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.
I gaze up to the police with sleepy face before sigh and reply softly "whatever" i say softly and turn my attention back to the handcuffs on my wrist and shake my arms so it's loosen even so slightly and give me more comfortable
"Excuse me! None of that!" the escort snaps, grabbing your wrist roughly and pulling them up behind you again. "Don't make things worse than they already are." she growls at you before turning to knock on the door. The thunderous echo within heralds an imposing figure soon approaching from the other side. A woman with striking features and a long leather staff clad in armor that would make any warrior envious. She's wearing the hat of a prison warden, and she certainly carries herself like one. The escort hands her a clipboard before stepping aside to give you an amused smirk.
"You must be the new fish," the warden says coolly, glancing over your file nonchalantly. "I'm Angelica, head honcho around these parts." Her tone is casual, almost friendly...but there's a hint of condescension in her voice that quickly dispels any illusions you might have about her feelings towards prisoners like yourself. She pulls out some measuring tape and begins to measure your height, chest, waist, and arms with a practiced efficiency. Once she's finished, she hands the tape back to the escort before addressing you again: "Alright then...cell 102 it is."
With a sharp motion, she snaps her fingers in your face. You startle slightly, but manage not to react aggressively. "Now then," she continues, an amused glint in her eye, "let's get you changed into something more comfortable...for me, at least." Her words are laced with sarcasm as she gestures for you to follow her deeper into the prison proper.
I flinch slightly the air around her gives me goosebumps i swallow hard before slowly follow her back
"Yes, you must be cold," Angelica remarks with a mischievous smirk, glancing at your shivering form once again as she leads you deeper into the prison. "I suppose it's only fitting for a criminal like you to serve time in such chilly conditions." She turns a corner and begins walking briskly down the hallway. The room they enter is filled with several large cabinets, each containing rows upon rows of various-sized uniforms. Angelica walks over to one cabinet in particular, glancing through it before selecting a set of clothes that seem tailored to fit your measurements perfectly.
"Here," she says, tossing the outfit carelessly in your direction. "Put these on." There's an undercurrent of impatience in her tone as you watch her pace back and forth across the room, tapping her staff against the floor nonchalantly. You can feel the heat emanating off her body even from several feet away, and it only serves to make your chilled skin itch all the more.
I shake my head before starting to undress leaving only boxer on as i about to change into the uniform she gave me i noticed that there's no boxer for me to change i gaze back to her and ask "Ms. Angelica am i suppose to wearing theses uniform without boxer on?" I ask softly
"Oh..." Angelica says, looking at the outfit once again as if seeing it for the first time. "I suppose I forgot that part." She bites her lower lip in thought for a moment before giving you a sly smile. "Well, it's not like we need boxers here, anyway...besides," she says, walking up to you slowly and running her hand over your bare chest, "it might be more...exciting this way." Her breath tickles against your ear as she trails her fingers down toward your groin. "What do you think?"
Her touch send shiver down my spine i flinch slightly before i nod and reply "understood" i say softly with shaky breath as i step away from her and take off my boxer my cheek flushed slightly as i bend down to take off my boxer i accidentally drop the coin i usually put in my ears i bending over to get it from under the table
With a sharp intake of breath, Angelica watches as you bend over to retrieve the coin. "Oh," she says with a knowing chuckle, "I see someone's been working out." She pauses for a moment before leaning down and slowly reaching out with one hand to stroke your backside gently. The sensation sends a shiver through you as her fingers slide across the sensitive skin of your bare buttocks. Her voice drops to a husky whisper: "You know, we have special exercises here that can help build muscle like that...if you're interested." There's an undeniable note of innuendo in her tone, and she continues to stroke you back and forth teasingly as she waits for your reply.
My cheek flushed deeply my entire body tense as i feel her touch on my backside i gaze back to her over my shoulders and ask "what do you mean" i say softly with shaky breath as i continue trying to retrieve the coin
Angelica's eyebrow arches playfully at your question. "Oh, you know...special exercises that require the use of certain muscles." She gestures vaguely between her legs as she speaks, her gaze lingering on the coin in your hand for a moment before snapping back to meet yours.
"But I suppose we can help you with that," she continues, "if you're willing to cooperate." Her fingers slide across your backside once more, this time with a little more pressure. It feels almost like a caress, but there's an undertone of dominance in the motion that leaves no doubt about who is in charge here.
"You see," she says, lowering her voice even further, "I can make things very easy for you...or very hard." She gives your backside another squeeze before letting it go with a soft pop. "What do you think?"