next. Either way, this new development promises to make things interesting around here... and not just between them.

Kate narrows her eyes as she studies your outstretched hand before slowly reaching forward to take it. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, not bothering to hide the resentment in her voice. "We'll see how long this little arrangement lasts." She leans back against the desk, folding her arms beneath her breasts again as she watches you carefully from behind her glasses. "But," she adds with a malicious glint in her eye, "if I were you, I'd be careful about getting too close to me. People might talk..."

"I didn't choose this life," Abby snarls, her eyes narrowing at you accusingly. "But I made the best of it." She paces back and forth in front of her cell door, hands clenched into fists at her sides. "And if it means surviving in this hellhole, then so be it." Her words are laced with defiance, but there's an undercurrent of fear running through them as well.

"I used to have a normal life," she continues softly, almost to herself. "Now look at me... trapped here, surrounded by animals like Tiffany and Melina." Her face twists in disgust at the mention of their names. "But I'll find a way out of this... even if it kills me trying."

Abby looks up at you, surprised by your offer of help. There's a flicker of hope in her eyes before she quickly schools it into a more neutral expression. "I can take care of myself," she says stiffly, crossing her arms over her chest. "But thank you... for the offer."

The tension seems to ease between you for a moment as she considers your words. Maybe there's something here she could use... some allies in this prison where everyone is out only for themselves. But at what cost? Would aligning herself with someone like you simply be trading one set of problems for another? Abby shakes her head, not entirely sure what to think or feel about any of it.

"Yeah..." Abby murmurs, still unsure. She turns away from you and paces back to her bunk, sitting down with a sigh. "I'll keep that in mind," she says at last, not meeting your gaze.

"Hm?" Lydia looks up from where she huddles in the corner of her cell, eyes darting nervously between you and the door. "Who-who are you?" She sounds terrified but tries to keep her voice down so as not to attract attention.

Lydia's eyes go wide with fear as she realizes who you are and what your role in this prison is. "I-I didn't do anything! I swear!" She buries her face in her hands, trembling all over. "Just let me stay out of trouble and you won't hear from me again... please?"

Her words tumble out in a rush, barely audible over the quiet hum of the ventilation system. Looking at her small frame shaking with fear, you can't help but wonder how she ended up here in the first place... and if there's anything you can do to help her survive.

Lydia shrinks back into the corner, tears streaming down her face. "I-I don't want to talk about it!" she sobs, curling up tighter as if trying to make herself smaller. "Just leave me alone!" Her voice is high and desperate, clearly terrified of what will happen if you find out more about her past.

You can see the anguish in her face as she begs for mercy, but you know that this is a part of your job now - to get the truth from these women, no matter how much it hurts them or makes you uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, you step forward and kneel beside Lydia's trembling form.

"I'm sorry," you say gently, "but I need to know what happened. If there's something I can do to help..." You trail off, hoping that she'll be willing

Tiffany glances up at you warily when she hears you enter the room, her brow furrowed with suspicion. "What do you want now?" she asks defiantly, trying to project more confidence than she feels. "I told you everything I know about Melina."

She crosses her arms over her chest protectively, keeping one hand hidden underneath as if afraid you might try to snatch it away. Her eyes dart back and forth between you and the door, searching for any sign of danger or an opportunity to escape.

"Well, duh," Tiffany drawls, rolling her eyes. "What did you expect? That I'd just let someone like you take control over me without putting up a fight?" She pouts prettily and narrows her eyes, trying to look as sultry and alluring as she possibly can. "So what are you going to do about it, huh?"

Her hand slowly emerges from underneath her arm, sliding along the edge of the bed until it's clasped around one of the metal bars, gripping it tightly as if prepared for a struggle. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each nervous breath she takes.

Tiffany eyes you suspiciously but doesn't push it further. "Fine, if that's what you want," she says, looking away and rolling her shoulders. "But don't say I didn't warn you." She tilts her chin up defiantly, even though her heart is hammering in her chest from fear and anticipation of your touch.

Tiffany's breath catches in her throat as your hand brushes through her hair and over her chest. "I... I don't know," she manages to say, her voice shaking slightly despite her efforts to sound calm and confident. "Like twenty, maybe? Some of them were just flings but some of them..." Her words trail off as your touch sends a wave of pleasure through her body. "Tell you what," she whispers, biting her lower lip and leaning into your touch, "if I tell you about all of them, will you...? You know." She gives your crotch an experimental nudge with the heel of her hand, grinning cheekily up at you.

Well...if it means I get to enjoy your company a little more than the others, I suppose I can put up with that, Tiffany thinks to herself as she lies back on the bed. She crosses her arms beneath her breasts again, but now there's a satisfied smirk on her face instead of a defiant pout. You could almost believe she enjoys this kind of power struggle, being able to play both sides against each other.

"Alright then," she says with a mocking little laugh, "you win this round." Her gaze flickers downward briefly before meeting your eyes again, challenge and defiance mixing together in her expression. "But don't think you can just ignore everyone else. We all have our own wants and needs here, even if some of us are more... outspoken about them than others."

She tilts her head to the side, studying your reaction as she tests the

"Hmph," Melina mutters, her eyes glancing away. "Don't think I've forgotten anything." She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, trying to keep up the tough-girl front even though she can feel your gaze on her skin. "You'd better watch yourself, though," she warns quietly, looking back at you from beneath lowered lashes. "There's only so much of this I can take before I snap."

Her words are whispered almost too softly to be heard, but the threat is clear nonetheless. Melina isn't one to back down easily, and she isn't going to let anyone push her around without a fight. Not even you.

"Gladly," Melina says through gritted teeth, her eyes fixed on a point above your shoulder as she clenches her fists at her sides. "But make it quick and painless." She sighs heavily, then closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again, looking you in the eye with renewed defiance. "Just don't expect me to thank you for it."

Her jaw tightens as she waits for whatever punishment you have in mind, bracing herself both mentally and physically against the onslaught of humiliation and pain that she knows is coming her way. But despite everything, there's still a small part of her that refuses to give up hope - or surrender completely to your control.

Melina gasps and clenches her eyes shut as you release her, tears trickling down her cheeks. Her chest heaves with rapid breaths for several moments before she finally manages to force out a shaky sigh. "Thanks," she says grudgingly, not looking at you as she wipes at her face with the back of one hand. "Guess I owe you one."

There's a momentary flicker of something like gratitude in her eyes before it's quickly replaced by suspicion and hostility once more. She crosses her arms defiantly, determined not to let you see how much this ordeal has affected her. But even so, there's no doubt that Melina is still a wildcard in your newfound game of power and control over the prison population.

Kate's eyes narrow suspiciously as you enter the room, her body tensing in anticipation of your approach. "You think I have a choice?" she snaps, not bothering to hide the anger and resentment in her voice. "You got me good, and everyone knows it." She glances away, crossing her arms over her chest as if trying to protect herself from you both physically and emotionally.

"But," she continues after a moment's pause, "you're going to have to make this worth my while." Her gaze flickers back to yours, challenging and defiant. "I'm not just some cheap whore you can use whenever you want. You'll need to give me something in return for putting up with your little games."

The mention of her favorite pleasure center elicits a small smile from Kate. "Well..." she begins hesitantly, "you could maybe let me have some more freedom around here... access to a phone or something." She bites her lip, considering the offer. "Or perhaps some kind of special treatment when no one's looking...?" Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the possibility hanging in the air between you like a promise.

Her eyes flicker downward, taking in your reaction to her demands. She knows she has the upper hand here, and she intends to use it to her advantage. Even if it means playing along with your twisted game of power and control for now.

Kate's eyes widen in surprise at your claim, and she can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. "Is that so?" She leans forward slightly, curiosity getting the better of her despite herself. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that." There's a hint of challenge in her voice as she meets your gaze defiantly.

She straightens, moving away from the bars of her cell and placing her hands on her hips. Even though she knows she's playing into your hands, there's something thrilling about having even this little bit of power over you. It makes her feel alive in a way that being completely dominated never could.

With a small nod, Kate gives you permission to continue. She closes her eyes, bracing herself against the bed as you begin to touch her in ways she's only dreamed of since being thrown into this nightmare of a prison. Her body responds instinctively to your touch, arching and twisting under your ministrations as pleasure washes over her like a tidal wave.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into the thin mattress beneath her as she tries not to make too much noise. But even through clenched teeth, a moan of ecstasy manages to slip out as you work your magic on her body. She can't help but wonder what else you might be able to do, how far you're willing to go to ensure that she obeys your every command... and if there will ever come a time when she can finally break free from this tw

Kate's cries echo through the room as her body trembles with release. Her fingers claw at your shoulders, digging in painfully as she arches her back and throws her head back in ecstasy. She can feel every movement of your tongue on her sensitive skin, each flick sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her entire body.

As the intensity of the sensations peak, she twists her hips helplessly against you, unable to resist any longer. Finally, her body quivers and shudders, spent from its climax. Panting heavily, she glances up at you with red-rimmed eyes. "That was... different," she murmurs faintly, her voice hoarse from exertion. "You're good." Her lips curl into a knowing smirk as she takes in the satisfied expression on your face.

For now, it seems she has given you what you wanted

Kate watches you intently, her expression unreadable as she weighs the possibility of giving in to your request once more against her desire for freedom and control. Finally, with a slow nod, she concedes. "Alright," she says softly, breath hitching in anticipation. "But just this one more time." She bites her lip, looking up at you through her lashes.

Her legs spread involuntarily, offering herself to you as an invitation to continue. Despite her reservations and lingering defiance, there's a part of her that can't help but crave the release your expert tongue provides.

Kate laughs softly at your words, the sound tinged with both amusement and challenge. "Oh, I think you've gotten pretty good at that," she says as she shifts her weight from foot to foot, rocking her hips slightly in anticipation. "But I suppose we can always find ways to improve." She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, their eyes locked in a silent contest of wills as she wonders how much further she's willing to push this particular boundary.

Kate arches her back as your tongue finds its target, her breath coming in ragged gasps that echo through the room. Her hands fist in the sheets on either side of her, digging in painfully as pleasure overwhelms her senses. She moans loudly, rocking against your fingers buried deep inside her, desperate for release but unwilling to give up control entirely just yet.

Her eyes squeeze shut, teeth gritted as she tries to keep from crying out too loudly. This game of dominance and submission is beginning to feel less like a game, more like an addiction... one that threatens to consume her if she isn't careful. But for now, she revels in the power she has over you through your physical responses, even as you hold her captive with your mouth and fingers.

Kate's body is shuddering and limp with exhaustion as you finally pull away. Her eyes flutter open, focusing on the ceiling above her as she catches her breath in ragged gasps. She swallows hard, feeling a strange emptiness spread through her as she realizes that the pleasure has faded along with the taste of your mouth on her skin.

For now, she's had enough. Sitting up slowly, she smoothes down her skirt and adjusts her bra, doing her best to look presentable once more despite the lingering heat in her cheeks. "Well," she manages between ragged breaths, "I suppose that was... interesting." Her voice trails off as she meets your gaze, studying you for any signs of what this might mean for her future in the prison.

Despite everything, there's still a tiny part of her that hopes