Thread: El Cereso Prison (Steel Butterfly & Adam)

Harvey leaned back in his chair. Behind him was a panorama window, giving a magnificent view of the dry Mexican landscape. In the distance, the outline of Juarez could bee seen through the hazy, dust filled air. There were plenty of people for whom this had been their last view of the world outside of the prison walls, and most likely that would be the case for Joanne as well. When the cuffed girl spoke, the smug smile exploded into a croak laughter. What was this? A rabbit caught in the head-lights a truck, that did not freeze or even flee, but instead tried to command the truck to stop? It was just as fun as it was naive, because no matter what the rabbit did, it would still be hit by the truck. Or else what? the hardened prison warden asked, with a mocking interest in his voice. You'll kill me too? He laughed at his own joke, and the two guards joined in as well. They did not sound very amused, but they were smart enough to know what was expected of them, so they played along in their superiors game. The laughing awoke his pet that had been sleeping under the desk. Lying completely still in it's sleep until now, it was not strange that it had gone unnoticed. But now that she yawned, letting out a little high pitch moan, and lifted her head up, it was hard not to notice her. The pet did not look the way normal people would expect a pet to look like. It was not a faithful dog or a graceful cat that was curled up in the straw basket under his desk, no, it was a human being, a woman in her late 20's to be more exact. Apart from the pink collar around her neck and the long hair, so blonde that it was obvious that it was dyed, that fell down over her shoulder, there were nothing that covered her pale skin. Actually, the hair color was not the only thing on the girl that was fake. No woman with such a slender, athletic body would have been blessed, or cursed, with such large breasts. Harvey reached down to his little toy and scratched it behind the ear. The girl, or maybe thing was a more appropriate description, let out a purring sound of pleasure as her hole body shivered under the touch. The wave of sensation that run through her ended with her wiggling her ass. The light tone of the skin on her petite abdomen was broken off by deep red stripes, the fading evidence of a thorough beating. It focused it's clear blue eyes on the fingers that had been scratching it, and then proceeded to lick them eagerly. She let them slide in between her shrill pink painted lips and started to suck on them like a baby given the breast, like if there were nothing else in the world. Calm down, Pussy, you will get your food soon. the warden said as he pulled his fingers away and patted the poor creature. Harvey looked up at his new subject again. Here at El Cereso we have a very special system. It keeps the inmates calm, it keeps the guards happy and it keeps my bosses satisfied. From the distant tone in his voice, it was clear that he had given this little speech countless times before. You, like many female inmates before you, will fulfill an important function in this system. You are the oil that keeps the machinery running. He paused for a while, not to contemplate what to say next, but to savor the moment. By know, the expression on the bitches faces was usually priceless. Some would be scared, others would be angry. He wished that he would have been able to save all their expressions, and frame photos of them and make a little exhibition. You can not choose not to fulfill this function, to not play your role, because no matter what you choose to do, it will reinforce this system. I encourage you to try to break it, only so that you can learn to fail. The pet, now that it had been deprives of his fingers, had started to enthusiastically lick his black leather boots instead. Now you will be given a choice. I want you to think it through carefully. There was something about the way he said it that made him sound sincere, maybe it was because he was actually looking straight into her eyes now, and not at her tits. You can either be taken to your cell, and live your life as a prisoner, or you can curl up with Pussy under my desk and live your life as a pet.