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The Center (Houdini and Nurse_K)

Brendan had been up past two in the morning, poring over some saved files on his computer. By a stroke of fortune, he had some files saved at home pertaining to the camera system at the Center. He knew there weren't any cameras in the warden's office, but all the cells, the punishment rooms, and the halls were wired. If only he could find a way to tap into the feed, he was sure he could get something that would bring Elsa some relief from the torture he knew she was undergoing. He felt tortured himself just thinking about it. It made him sick in the deepest pit of his stomach. He didn't feel like he had to be her white knight, riding in and busting her out. As long as he could do something, make sure she had humane treatment at least. And at the moment, he didn't care if she paid him back with her love once she was free. That's what love meant to Brendan; giving his all for Elsa without expecting a thing in return. He finally went to bed, resolved to get close to the Center in the morning before work, and see what he could do.

Ryan, meanwhile, brought four slices of white toast and two glasses of water to Carlos' cell first thing in the morning, finding Elsa and Carlos fast asleep. "You know, we did make a mistake after all with the cell," he said in mock surprise, banging on the cell grates. "But no harm, no foul," he added with a grin. "So let's get you back to the right cell, little girl. And why on earth are you naked?" he gasped to the sleepy, sore Elsa. "C'mon, man," Carlos protested sleepily. "We didn't even wake up here yet. Gimme another half hour with her." Ryan just laughed and walked away after leaving the food tray. "Fine, I'll be back in thirty minutes." Carlos rubbed his eyes and yawned, prodding Elsa with his foot. "Yo, I bet you want a nice creamy spread to go with that bread, bitch. Get to it," he snapped, tugging down his pants to reveal a large morning hard-on. "I said get down on me, sugar," he added for emphasis.
 
Elsa sat up quickly when she heard Ryan approach. She batted her eyes and tried to wake up completely so that she could get out of there as quickly as she possibly could. She was just about to get up and beg to be let out when Carlos interjected. She turned and glared at him, seethingly angry. She turned back to Ryan to beg him again, but he had already consented to the extra thirty minutes and was walking away. "Wait!" she cried out, lunging towards the bars and grabbing hold of them. "Don't leave me!" she whimpered, but he'd already turned the corner and was gone.

She turned towards Carlos warily, remembering her weak promise to him the night before. That she'd suck him off and then swallow his cum. The mere thought of that made her want to throw up. "Please don't make me," she whimpered softly, her hands slowly falling from the bars of the cell. She was pretty sure that he wasn't going to take mercy on her, but she thought it was worth a shot.
 
Carlos sat up, Elsa's soft face the best thing he'd woken up to in months. As he heard her whimper at him, he actually felt a shred of compassion for her. Not that he didn't still need her on his cock, the way he was turned on by her pretty nude form pressed up against the cell bars. She might, after all, be carrying his child. Standing up and moving in behind her against the bars, he reached up and stroked her head, running his fingers through her hair over and over. "Listen, sugar," he said quietly, much more quietly than before. "A deal is a deal where I come from. But we'll have ourselves a good time. I won't hurt you. After all, you might be my baba-mama," he acknowledged, a grin coming to his face at the thought.
 
She might be his baby mama. The sheer truth of that fact made he want to cry. But, strangely, it was making him gentler towards her. Like he saw her differently because she could actually be doing what he wanted so badly, carrying his child. She winced the first time he ran his hand through her hair, expecting him to suddenly grab it and force her to turn around and then shove himself down her throat. A deal is a deal where he came from. Her too. In the ghetto if you made a deal, a pact, you kept it no matter what. Even if it turned out to be worse for you because you kept your promise, you did it anyway. Cause the people you kept it to will have your back later in life.

She sighed and turned around slowly, seeing him standing above her again. This time he wasn't as ominous, though he was just as lumbering. She got on her knees properly and looked at his raging hard on. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, timidly taking the head into her mouth. His girth stretched her lips, forcing her to really hold him there. She was going to keep her word and suck him off, as best she could.
 
Carlos let out a soft moan as she knelt submissively and took him gently into her warm mouth. Although reluctant, there was almost a gentleness on her part, as if she wanted to please him. At least, that's the way he chose to see it. As she took him in, he shuddered as she warmed the ridges on the underside of first couple of inches of his length, his most sensitive part. Reaching down and massaging her temples, he started to rock his hips back and forth.

"You doing good, sugar," he told her. "But I wanted to do this a little different." Crouching down without pulling himself out of her mouth, he slowly eased his body onto the ground. "Kneel on top of me and keep sucking, okay?" he requested, ceasing to use a derogatory epithet for about the first time when giving her a sexual command. "With your ass up by my face."
 
It was strange to have him massaging her temples. It was almost loveresque, like he wanted to make her feel good while she was servicing him. He rocked his hips back and forth but it wasn't meanly, it didn't hurt her. He was really doing the same thing she was, except making her job easier since she didn't have to move anymore. But then he started to change it up. He got down onto the ground and laid down, telling her to get on top of him in the classic 69 position. Truthfully, she didn't want to do that. She didn't want him to try to give her pleasure, as she knew he'd probably be successful and she didn't want him to be able to have that feeling of making her body feel good.

But she followed his command anyway. She was becoming used to following commands for things she didn't want to do, that described almost every command she got now. She turned herself around, all the time keeping him in her mouth, and got up on top of him, her ass and pussy right up near his face. She kept sucking on him, bobbing her head up and down slowly, each time taking him a little deeper.
 
Carlos moaned as he lay down, Elsa's head continuing to bob up and down on him. He saw her reluctance to get down on her knees, but when she did it without a complaint, all her fun parts dipped right into his face. Letting out a deep moan as she took him deeper and deeper, he left her sex alone at first, just rocking his hips to meet her mouth, closing his eyes in pleasured bliss. But he couldn't resist temptation for long. Reaching up and grabbing her ass, he pulled her hips into him a little bit, licking the length of her slit all the way down to the bottom. "So do you want me to return the favor, sugar?" he gasped. "I'll give you a little taste, and then you decide," he added, swirling his tongue up and down her labia, and then around her clit hood piercing, taking it into his mouth and biting gently on it. He secretly wanted to arouse her just enough to make her ask for it, to eat out her lovely pussy.

Brendan, in the meantime, had parked his car about a quarter mile from the Center, and stealthily approached a telecommunications box, opening it and tapping a sensor into one of the fiber-optic cables. Glancing around before getting back into his car, he opened up his laptop, picking up the signal from his sensor. A few minutes of circumventing some security measures he had sufficient working knowledge of, and he was in. Looking through one feed after another, he couldn't find what he was looking for. He brought up each of the womens cells, all the hallways, the punishments rooms. But no Elsa. Not wanting to give up, he kept cycling through the hundreds of available feeds, taking a glance around outside the car from time to time.
 
She tried to ignore Carlos' presence in all of this. She tried to pretend that this was Brendan's cock she was sucking and reminded herself that she loved Brendan and would do absolutely anything for him. But Carlos, of course, wouldn't allow her to slip away into her little fantasy world where she was safe and sound with her lover. She was in a solitary confinement cell, with Carlos, on top of him, servicing him instead. Carlos' cock was very large and it really almost didn't even fit into her mouth. Her lips had to stretch wide to accommodate him and every time she bobbed her head she had to concentrate on not choking on him.

Her muscles tensed when his tongue licked slowly across her womanhood. It had been a long time since she'd been eaten out. She didn't count the time with Jamie, she kept trying to pretend that never happened. Receiving oral sex had always been something Elsa had really really enjoyed, sometimes more than actual sex. She desperately wanted to say no, she didn't want him to return the favor, but his little 'taste' of what he could do told her that if anything, Carlos was skilled at giving a woman oral sex. She gasped when he bit down onto her clit and its piercing, a sharp shiver bolting up her spine. A wave of pleasure washed over her and she knew it was going to be impossible for her to tell him to stop. She raised her head off of his cock for a moment, "Y-yes," she stammered, her face flushing red with the shame of it.
 
Carlos had left off pleasuring Elsa for a moment, enjoying the ride she was giving him with her mouth, rocking his hips in rhythm with her movements. He thought he even felt the entrance to her throat with his sensitive tip. She almost couldn't contain his whole length inside, and he felt the cool outside air get drawn to the moist base of his shaft every time she bobbed, making him tingle with electricity. It was the first time in close to a year that he had been sucked off, and he was enjoying every second.

But then he heard Elsa bashfully ask for it, shame saturating her voice. "I knew you would want it, sugar," he moaned, excitement and ecstasy tinging his voice. There was nothing hotter to him than a victim being reduced to begging for him. He leaned up into her crotch again, traced the tip of his tongue around the very top of both thighs, then moved to her lower stomach, beating his way around the bush, so to speak. Finally he rubbed it up, down, and around both sides of her wonderful slit again. Licking lightly across the outside of her opening, he found the familiar spot above it that he had used before to work her into a frenzy. Extending his tongue all the way now, he massaged her clit with its broad, slightly rough surface, vibrating her little ring gently with his tongue.
 
Sometimes Elsa really hated the fact that she enjoyed sex and sexual acts so much. If she didn't, this horrible man wouldn't be able to control her like this. He'd have nothing over her because all she'd do was lay there like a cold fish and let him have at her. Instead her body was stimulated by touch, aroused by affection, and eager to please in return. It was even more difficult for her because she didn't have much control over her emotions when her body was aroused. The arousal would take her over and she would have the instinct to reciprocate, to let her partner know that she was enjoying what he was doing to her, even if she didn't enjoy her partner himself.

Her breathing began to speed up as he teased her, his tongue running everywhere except the spot that would really give her something. He was distracting her from what she was doing, probably purposely to make it last longer. She continued to bob her head, feeling him slide deep into her mouth every time. She braced herself and then slid down even further, his tip nudging into her throat. She gagged a little, but it just so happened that she'd begun to take him into her throat at the exact same time that his tongue began to massage her clit. Her mind nearly exploded when he did that and she pushed her head down further, really taking him into her throat now, the muscles there contracting on him. Her thigh muscles squeezed the sides of his head a little and moans were building inside of her, but at least for now she held them back.
 
Carlos let out a loud, passionate moan when he felt his length nudge a bit into her throat, feeling the stimulation of the tighter surroundings there, at the same time as he heard Elsa gag a little bit. His cock throbbed, and he didn't want to hold back too much longer. He wanted to finish first, so that Elsa would be forced to concentrate only on her own pleasure, the pleasure that she had reluctantly pleaded for. He continued to thrust, but then gripped the blanket hard, feeling an initial few drops of ejaculate leave him, the main burst still a few seconds away.

Digging in now on Elsa, he practically attacked her once her thighs went into a frenzy, sliding his tongue inside her wet slit, tasting the quivering muscles inside. Continuing to pulse his tongue in and out of her, he reached up, and began rubbing her clit vigorously between his thumb and forefinger, trying to drive her even crazier than she was making him. After working her clit for a few seconds, he pushed her legs apart a little by the thighs, so that he could reach deeper inside her. Pressing his face fully up against her, he penetrated as deep as his thick tongue could reach, tilting the tip upward, and swirling it around inside her warm canal. Then he suddenly lost it, a sea of his juices rushing into Elsa's warm mouth. Moaning right into Elsa's pussy, he continued to work away.
 
Elsa was nearly drunk with the pleasure he was giving her. There was no possible way for her to even dream of ignoring it, his tongue and lips were absolutely assaulting her tender, sensitive pussy. She had gotten completely lost in what he was doing to her when she suddenly felt an explosion in her mouth. His cum poured into her mouth, shooting down into her throat and oozing down to her lips. She pulled her head up in surprise, choking a little. She was about to open her mouth and allow it to dribble out so that she wouldn't have to consume all of it, but then his fingers pinched her clit and she drew in a sharp breath, unwittingly forcing herself into swallowing some of his cum.

Once she'd choked down some of his cum she begrudgingly figured that she might as well just swallow the rest of it. She did, cringing a little and glad that he couldn't see it as he was faced away from her. Once that was done though, the only thing left for her to feel and know was his work on her pussy, which by now was nearly driving her mad. If he kept up like he was, she wasn't going to last much longer. Her hands were clenching the thin blanket tight enough to almost rip it. She was desperately trying to hold back moans of pleasure, moans of ecstasy, but it was becoming more and more difficult.
 
Carlos paused momentarily when Elsa gagged, peering down at her, but not making any comment, just going back to his torture of her pleasure button after he'd ascertained that she was okay. The way her beautiful shapely figure was moving, her hands gripping the ground, he knew he had her where he wanted her. He was too much of a tease, though, to work straight through her oncoming climax. He pulled completely away from her, retracting his tongue into his hot mouth just as she let out a loud moan. "If you want it, sugar, you gotta come to me," he panted, laying his head down on the ground. "Bring your junk to me, girly. Grind it down into my face if you want it, mama." He loved making her come to him. She was no whore, he well knew, but that only added to the thrill of making her act like one.

Brendan was already a half hour late for work that morning, and was about to give up on finding his beloved Elsa on his hacked feeds, when he decided to flip through the solitary wing cameras, since they were one of the only sets he hadn’t perused. He didn’t expect to find Elsa there, quickly flipping through one still frame after another. But seeing some movement in one of the shots, he quickly went back to it. When he saw pierced him to the heart. There was no sound, but the picture, although grainy, told him all he needed to know. He gripped the computer with both hands, pulling it up to his face in disbelief, seeing the same Puerto Rican gangster he’d rescued Elsa from once, going at it with her again. He couldn't mistake Elsa's beautiful, full figure anywhere. To say he was devastated would have been an understatement of monumental proportions. And, to make it worse, it didn’t even look like Elsa was being forced. Recognizing her familiar body writhing over him, he saw too, that she was having an orgasm to boot. Brendan was stabbed on many levels. Although when he would think about it later, he would realize that she could have had no choice in the matter, it hurt too much to analyze at this point. Now, he could only process what his eyes were telling him. As a few teardrops fell onto his keyboard, he wondered if his own intimate moments with Elsa were so special after all. He had made her moan with pleasure, but if this serial rapist could do it, too, how was he any different? With trembling hands, he set his computer to record what was happening. He had made a promise to Elsa. He told her he loved her; that he would help her, and he meant it. Brendan's love for her was fierce, and he would remain loyal to her unless she proved unworthy of it, which he couldn't believe would ever happen. And as much as he wanted to invade the prison like gangbusters and murder Carlos instantly in cold blood, he knew that the only way he could help her now was through the legal channels.

((Sorry about the Brendan novella. Needed to catch up on what he was doing, I thought.))
 
When Carlos pulled away from her and told her that she had to come to him, she nearly cried. Her fingernails were digging into the blanket so tightly that she really thought she was going to rip into it. She whimpered, her entire body quivering as she tried to make a quick decision. If she came to him, if she ground down into his face, he would really have won. She would have given him everything. Ridden him and cum, taken his load into her womb, slept at his feet, sucked his cock, drank his cum, asked him to eat her out, and then actively participated in her own pleasure. What would she have left for herself?

But could she stop herself? Could she really stop, get off of him, and wait out her horniness? Go through that horrible withdrawal when she knew that the warden and Ryan were bound to torture her once she left Carlos? "I...I..." she stammered, small beads of sweat forming on her forehead, "I can't," she felt a strange wave wash over her, half dread and half hopeful. Maybe he would leave her alone once she refused him.
 
Carlos was looking directly into Elsa's quivering pussy, fully expecting it to dive down into his face at any moment. He hadn't been looking towards her face at all, but was shocked to hear her voice coming from that direction, refusing him. He just lay still for a moment, deciding what to do. He couldn't go back to her and finish her off after demanding she come to him; that would give her the upper hand. And if he forced her down into his face, it would be a defeat as well. The whole point was to make her beg for it.

Thinking this through, a calm suddenly went through him. He'd already had his release, so he'd just let her go through the withdrawal, he decided. But before letting her go, he grabbed her hip with one hand, and gave her clit a few more rubs. He was going to make her regret her decision as much as he could. "No skin off me, sugar," he said, finally rolling over and standing up. "It's a shame, I think you was about to explode with fun," he commented with a big smile. He picked up his glass of water, and took a bite of bread, handing a slice to her. "Go ahead and wash that cream down, mamita," he said calmly. "Remember, you probably eating for two now." Not more than another minute had passed before Ryan was back, to really take Elsa with him this time. "Party's over," he said with a big grin. "Clothes on and come with me," he ordered, opening the cell door.
 
She gritted her teeth together hard when he gave her clit a few more rubs, telling herself that she really really did not want to let him make her cum again. She had to retain some kind of dignity, even though it wasn't really for herself anymore. It was for Brendan. The warden was trying to make Elsa into a jailhouse whore, she knew that much. That wasn't who Elsa was, and Brendan knew that. So she had to keep her integrity for him, she couldn't buckle.

She breathed heavily once she was finally off and away from Carlos. She gathered her clothing and began to redress, glad to be covering herself up again from his ravenous eyes. She frowned at him when he told her to wash down the cream. She swatted away the bread he tried to hand it to her, "It'll be malnourished and up for adoption after it's first breath," she growled at him once Ryan'd opened the door. She finished buttoning her uniform shirt and glared at Carlos, finally able to release some of her rage at him now that she was leaving. "I might have to birth it, but I'm not going to keep it." she said those things just to upset him, she didn't really think she'd be able to go through with that.
 
Carlos' countenance changed immediately from his slightly gentler side, to the more familiar, enraged gang leader once Elsa started taunting him. He tried to hold the cell door open, but the powerful Ryan outmuscled him, forcing it shut. Banging on the bars, Carlos flew into a rage. "I shoulda' killed you while I had you, bitch. You better keep it. Remember what I told you... I will find you, bitch. My baby ain't going up for no adoption to no stranger." His words trailed off as Ryan ignored him, leading the freshly dressed Elsa out of the solitary block. Elsa had no way of knowing, but Brendan had seen the whole thing. Even without sound, he'd surmised correctly what had happened, and his heart swelled with pride for Elsa, his strong, resilient true love. He wiped the beginning of a tear out of his eye, and drove off to work, evidence in hand.

Ryan wasn't leading Elsa back to her cell to rest, though. It was back up to the warden's office. Escalating quickly in terms of derangement, the warden had decided to put Elsa through a full day of sexual torture, it became obvious, as Ryan led her in. Inside the office, in addition to the familiar furniture, were many of the items from the punishment room. There was a table, a chair, restraints, and even the mechanical dildo that she'd been unfortunately introduced to once before. "Good morning Elsa," the warden cooed with a phony, sugar-sweet smile. "Did you sleep well? I'm ever so sorry for the mix-up with your cell," she added.
 
Elsa didn't even bother to turn around and acknowledge what Carlos had said. She did remember what he said. But he had only said that she had to have it. She said she couldn't abort or he'd come and kill her. When he'd said the other things about the baby, they'd been in passing. They weren't lumped together, so Elsa could only assume that his only requirement was that she have the baby. Not that any of that mattered to her (though she couldn't help but occasionally wonder if he would really try to come kill her...).

She walked up the stairs and through the corridors what seemed like endlessly. At first she wasn't sure where they were going, though she was pretty sure she wasn't going to be fortunate enough to be allowed rest after her horrible night. When they approached the warden's office she knew she was in for a long and probably merciless day. The door swung open and she saw all of her least-favorite things in there, including the warden. Her eyes snapped up to the frigid woman and Elsa decided to be a little bold, "I'm sure it was no mistake, ma'am. Women with such control as you don't make those kind of mistakes."
 
The warden smiled back at her, enjoying the bold retort by her favorite torture doll. "Well said, young lady. For official record purposes, you're exactly right. No mistake was ever made. You slept safely in your own cell last night," she informed Elsa, keeping her big smile on. She walked up to Elsa, backing her up against the restraint table. She picked up a set of handcuffs, looking back at Ryan, as if to verify that she had his back. "Hold out your hands, inmate," she ordered, the smile all but gone.

Brendan made a detour from his route to the job site. How could he selfishly go to work, when Elsa was being tormented? Even if he could spare her a few hours of agony, any sacrifice would be worth it, he thought. But who to go to? The state prison commission? The warden might have them in her pocket. The police? They didn't really have jurisdiction over the prisons. But crimes were being committed, and they did have jurisdiction over that, he thought, so decided to just walk into the local precinct. Pulling up, he placed his flash drive in his pocket, and headed in.
 
"You're not going to get anything out of me," she said to the warden, keeping up her new bold demeanor. She'd come to realize something when she left Carlos' cell. She had limited time here. They could do anything to her, but eventually they'd have to let her leave. "Torture me however you want. I'm never going to turn on him." she stumbled back and hit the restraint table, her butt propping up onto it a little. She kept her hands down at her side though, the warden would have to lift them herself. Unless the two of them really made her feel like hell (which she was positive she'd been through a hundred times already), she wasn't going to give in this time. She was still coming off of the unfulfilled arousal from Carlos, and it was making her angry. Angry that he'd done that to her, that he'd nearly taken every shred of her being, and now the warden was trying to do the same.
 
The warden got right up against Elsa, breathing into her face. "Fine," she snapped. "This is more fun, anyway. As if your little lover-boy even gives a shit about you now," she hissed. "He's probably out there screwing some new fresh meat." She grabbed Elsa's right wrist, and used it to roughly twist Elsa's body around so that she faced the table, pushing the arm above her head, and snapping the cuffs onto both wrists. Next, she stooped down, and placed a loose cuff against Elsa's right ankle, then her left. Elsa's hands powerless to resist now, the warden dropped Elsa's pants and panties to her knees, revealing her red, still moist sex. "Get me a chain," the warden snapped at Ryan.

Back at the police station, Brendan was in a heated debate with a detective. True, the video he had showed sexual intercourse taking place within a prison, but the detective was reluctant to take on the case. There really was no proof of how the act came about, although a guard of some sort came into the scene at the end, seeming to condone it. After some cajoling on Brendan's part, having convinced the officer that he wasn't just some disgruntled ex-guard, the detective started a file. Brendan knew, though, that it wasn't this guy's top priority. After another exhortation about the importance of moving quickly, Brendan took the detective's card and left, finally heading to the construction site.
 
Elsa whimpered very softly as the warden grabbed her wrist and twisted her around, effectively bending her over the restraint table. She fidgeted and fought only a little bit when he warden cuffed her wrists together. She tried to kick the warden in the face when the woman bent down to shackle her ankles, but she didn't hear any crunches and figure'd she'd missed entirely. Oh well. She was seething about that horrible bitch's comments about Brendan. He was not out screwing some fresh meat right now. He wouldn't do that to her, he wouldn't. He'd left her a note saying he loved her. He loved her. The warden didn't even know what love was. Elsa gritted her teeth and sucked in a deep breath when the warden yanked her pants and panties down, revealing her freshly used sex to the both of them. She was prepared, or at least hoped she was.
 
The warden gasped, and leaned over Elsa's back when she kicked at her, grabbing a handful of Elsa's honey-brown locks, and yanking her head back. "You're going to wish you didn't have a cunt after I'm done with you," she threatened cruelly. Ryan, meanwhile, had brought over a chain with an eye hook on one end. "Come on, Ryan, string her up," she barked to her boy-toy. "I want to stand her up first, instead of using the table."

Although the warden's office was nicely appointed, it was still a prison, and the high ceiling was unfinished, with a number of thick metal pipes running across it. Ryan attached one end of the chain to her cuffs, then threw the other end over one of the pipes. Pulling it tight, he attached the loose end to a pulley, which he could wind, and easily move Elsa's hands up or down. He turned the wheel, pulling the chain tight until Elsa's hands were forced high up in the air, pulling her up onto her tiptoes. The warden retreated back to her desk, pulling a strap-on dildo out of one of the drawers, approaching the whimpering girl as she buckled it on like a belt. "You don't look so tough now, do you?" she teased. "So are you ready for me?" she cackled, looking down at Elsa's abused pussy, red from the use this morning by Carlos, the marks from the shock devices still visible as well.
 
She screeched and fought as hard as she could when Ryan strung her up with the cuffs. Her arms were pulled taught and she felt all of her weight on them. Her feet nearly left the ground, her toes just barely touching the cold ground. Her stomach muscles were pulled tight too as she tried to take some of the weight off of her still sore wrists from all the other times she'd been cuffed. She realized the only times she really had spent uncuffed were when she was with Carlos or clandestinely meeting with Brendan. Even in her own cell by herself she was often chained to the bed.

Elsa's face twisted into disgust when the warden put on the strap on. Then, in a burst of insanity, she laughed. "You think you can do any real damage with a fake dick?" her mouth twisted into a cruel smirk, she really felt like she was winning right now despite that fact that she was the one chained up. "Carlos did worse than that just looking at me,"
 
The warden paused, and looked down at her shiny, black accessory once Elsa made the comment, seeming almost hurt for a moment. The toy wasn't unusually huge, about the size of an average penis. But then she looked up in almost amazement at Elsa, shocked that with she, the warden, seemingly holding all the cards, Elsa had the courage to taunt. Or the stupidity, depending on how one looked at it. "You really don't learn how to make things better on yourself, do you?" she sneered. "Ryan, lift up one of her legs, so I can really get at her good. She asked for it," the warden ordered.

Ryan picked up another chain, attaching it this time to her right ankle cuff, and repeating the same procedure, fighting against the screaming, flailing Elsa. Once he pulled on it, using the pipe as a pulley system, her leg was forced up into the air. He kept pulling until he saw that Elsa's body couldn't take any more strain, her ankle around chest level. Ryan didn't tie the chain down this time, but just held it in place, leaving only the tip of one foot on the ground now. This left Elsa fairly spread and exposed, especially on an angle from her right side. The warden, meanwhile, had been rubbing lubricant on her little prosthetic. "Thank you, Ryan," she rasped once he had her leg up. Approaching Elsa, she grabbed her hips, and sunk the dildo all the way in with one motion, pressing their bodies together. "Anything else to say?" she hissed, her face right up in Elsa's.
 
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