Page 67 of Caught By Menace

“Warden, if you have eyes and ears all over this prison, you must already know those names.”

“Oh we’re going to the play the smart-ass card?” Hazard lowered the cane and snapped his fingers. “Guard, show the prisoner what happens to smart-asses.”

“Happy to, Warden.” Menace snatched her right off the floor and carried her to the bench along the back wall. He sat down and draped her across his thighs. She gasped and put her hands back to stop the inevitable spanking. “Hands on the floor or I’ll ask the warden for the use of his cane.”

She whimpered but did exactly as told. Fingertips on the cold floor, Naya dropped her head and went limp across his lap. Overthe last few weeks together, she had taken his lessons to heart. He had made sure she understood that it was in her best interest to remain as relaxed as possible.

With her small body supported by his thighs, Menace swept his calloused palms up and down her plump ass. Soon her brown skin would darken with heat. His cock throbbed to life. This fantasy had been put together to make her scream with pleasure, but Menace was finding it incredibly arousing himself.

“Oh!” Naya cried out as his hand cracked her backside. “No! No! No!”

She wiggled on his lap, the movement making her ass cheeks jiggle. Her soft belly rubbed against the head of his cock. He had to push down the surge of excitement that rocked him and concentrate on her tone and breathing. She was saying no but meant yes. There was a fine line he had to walk.

His hand bounced from cheek to cheek. He kept the power behind each strike enough to make her cry but never enough to harm her. She would have a red, sore ass by the end of it but no lasting damage.

“Please, Sir! Please! No more! No!Oh!”

Her begging cries were music to his mean Master ears. If they’d been back in their quarters, he would have tossed her on the nearest table, pushed her thighs wide open and attacked her pussy to show her that every bit of pain came with even more pleasure. But he wasn’t in charge now and this scene was just getting started.

Menace glanced at Hazard and gave a small nod. Understanding their silent communication, Hazard announced, “I think she’s had enough, Guard Menace.”

“Yes, Warden.” Menace stood her up and fought the urge to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. No guard would do such a tender thing, but a husband definitely would.

“Stand up straight. Hands behind your back.” Hazard tossed the cane back onto the interrogation table. “Let’s try this again. Give me the names of your coconspirators.”

Naya sniffled but shook her head. “Never.”

Hazard retrieved a leather strap looped onto a handle. It was the kind of impact implement that would leave welts on a submissive’s backside. “You realize we can beat your ass all night?”

She hesitated a moment before finally declaring, “I’m not afraid of you.”

Hazard studied her. “No, I don’t think you are. Guard?”

Menace stepped forward so she could see him and he could read her face better. “Yes, Warden?”

“Take the prisoner to administrative segregation. Make sure the other women see her getting a special cell. Have the mess send her a hot meal.”

Fully into the fantasy now, Naya exclaimed, “You can’t do that! They’ll think I’m a snitch. I’ll be on their hit list.”

Hazard toyed with the thick leather loop of the strap. “That’s not my problem anymore, Prisoner A114. I tried to give you an out but you wouldn’t take it.”

“I won’t squeal on my friends.”

Hazard moved so fast Naya took an instinctive step back. Stopping mere inches from her, the other man dragged the wide leather strap down the front of her body. He stopped when the strap was pressed against her mound. “Maybe we’ll see how loudly you squeal while riding our cocks.”

Her eyes widened. “S-sir?”

Turning on the charm, Hazard said, “This is a lonely, isolated system, honey. A man has needs. It would be nice to ease them with a willing woman.”

She gulped. Her frantic gaze skipped from Hazard’s face to his. Menace stayed in the role he’d written for himself buther face softened at the sight of him. Looking reassured, she whispered, “And if I say yes?”

“When we’re done with you, we throw you back in gen pop. You get to keep your honor and loyalty to your friends. We get to sink our cocks into some hot, tight pussy.”

Menace had to give Hazard props for inhabiting the role of a sick, twisted warden rather well. For such a laid-back prankster, Hazard could be a real dickhead when the circumstances called for it.

Naya still hadn’t given her answer. Hazard pinched her nipple and twisted it hard enough that she rose onto tiptoes and squeaked in protest. He laughed and released her tortured nipple. “I’d say that’s a yes. Guard? String her up.”

Naya had neverbeen so wet. The evidence of her arousal seeped from her body and stained her inner thighs. The slick fluid cooled as the frigid air in the room hit her skin. No doubt her evil husband had kicked on the air-conditioning to keep her as uncomfortable as possible.

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