Fresh Meat for the Warden

Danica Dillan sits locked in her cage, knees spread, hands gripping the bars. Dana DeArmond stops outside, eyes sharp, the keys already in her hand. “Special meeting with the Warden,” she says, voice low. “Spread those cheeks first.” Danica presses her ass against the bars. Dana slips two fingers straight into the tight hole, hooks, and twists until the muscle gives. She adds a third, then a fourth, knuckles popping past the rim. Danica grunts, forehead against cold steel. Dana works the fist in and out, slow then sudden, stretching the ring wide. When she pulls free, Danica’s hole stays open, winking, pink insides catching the light. Dana slaps the exposed cheeks until they glow. She climbs onto the cage top, lowers her bare ass right onto Danica’s face, and rocks until the prisoner’s tongue finds her hole. Danica licks deep, breathing hard through her nose, tasting sweat and skin. Dana grinds harder, cutting off air, only letting up when the tongue starts to flag. The cage door opens. Dana yanks Danica out by the hair and marches her down the corridor to the Warden’s private quarters. Inside, the Warden waits with a flogger in hand. Danica is bent over the desk. The leather cracks across her ass, then lower, striping the backs of her thighs. Her hole clenches, still loose from Dana’s fist. The Warden picks up a thick glass plug and pushes it in without lube. Danica’s rim stretches around it, sucking it deep. When the plug is yanked free, a larger one follows. Each toy leaves the hole red and puffy, gaping wider. Finally the Warden drops his pants, spits on his cock, and drives straight in. Dana steps in front, spreads her ass again, and Danica buries her tongue while the Warden fucks her ass raw. Every thrust pushes Danica’s face deeper between Dana’s cheeks. She gasps, licks, and takes every inch until the Warden empties inside her.