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Her guards manhandled her into an oak-panelled office. The room was empty, an impressive desk in front of her, and a door behind it similar to the one by which she had entered. Without further conversation, she was slammed down into a sturdy leather chair, provoking a squeal of pain and still-unexpected pleasure as her re-sensitized ass slammed into the unforgiving fabric. Before she even realised what they were doing, her arms had been released, but instead clasped into manacles on either side of the chair. And then, without further ado, they simply left.
Our heroine was not to be blessed with much time to herself. The door in front of her opened, and in walked a middle-aged man. Dressed smartly, bespectacled, balding, there seemed little doubt that this was indeed the warden. She noticed he locked it behind her
"Now, 'Super' Girl", he started, comfortably sitting himself down behind his desk, "I think it's time that we had a little chat about your future here. I rather think that you will have some idea of the treatment you can can expect in your time here."
"Treatment!..." started the former maid of might.
"Shut up slut;" he powerfully commanded her. "You still haven't learned your lesson - we are very rarely interested in what you have to say, and if we ever are, we will be sure to tell you". Even the formerly dauntless heroine was beginning to learn that it may be wise for her to hear what he had to had to say.
"Right, I am offering you 2 choices, which will effect how the rest of your time here goes, and before you jump to any rash conclusions, I'd like you to be confident that this really is a genuine choice". The warden reached for a control at his desk, and, not only did her wrist manacles spring open; but so did her accursed collar - she was free!
Firstly, you can choose to be a well-behaved inmate. Behave well, your time may go a bit quicker, you might earn a few privileges and even eventually become a trustee; but you need to show us that that you mean it. So it's quite simple really - you have to get down on your knees and suck my cock.
"I hardly think so!" spluttered our virtuous heroine, but was again quickly interrupted.
"Hear me out. You may not like that option, but it may be a better one than the other one. That's even simpler, really, you can choose bad behaviour. I saw you notice the door behind me. The corridor behind me leads straight to a private underground car park; there's only one car in it, and the keys are in the ignition. There's no guard at the end of the ramp - and you're home free - but a wanted criminal of course. But there's a bigger catch of course - I've got the key to that door, and I'm not going to give it to you. So you've got to take it off me. I don't think that I'm that special, but I reckon I can take out a cow-titted slapper like you. O course, I might be wrong. But if if I'm right, and you choose to misbehave, there will be consequences."
"So what do want to do slut?"
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