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Prisoner Rehabilitation(SexyChick)

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The year was 2014, to deal with the growing prison population the various governments of the world have turned to privatization to reduce the economical hit taken from supporting such a large amount of felons. Largely, the private prisons are untouched by a proper police force, and corruption is common place, going all the way up the chain of command- right to the top. Alcatraz II, the biggest current prison in the whole world, was really no different, it's Warden, Kurt Basco; Warden Basco- made sure his prison only received female inmates.

Warden Basco looked out in massive recreation yard, watching his subjects bide their time, just going through the motions most of them. But he had his eye on a specific lady, and had for a long while- and what he did for fun with his prisoners was no secret, his guards were usual the delivery men even. Soon...they'd be at it again.
 
This can't be happening. I don't belong here. This is a big mistake. These were the thoughts running through Isabella's head when she had arrived at Alcatraz II, one of the worst prisons in the system. Famous for corruption and known only to house female inmates. It wasn't difficult to connect the dots and figure out how things worked around here, although she had yet to face any particular mistreatment or be regarded with any special attention from any of the guards, officials, or anyone otherwise. She kept to herself for the most part, concerning herself simply with self-preservation for as long as she good. Despite her attractiveness, she was fairly quiet and reserved.

Currently during her time allowed outside in the gloomy prison yard, the young woman lingered at the perimeter fence, gaze transfixed on the cold pavement that stretched out before her. Her long black hair fell to her shoulders, and she refused to have it cut or tamed upon arrival, despite the best efforts of the guards and others that attempted to convince her to do so. Her attire consisted of a pair of jeans with several tears and rips and a tank top that hugged her figure nicely, although the white fabric was tarnished by many dirt stains, other marks undetermined by herself and others. A quiet sigh passed from her lips as her emerald green eyes began to glance here and there, noticing it was time to go in. Before long she was back in her cold, quiet cell, sitting quietly on her bunk. Occupied only by her thoughts.
 
The Warden watched her, much like any predator stalked it's prey- and he was ready to pounce and sink his teeth in. He glanced at the bank of monitors, colored screens showing various parts of his building, but his focus was on the camera pointed into Isabella's cell, he looked for a long while- minutes really but it felt like a long time to him.

Finally he pressed a red button, an intercom to his guards. Basco's voice was cold, deep...as if gravel ran through it. "Bring her to me." A simple command, but the men moved instantly, walking down the halls flanked with inmates and halting in front of her little hole in the wall- they opened the bars, the loud clunk of the cell sliding away. Four uniformed men stepped in, hands held waiting over their clubs. "Come with us, the Warden wants to see you." They stepped aside to allow her by...and start her escort to their boss.
 
A soft sigh passed from the young woman's lips as the guards came to her cell, informing her that her presence was requested by the Warden. She had no clue what he would want with her, but it most likely wasn't good. But without protest she rose to her feet, stepping past the guards who escorted her to the Warden's office. Isabella went quiet and kept her gaze low until they reached her intended destination, when she looked up at the Warden. Finding his eyes, she found nothing. No remorse, no warmth, no emotion. Just..emptiness.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
 
Basco made no attempt to hide his wondering eyes, he had no reason to hide anything he did- he worked with complete impunity. The lust that filled his once empty eyes was as evident as the uniform on his body. He didn't want to have a nice chat, she could be 100% certain of that. "Yes, I wanted to see you." He turned to his men, and nodded. They moved in practiced unison, the lead man finding his cuffs and ordering her to put her hands behind her back- the next pulling a pair of ankle cuffs from the storage locker in his office and order her to sit still.

"congratulations, you've been selected." He shewed his men out of the door.
 
Looking up at him with reluctant eyes, she simply sighed as the man restrained her, figuring she was in for some kind of unreasonable punishment. She was by no means scared, she couldn't exactly stop him from doing what he was going to do, so why bother resisting? "Selected..selected for what?" Isabella asked, purely out of curiosity.
 
His grin was wide, dark, honestly a normal person would have chills simply from gazing at it. He hesitated to answer, unbuttoning his uniform jacket and throwing it over the back of his desk chair. His shirt came next, leaving him in but an undershirt on his torso. "To satiate my lust, of course."

He trotted around his desk, ever aware of the possibility this girl might try and fight, but she was cuffed- probably very little hope of taking down the trained officer. "Going to go along...or do I get to have some extra fun?"
 
"Well I can't very well fight back now, can I?" She muttered brassly, none too thrilled about becoming the warden's personal fuck toy. "So let's just get this over with so I can go back to my cell and sleep." Isabella said with a deep hint of sarcasm, wishing simply to get away from Basco as soon as humanly possible.
 
Well that was slightly disappointing, she certainly had the looks- but no fight, ah well... didn't make her any less fuckable in his mind. His strut brought him behind her eventually, took him all of a second to undo the button and zip of her jeans, and another to drop them around her ankles along with any undergarments she might have.

"I'm going to enjoy this." He pushed a hand into her back, to bend her over his generous helping of desk at the center of the room. Clear view of her ass and all below her waist provided he nearly salivated. "How long has it been since you had a man... it's had to have been a long time."
 
"Hell if I know.." She muttered smartly, glancing over her shoulder for a moment as the warden bent her over the desk. Isabelle was determined not to enjoy herself as he was trying his best to make her feel humiliated. "Let's just get this over with.." The girl said finally, letting his voice trail off. Soon enough she'd feel him pushing in from behind, exerting himself. Guess he had something to do with that pent up rage of his, fuck his prisoners.
 
He gave her rump a backhand, wagging his finger at the inmate- that she dare ruin his fun like this. "Try not to be so pushy, or I might thing you want it more then I do." He attempted teasing her again, if it worked our not...he didn't care. He was unzipping his pants and getting his fully erect- about 7 or so inches- ready to poke her, using a free hand to steady his shuddering little beast he aimed and started the joyous task of shoving his robust manhood into her cunt.

"Now this...is a perk."
 
"Ahh..." She moaned lightly as he thrust into her from behind, her body tensing up, and her pussy unintentionally clenching around his hard member as he penetrated her. Isabella hadn't been with a man in quite a while, so the warden was quite frankly 'breaking her in'. He was so big and she was incredibly tight, but he seemed to be managing just fine.
 
Managing described it well, he was clinching his teeth tight as he tried not to let out any sign of just how good she happened to be inside, tight...possibly the tightest he'd had to date. It was glorious really, and he'd show it...just as soon as he finished shoving his full length into her, and when he finally got to base, he was breathing just a little heavier.
 
"Mm.." In an attempt to console herself, Isabella tugged at her handcuffs, despite the futility of her efforts. Being hand and ankle cuffed, there wasn't much the girl could do to resist his rough penetration.
 
He had something to say, but didn't trust himself to not let out a groan, or moan- or some other display of weakness. Instead he hooked his hand around the chain link of the cuffs and held onto them tightly, using them as leverage as he finally started moving- thrusting back and forth into his new toy, driving his member deep as he could- pressing his hips into her soft ass and making his desk shudder and strain.
 
Isabella couldn't help but moan as he started to thrust in and out, driving his long, hard member into her tight pussy from behind. Her body shuddered forward against the desk as he mercilessly fucked her.
 
Basco hissed loudly, still clinging to the need to hold any moans inside his throat, he spared her not, holding steadfast to her bindings and pumping her without mercy, hearing the moans mix with the audible "smack" of his body colliding with hers...it was truly music. His thrusts where long, seeing his length to the head pulled out before he flexed and rammed back into her tight, welcoming depths.
 
"Ahh..." Vanessa didn't think to protest, knowing it would do no good, and that it would be over in a matter of time, anyways. At least he wasn't being too rough, no hair pulling, not trying to kiss her. Just simple, raw penetration was what he had reduced sex and pleasure to. The smack of their bodies filled the office with noise, joined with the shuddering of the desk and her own pathetic whimpering, completely having no control over the situation.
 
Basco was enjoying himself thoroughly, despite his tight lipped policy, he had, in his animalistic rutting made a decision. Vanessa would be his...regular, until he found something better. He kept his rough and tumble pace, but released her cuffs and instead in twined his fingers in her long black hair, he yanked roughly at the locks, to pull her body up towards his, so he could whisper to her.

"You...have just...earned" He gulped ever so slightly, breathing heavy still "A permanent job little inmate."
 
"Gee, I feel so honored..." Vanessa muttered in frustration as he grabbed her hair and tugged her roughly up against him to whisper in his ear. Part of her wanted to crack him in the head with her own, although in the long run it wouldn't do much good. But her mood was certainly darkened at the news of being the warden's regular little fuck toy. Wasn't much she could do about it. But she was determined not to like it.
 
She should feel honored, at least she'd have a nice warm cock to use unlike most of the prisoners in here. But, for right now, the Warden was to busy driving his cock home to his climax to retort. Using all the strength he could gather up and smacking his manhood into her warm embrace. He could feel the light trembles going through his cock- he was sooo close. "Almost..."
 
She pulled herself away from Basco, leaning herself over the desk again, wishing this would just be over. His words brought her some relief, knowing he was near his release, not that she was looking forward to it or anything. Vanessa couldn't contain the moans, unable to help the pleasure she was receiving from his warm manhood.
 
She didn't have long to wait, Basco's whole body shuddered, and he almost slumped forward- and he smashed his hips forward and held steady. "Ahh- Ahhh." Naturally this was the sound he made as his semen rocketed from his cock, right into Vanessa, he didn't care about anything else but how glorious it felt to release himself right inside of her. He held her hips, so there'd be no pulling away...he wanted to savior it.
 
She moaned heavily, gripping the edge of the desk as his hot seed shot into her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. And she would have to get used to this, being the warden's new toy. Vanessa sighed, reluctantly laying against the desk, held in position by Basco.
 
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