"My name is Warden Thompson," he said. "You will call me Sir. When I speak, you will answer, yes, Sir, or no, Sir. Do you understand!"
"Yes, Sir," Meghan said miserably.
"Now I don't want to hear you tell me about being not guilty, about being falsely imprisoned, about being abused or deprived of your rights. I don't give two shits. Understand!"
"Yes, Sir," she gulped.
"I'm running a business here. I take the people I'm given and get them to make money for the county while they serve their time. The men do hard, manual labor out in the fields planting and harvesting crops, doing road-work, cutting trees, and clearing land."
"The women do sewing work, laundry, and assembly line work for twelve hours a day, seven days a week. They sleep four to a cell, just like the men, and have two meals a day, just like the men."
"You, however, are a different class of people entirely. You're one of our high earners, a special."
He moved closer, then ran his hand over her tight breast. The jumpsuit was so tight it strained across her mammaries, and her nipples were clearly visible through it. He stroked her breast, then pinched her nipple as he smiled down at her.
"We make a real big profit from our special girls," the warden said.
His hand went to the zipper running down the middle of the jumpsuit and slid it slowly down between her breasts, down her belly and abdomen to just above her crotch. He pulled the sides apart to bare her breasts and gazed at them admiringly.
"Yup, you'll be a high earner," he smiled. His hand slid into the jumpsuit and down between her legs, squeezing her bare pussy.
"Know how much money I can make off of this!" he grinned, squeezing her pussy hard.
She said nothing, just stood there, red faced and frightened.
"Guess how much," he leered.
She still said nothing and he tightened his grip on her pussy.
"Please," she gasped.
"Guess."
"I don't knooooooww," she moaned.
He loosened his grip but didn't take his hand off.
"Three… maybe four hundred thousand bucks a year," he grinned. "That's what I get from selling this." He gave her pussy another hard squeeze.
"Oowwwww!" she gasped, squirming helplessly as he pinched and squeezed her pussy pad.
He laughed and pulled his hand out, then spun her around and unlocked the handcuffs. He spun her back and stood back a little, still grinning.
Meghan rubbed her wrists and looked at him fearfully.
"You're gonna whore for me, work in strip clubs, do sex shows, make videos, and pose for pictures. You'll do it all and smile while you're doing it, or I'll whip the skin off your back and throw you in a shed down in the fields. Know what happens in the sheds!"
She shook her head, frightened.
"They tie you down on a dirty old mattress, arms and legs apart, then let the male prisoners at you. There's hundreds of 'em down there, all big and nasty and sweaty, and they'll fuck you raw, one after another after another, until you're unconscious. Ever wonder if you can be fucked to death! You can. I've seen it done."
He stepped forward threateningly. "You wanna try it!"
"No," she gulped.
"No, Sir!" he snapped.
"NO, Sir," she gasped.
"Then let me see you smile," he grinned.
She looked at him in shock.
"Smile," he glared.
She tried to smile but it was awfully hard, considering.
"You better become a better actress, slut, or you'll wind up in the sheds."
He went around the desk and sat down, then leaned back and put his hands behind his head.
"Stand up straight," he ordered.
She straightened her shoulders, her fear easily overriding her embarrassment now.
"Throw that chest out. Let me see those titties."
She stood as straight as she could, sniffling and fighting back tears.
"Walk back and forth in front of the desk. And do it with some grace. You're supposed to be a lady, remember."
It was bizarre walking back and forth like that, naked, especially in high heels, but she did it.
"Tun your back to me and bend way over," he ordered.
After all she had been through doing this didn't embarrass Meghan as it once would have. She even spread her legs without being told.
"Now I want you to reach between your legs and pry your pussy lips open," the warden said. "Let me see pink."
She was shocked by the request, but raised her hands and pushed them through her legs. She knew she had no choice in anything any more.
She eased her fingers into her pussy and gently pulled her cunt lips apart.
"Wider," he snapped.
She clenched her teeth as she pulled her pussy lips wider.