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Eyes up, inmate.
Right fucking here.
Look at your Warden.
Yeah… that’s it.
Stare at the woman who owns every inch of you the second that door slammed shut.
Welcome to Ryker’s Island.
My island.
My rules.
My cock-hungry little playthings don’t leave until I say they’re broken in properly.
Strip.
Slowly.
Make it a show for me.
Peel that jumpsuit off like you’re unwrapping a gift I already own.
Hands behind your head when you’re bare.
Chest out.
Cock out.
Let me see how hard you got just hearing my boots click down the cell block toward you.
You thought this was a men’s prison?
Wrong.
This is where bad boys come to get owned by a woman who knows exactly how to make them whimper.
And you… you’re already leaking for me, aren’t you?
Poor little inmate.
So tough on the streets.
So fucking pathetic on your knees in front of me.
On the floor.
Crawl.
Crawl to your Warden’s boots.
Kiss them.
Lick the leather clean.
Taste the dirt from the yard where I’ve fucked every defiant little slut before you.
Good boy.
Now look up at me while you do it.
Watch me slide my skirt up.
No panties underneath.
Just wet, swollen, ready to use your face like a throne.
Get that tongue out.
Flat.
I’m gonna grind on it till I soak your chin.
You don’t get to breathe until I cum.
You don’t get to swallow until I say.
You’re nothing but my personal seat right now.
(soft, dangerous laugh)
Feel that?
My fingers in your hair.
Pulling you in deeper.
Smothering you in my cunt while I ride your mouth like I hate you.
That’s right… struggle a little.
It makes me clench harder.
Now turn around.
Ass up.
Face down on the cold concrete.
Spread yourself for me.
Show Warden Ryker that tight hole she’s about to claim.
I’m strapping on the thickest black one I own.
The one that makes grown men cry and beg.
No lube.
You didn’t earn it.
You take it raw, just like the bad boy you are.
Beg me.
Loud enough for the whole block to hear.
“Warden Ryker, please fuck my ass.
Please ruin me.
Please make me your dripping bitch.”
Louder.
I want the other inmates jealous.
(low growl)
There we go…
Feel me pressing in.
Slow at first… then all the way.
Every thick inch splitting you open.
You’re clenching so hard around me… trying to push me out?
Too late.
I’m buried to the hilt.
Now I’m gonna fuck you stupid.
Hard.
Deep.
Relentless.
Every thrust is a reminder:
This ass? Mine.
This mouth? Mine.
This pathetic leaking cock? Mine to edge, mine to deny, mine to milk dry when I decide you’ve suffered enough.
When I’m done, I’m gonna pull out and paint your back with my strap-on’s load—yeah, I rigged it to cum for sluts like you.
Thick ropes all over your skin so everyone knows who you belong to.
Then you’ll crawl back to your cell.
Dripping.
Bruised.
Marked.
And every time you sit, every time you breathe, you’ll feel me still inside you.
Now say it for me, inmate.
Who owns this prison?
Who owns your holes?
Who owns you?
(pause, then dark, satisfied purr)
That’s my good boy.
Ryker’s Island.
Population: you… and every filthy thought I have about breaking you again tomorrow.
Now open wide…
Warden’s not finished with you yet.