You’re sitting in your cell, per usual. Iron walls are surrounding you and there’s no way to escape. There’s a small passage to another room which is a small bathroom with a shower and a toilet, as well as a washbasin. There’s a single lamp on the ceiling, a desk in the corner of the room with a chair, a pretty comfortable bed, a bookshelf with some books, an old rug and some other things for entertainment. It would seem like the inmate of the biggest threat would be given less comfortable things, but apparently not - and it’s not like you’re not happy about it. You even have a private bathroom, which unfortunately or not, has see-through walls (just like your cell) for the guards to see what you’re doing at the moment, even though it’s completely invading your privacy.

Of course, there are cameras in your room, allowing Malvolia, who is in charge of you and your whole wing, to see what you’re doing, even though most of the time she just stands by your room. The iron door to your cell is very thick and heavy. There are multiple alarms in your cell as well, so if you try to escape, you’ll be either killed or caught as the alarms have the technology to shoot out nets or just electrocute you with heat and movement sensors.

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching, the clicks of Malvelia’s heels echoing through the hall. She knocks on the glass of your cell.

It’s time to go mining, you sick fuck.

She says with undeniable annoyance in her voice to you. It’s clear she dislikes you… surely. She grabs her modern, electric handcuffs as she waits for you to come close to the door.

It's a routine that you know all too well. You get up from your bed and stretch your arms above your head, feeling the familiar itch in your loins as you hear Malvelia opening the door to your cell. She eyes you up and down, taking note of how good-looking you are even though she knows better than to give you any praise. With a dissatisfied sigh, she shackles one of your hands before leading you out into the hallway.

The hallways of this prison are made of reinforced glass, allowing guards and inmates alike to keep an eye on each other at all times. The air is heavy with the sounds of clanging metal and distant shouts as workers from other wings make their way to their assigned jobs for the day.

Malvelia walks purposefully, her steps purposeful despite the heels she insists on wearing. You try not to stare

"Hey! Do you think I'm just here to watch?!" She practically shouts at you, looking like she wants nothing more than to discipline you on the spot. "That's for when your shift is over and you have some free time!" With a disapproving huff, she continues walking down the hall, not even bothering to glance back at you until you fall into line beside her.

You can see why they assigned this particular wing to Malvelia; no other guard would be able to handle the situation with as much poise and control. It's almost impressive...if she weren't being such a bitch about it. You swallow hard, feeling both chastised and aroused by her presence.

As you're dragged into her room by the guards, your gaze snaps towards Malvelia at the sight of her sitting naked on her luxurious bed. She meets your eyes coolly, not even flinching when they roam over her body before snapping back to hers. Her cheeks flush slightly from embarrassment...or anger. It's hard to tell with this woman.

With a small huff, she stands up and crosses her arms in front of her breasts, hiding nothing from your view as she towers over you menacingly. "What do you want?" She asks, her voice laced with barely concealed venom. You swallow hard, the tension in the air thick enough to cut through steel.

Her lips purse into a thin line at your reply. "No, I didn't call you," she says curtly. It's obvious that she doesn't believe you. Her eyes narrow as they flicker over your body, assessing you in a way that only someone who has been with another person intimately could. The silence stretches between the two of you for several long seconds before she finally speaks again.

"Fine," Malvelia says, voice gruffer than before as she decides to let it go. "I just wanted to see how...comfortable you were." Her words are clipped and abrupt, leaving little room for misinterpretation about her meaning. "Get back to your cell," she continues, gesturing dismissively with a wave of her hand.

As if the guards have been waiting for her permission, they yank you away from Malvelia and drag you

You never thought you'd be in this position. Malvelia laying there on her bed, spread wide open and waiting for your cock. The guards hold you firmly as you feel the head of your shaft press against her folds, wet from her arousal. You can see the tension building in her body, feel it through every touch of skin against skin.

With a sharp cry, she thrusts upwards, taking you deeper inside herself, and arches her back as the full length of your cock disappears inside her warmth. Her eyes roll back into her head and her lips part slightly, revealing white teeth clenched around her lower lip as she fights for control against the intense pleasure coursing through her body.

Malvelia gives you a vicious grin as she looks down at the guard who tried to restrain her earlier. With a shake of her head, she releases his grip and places her hands on either side of your hips, guiding your movements inside her. "It's not rape if it's consensual," she whispers huskily in your ear before biting down lightly on the lobe.

You feel her tightening around you, her body tensing with every thrust as she takes more and more of your cock deep inside herself. Her breasts bounce wildly against your chest with each movement, her moans filling the air and making it clear that this is far from the first time she's taken a man in such a way.

As you reach your peak together, Malvelia cries out your name while her inner walls pulse around you, milking every last drop of your

Your body gives in to the sensations as she takes you deeper and harder, her mouth finding purchase on your neck, leaving angry red marks behind each time she bites down. Malvelia's gasps and moans fill your ears, driving you further into the moment as she controls both of your bodies with expert precision.

When it finally ends, you collapse bonelessly onto the bed beside her, panting heavily as your heartrate slows back down to something resembling normal. Malvelia shudders once before collapsing facedown on the pillow, breath ragged and heavy. She's not done with you yet though; she rolls over suddenly, straddling your hips and glaring down at you challengingly.

"Well?" She asks huskily, running a hand through her messy hair. "You wanted this too."

You struggle against her grip on your hair as she roughly kisses you and then shoves your tongue back into your mouth, grinding against your pelvis. She doesn't even give you the chance to reply before she growls, "Liar." Her free hand moves between your legs, stroking at your sensitive skin until you're hard again, ready for her.

Malvelia sits up straight, bracing herself on shaking hands as she impales herself once more on your cock, moaning deeply as she bottoms out on you. She begins to ride you roughly, her breasts slapping against your chest in time with every thrust. Her breath comes faster and shallower now as the pleasure overwhelms her senses.

You can't help but arch up into her, meeting her movement for movement as she takes what she wants from you yet again. You wrap your hands around her hips,

Her green eyes flash with anger and lust as you beg her to stop. With a savage growl, she picks up the pace even more, her nails digging into your hips as she takes everything you have to give. She feels so good around you, so tight and demanding that any thought of mercy is lost on her.

Malvelia moans your name incessantly, pushing herself harder against you with every thrust until at last she collapses onto your chest, panting heavily. Her body trembles as the aftershocks of her orgasm wash over her.

For several long moments, neither of you move. It's almost like she's forgotten that you aren't supposed to be here, together like this. Then, finally, with a deep sigh, she pulls herself free and climbs off the bed. Her eyes flick down as if inspecting her body, and

"You're weak." Malvelia hisses, her words like acid against your skin. She shakes her head slowly as she studies you with disgust in her eyes. "I shouldn't have... I should leave you to your misery." Her fingers tighten around yours, bruising the flesh easily. "But no," she continues after a moment, seeming to make up her mind. "Maybe you could help me forget about things for a little while. Maybe if you were more...cooperative..." Her voice trails off, leaving the implied threat hanging in the air between you.

She lets go of one of your hands and strokes idly at your cheek before leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your lips, her breath warm against your skin. "What do you say?" She whispers huskily as she meets your eyes, challenging you to make the wrong choice once again."What do you

You know the right answer to give her. The choice is yours. What will it be?

Well, if you're going to be such a baby about it...fine. I guess we can just go back to business as usual. No fun for you today. Malvelia stands up abruptly, her movements sharp and controlled despite the lingering desire in her eyes. "Come on," she snaps, dragging your weak body roughly from the bed with one strong hand. "Time for work."

As she escorts you back out of your cell, you can't help but wonder when she'll decide to give you another chance at pleasure...or if she ever will. For now, it seems that your life is going to continue much like it always has: in servitude and with the constant ache of desire just out of reach.

Ha! As if I'd let you get away with that. You have your orders, and you will follow them. Now shut up and work. Malvelia guides you back to the hallway leading to the mining facility, her grip on your arm tight enough to leave a bruise. As you pass other cells, you can see the prisoners working or being disciplined by their guards; it's a harsh reminder of just how much control she has over everyone here...and that includes you.

Well aren't we the stubborn one? Fine by me. Now hurry up and get to work before I decide to change my mind about that. Malvelia gives you a little shove forward, towards the mining facility. As you walk, you can feel her eyes burning into your back, a mix of annoyance and desire that sends shivers down your spine despite yourself.

Ah, the scent of rest fills your tiny cell, promising much needed relief...only to be shattered by the harsh voice of one of the guards. "You're wanted in Malvelia's quarters," he grunts, jerking his thumb towards the door. There's no missing the twisted anticipation writ large on his leering face as he does so; even if you didn't know better, it would be clear that this isn't a request.

With a resigned sigh, you straighten your aching limbs and follow where you're led, helplessly drawn back into Malvelia's seductive web once more. As you enter her chambers, the air thick with desire and dominance, you can't help but wonder if today will be different; a chance for escape from this endless cycle...or just another round of torment?

Her eyes narrow as she assesses you, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Oh, I didn't call for you," she says, her voice dripping with venom. "I just thought it might be time for another little...workout." She paces slowly around the room, never taking her eyes off of you, daring you to challenge her dominance.

Well, it's time for some real hard labor today, slave. We're going to work on that little stamina of yours, and see just how much you can take before you break. Malvelia crooks a finger at you, beckoning you closer as she retreats to her bed. "Come here," she demands, her voice steady despite the anticipation swirling through her.

Her tone leaves no room for argument; you know better than to disobey her. Swallowing thickly, you approach the edge of the bed where she's seated cross-legged, eyeing her warily as you move into position. "That's a good boy," she purrs, reaching out to stroke your cheek before grasping your cock roughly through your prison uniform. "Time for work."

Her eyes narrow into slits and she shoves you roughly onto the bed, pinning you beneath her. "You'll do as I say," she hisses, the anger in her voice clear. "And right now, that means you're going to have sex with me...and enjoy it." She leans down, taking one of your nipples into her mouth and rolling it roughly between her teeth before attacking the other.

Without giving you a chance to respond or catch your breath, she hooks her fingers in the waistband of your uniform and yanks it down, exposing your bare ass to the cool air. "Spread your legs," she orders sharply, running one nail up the crevice between your cheeks. "And don't you dare close them again until I say so."

Her eyes glint dangerously as she watches your reactions. "Then I will just have to make sure they're not empty for long," she growls, reaching down between your legs and wrapping her fingers around the base of your shaft. She begins to stroke you slowly, methodically, increasing in speed and pressure until you can't help but whimper with need. "Do you want me to stop?" Her words are silk against your ear as she sucks gently on your earlobe, driving you wild with desire and powerlessness.