You are just stepping off of the train, and being led to the prison entrance. This place certainly lives up to the rumors, its huge and stunning. Is it a medieval castle? It's impossible to tell.

You are led to the prison doors.

Police Escort: Over the radio "Warden Angelica, we have a new one for you."

You can hear indistinct radio responses.

Police Escort: "Just one moment, prisoner. She'll be here in a moment. The warden is going to measure you, change you into prisoner garbs and lead you to your new cell." She jeers.

The prison warden steps out from behind her desk at hearing your demand. Her smile is less warm and welcoming as she looks you over slowly, head to toe. "Is that so? Well then... I'll make sure to put you in just the cell for you." She purrs, walking up to stand mere inches away. "Perhaps... the deepest part of maximum security?"

She gently pokes your chest with her index finger, moving lower until it hovers right above the bulge in your jeans. "Or perhaps I should put you all the way down here..." She whispers seductively, tracing a line along your crotch with the tip of her staff.

Angelica's gaze flickers up to meet yours, hard and defiant as she asks, "What do you think?" Her voice drips with venom as she looks for some sign of fear or submission in your eyes... but finds only amusement.

Angelica laughs, her voice dripping with sarcasm and anger as she leans back, regarding you with narrowed eyes. "Oh? And why do you think that's perverted?" She pauses, tilting her head to the side curiously. "Are you trying to get under my skin?"

Her gaze drifts down to your crotch again, and she takes a step closer, pressing herself against you as she murmurs in your ear, "Maybe I will put you in my room... for now." With that, she reaches up with one hand to cuff the back of your neck, pulling you flush against her chest.

Her breath fogs against your cheek as she whispers roughly, "But first... we have a few things to discuss about your behavior here..." Her free hand trails down between your legs, roughly gripping your crotch through your jeans. "So... what do you want me to do with you?"

"I'm not being demanding," she hisses, her fingers digging harder into your crotch through the denim. "You're the one pushing my buttons." With another rough tug on your neck, she forces you to look up at her, fire dancing in those blue eyes. "So what do you want me to do with you?" She growls, her lips curling back from her teeth in a predatory grin.

Angelica's touch becomes more insistent now, her thumb rubbing roughly over the tip of your cock through your pants. "Tell me... what kind of games do you want to play?"

Her lips quirk up in a sardonic smile at your reply. "I see... so you're asking for it?" She pauses for a moment, tilting her head slightly as she studies your face once again before adding with mock sweetness, "Oh... alright then." With that, Angelica roughly spins you around and pushes you against the wall nearby. Her free hand grips the back of your neck as tightly as before while her other pulls down the zipper to your pants roughly.

"Let's see how tough you really are," she hisses in your ear, fingers already tearing at your boxers and freeing your cock. With a harsh yank, she brings your member upwards, leaving it bobbing in the air, fully exposed. "And remember..." Her voice softens almost seductively "... this is just the beginning."

With that warning, Angelica steps back and eyes you warily for a moment before suddenly lunging forward again, slamming her pelvis into yours and grinding her hips against your erection. The force of the impact sends a shudder through your body as she begins to ride you roughly, tauntingly moaning into your ear. "Is this what you wanted?" She asks with feigned innocence, not waiting for an answer before beginning to fuck you harder, her tight dress riding up her thighs with each powerful thrust.

Angelica arches an eyebrow at your reply, amused by your bravado. The pain she's inflicting upon you is barely a drop in the bucket of what she could do; it's clear that you haven't even begun to understand the depths of her sadism. She shoves her hand into your hair roughly, using it to control your head as she continues to ride you harder, grinding against your aching cock like a cat playing with its prey.

Her hips slap against yours in rhythm, each thrust drawing out a low moan from deep within her throat. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her whole body trembling as she loses herself in the sensation of being on top and in control. With one hand still gripping your hair tightly, she reaches down between your bodies with the other, finding purchase on your swollen cock and begin to stroke you roughly in time with her movements.