INTRODUCTION

 

He was looking at the woman sitting in the chair thinking she was strikingly beautiful despite the orange prison jumpsuit she was wearing. She had honey blonde hair and bright green eyes, the kind that could seduce you with a glance and a bat of her eyelashes. But Kara Prince was a criminal, one of the best cat burglars ever. The only reason she was caught at all was dumb luck, a traffic stop for a burned out taillight. The fact that the officer was female and not prone to Kara's seductive ways had led to the discovery of stolen diamonds in her car and her subsequent arrest and conviction.

That was over two years ago and Kara had made four escape attempts since her incarceration. That was what brought her here, to Aaron's prison, a special facility designed to eliminate problem women. Kara nearly made good her escape the last time, injuring two guards in the process. But one of those guards was the nephew of a very powerful man. He was someone you would not want as an enemy. He was Kara's curse now, because her placement in this place was off the books, just like every other inmate here. As far as anyone knew, and no one did, she was permanently assigned to solitary confinement in a prison over a thousand miles away from where she sat.

Aaron watched Kara as she assessed the cuffs holding her wrists to the arms of the chair and the shackles on her ankles chained to a ring in the floor beneath her seat. She was already looking for a way out, but soon she would learn that would not be possible. Aaron's plans for her included a heavy measure of restrictions she could not foresee, since she had no idea what was really happening to her. She thought she was being moved to a facility catering to difficult female prisoners, completely unaware that her situation was far more insidious. Aaron had carte blanche to make her life as unpleasant as possible, and given his fixation on sadism, he was ready to take great pleasure in her imminent imprisonment.

Kara has landed in a place that doesn't exist, where the rich and powerful send those who could disrupt their lives. No map shows its existence because the people who created it want it that way. As for the women sent here, the lives they led are over and their futures dependent on the warden's whims. Kara was a rare exception to most of the other inmates, a dangerous one that would be handled more stringently than the others. Aaron looked forward to taming this one; her history showed she had a stronger spirit than the usual girls brought to him. He planned to take a large role in her rehabilitation in order to break her untamed spirit.

Chapter 1: Welcoming Kara

 

The door opened and a man who stood well over six feet tall stepped into the room carrying a folder filled with a stack of papers. He walked by the chained Kara and dropped the folder on the table before sitting across from her. He did not look at her, instead opening and thumbing through the full folder. She watched him intently, looking for a weakness she could exploit, but he was stoic at the moment giving her no clue how to read him. Be patient, he will be like all the others. Kara told herself, supremely confident in her ability to manipulate men.

After a few minutes of pregnant silence he looked up at her and said, "So I have the pleasure of meeting the Kara Prince...thief extraordinaire."

"One in the same, and you are?"

"Sir to you inmate," he snapped.

"Ok sir, when you get a chance I need to speak to my lawyer, I was treated improperly on my trip here."

"Oh really? How so?" he asked, seeming amused.

"They actually made me wear a hood for the whole trip! I could have suffocated!" she snapped.

"You seem fine now, and as for your request, it is denied."

"I have rights! I am an American citizen, you can't treat me this way!" Kara had found that had worked once or twice when she wanted to gain the upper hand since her initial arrest.

"I will say this only once, since you are now an inmate of my facility. You have no rights, as an American or even as a human. You made a fatal error in your last escape attempt, which sent you to me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'll grant you one more answer before we get started. One of the guards you injured in your last escape attempt is related to a very powerful man, he chose to have you sent here," the man said. Then he picked up her file and dropped it into a metal trashcan beside the table between them. He pulled a can of lighter fluid from his jacket's breast pocket and proceeded to squeeze a generous amount onto the papers, drenching them. He placed the can of fluid on the table, lit a match, and tossed it into the can.

As the flames roared up, startling Kara, he said, "That is your past and in some respects your future. Life as you knew it is over and you will learn to live at my convenience. Does that answer your question?" he asked.

"You're insane, I want to see my lawyer!" she snapped, a real fear rising inside her for the first time since she was in college. As soon as she said it she scolded herself, play it cool girl! This is a serious mess and you have to stay calm and figure which way is out. But believing what she was thinking was the hard part.

"You have no lawyer, no identity, nothing. Now we are wasting time, it is time to get started, you will learn soon enough. Gentlemen, please join us."

Kara heard the door open behind her and looked into the mirror on the wall to her left to see two tall, muscular men enter the room. They wore tight white pants and tee shirts, which was a stark contrast to their dark ebony skin. They moved to stand on both sides of the chair, their towering height dwarfing the diminutive blonde. She looked from side to side, seeing the enormous bulges in the crotches of their pants, which were just about at her eye level. Their shirts seemed to strain around their muscular torsos and arms, and when she looked up at them their eyes and bright white teeth made her cringe.

Kara had always feared large black men, having been mugged by one a few years back. She managed to escape him with a swift kick to his crotch, but ever since, just the sight of a man like that made her shiver with anxiety. Until now she had always remembered she had escaped unscathed from that attack to calm herself, but now it was different. Their presence, coupled with the nameless man's warnings triggered a new fear she could not suppress.

"Kara, this is Rock," the warden said, gesturing to the man on her left. Then, pointing to the other he said, "and his partner Hugo. They are your handlers and you will address them as Sir, just like you will address me."

"Fuck you asshole," Kara spat, her anger still stronger than her fear.

"Gag her," was all the warden said. Hugo stepped behind her and gripped her shoulders, holding her down with hands that felt like vices squeezing her shoulders. She tried to twist away with her head, but Rock had little trouble fitting a rubber ball into her mouth that was attached to a wide leather patch. He buckled it tightly behind her head, stretching the leather tight to her skin from just under her nose to just under her chin, where it cupped it to keep her jaw shut.

Kara tried to scream but it was muffled and ineffective. Before she could come to terms with the gag she felt them grab her arms above the cuffs. They released the ends that connected her to the chair and easily lifted her to her feet. Her arms were twisted behind her back and the open ends of the cuffs were attached to her opposite upper arms, just above the elbows. It was something she never experienced before, even with years as a prisoner. Her arms were trapped and utterly useless, in a very stressful position.

She was shoved back down onto the seat and stared at the warden with hatred in her eyes. In response he said, "This one will be fun, she has a bit of fire. Let's take a look at what she will bring to the table, careful not to damage the merchandise, she is spunky."

Kara saw the men on either side of her pull out long sharp knives with curved tips. She went rigid fearing they would cut her, but felt no relief when they instead started slicing up her jumpsuit. With the way the blades easily cut through the fabric she remained totally still as they cut away her sleeves, and then the legs of the orange suit. Finally they slashed away the front, revealing her plain white prison issue bra and panties. The men pulled away and discarded the remnants of her clothes, soon leaving her sitting in just her underwear.

This was nothing like anything she ever experienced, sure she was stripped searched before, even cavity searched, but with women not two gorillas and a chimpanzee. She was starting to believe the warden's assessment of her situation and she was very worried about how far this would go. I think I am in far deeper shit than I guessed. Got to stay calm, these sickos could kill me and you can't escape when you are dead! She did her best not to cry when her bra and panties were quickly cut off and she sat naked in front of three leering men.

"Looks like a 36C set boys, no sign of enhancement either, nice and natural. Tight abs and nicely rounded hips, she will be special when she learns to accept her place. But I am sure she will resist us, so how should we start?"

"She has earned the whip for disrespecting you Sir," Rock said, his voice deep and menacing.

Whip? Oh lord I am in hell! Kara thought and her fight instinct started to kick in, making her brace herself for what seemed like a nightmare. Would they really whip me? She somehow believed they would, since their barbarism was already established when they stripped her like they were skinning an animal. Kara stared at the warden, the first signs of worry evident in her gaze.

"By the look in her eye I think that would be a good idea, but shoe her first," the warden said, as he looked wolfishly at Kara.

Kara was sitting there in stunned disbelief watching as her handlers knelt by her feet and removed her prison loafers. They were replaced with black leather stiletto pumps. Her toes sat upon three-inch high platforms with her heels almost seven inches tall, arching her feet severely. One-inch wide straps, attached at the top of the heels wrapped around her ankles, in effect locking her feet into the shoes. An eighteen-inch chain was connected to rings mounted to her ankle straps between her legs, limiting her even further.

She was watching them remove her ankle irons once the shoes were on her feet, when the warden said, "Very pretty and quite effective. You won't be able to run fast or far should you manage elude our grasp wearing those. Now stand up wench!" barking out the last part like an order.

It startled Kara and she instinctively tried to get up, but with the new shoes and the awkward way her arms were pinioned, she struggled to comply. Something about the way he shouted told her that resistance would only make a bad situation worse. Luckily her handlers grabbed her upper arms and helped her to stand and she almost felt appreciation. The shoes were stiff and her feet were already sore and her ordeal was just beginning.

She was in a sort of a haze now, the room around her seeming like it was a dream, not reality. She saw the warden stand and felt her handlers guiding her around the chair and toward the door. She stumbled a few times, realizing he was right about how effective these shoes were, she could barely walk, let alone run. With her arms trapped behind her back her tits were thrust forward from arching her spine, increasing her embarrassment as the bounced and swayed while she walked.

She was so focused on her feet, she hardly noticed walking through the door and down a short hall to another door. They led her inside a room that had what looked like a large metal H in the middle of it. They guided her toward it and she gasped when they spun her around with her back toward the H and lifted her off her feet. They moved her backward and hooked the horizontal bar between her arms and back, lowering her back to her feet. The rod behind her shoulders hurt as it dug into her flesh with her feet just barely reaching the floor.

Rock knelt down behind her, grabbing her hobble chain and using it to pull her legs backward before clipping the center of the chain to a hook in the floor. This pitched her body forward, putting more pressure on her shoulders as her toes struggled to take some of her weight. Now she saw the warden remove his jacket and roll up his sleeves, making her worry about what he planned to do next.

Kara watched him bare his forearms before he took a whip with many knotted strands hanging from the handle off a hook on the wall behind him. The wall was lined with a variety of whips, canes, chains, and ropes, all of it intimidating to the vulnerable girl. As he swished the whip about, loosening and separating the tangled strands she felt her stomach twisting in knots, the idea of being whipped now seeming very real. The dreamlike feeling was gone with a terrifyingly stark reality taking control.

He ran the strands of the whip over her jutting tits, smiling at the terror building in her eyes. "I should whip these beauties, nothing like a pair of beaten tits to keep an inmate in line. But I will show you some mercy and give your first corrective on your rump, a place where you have a bit more meat to absorb the pain. Now, for calling me an asshole and telling me to fuck off will cost you ten lashes. I think you can handle that, but be warned, further outbursts will earn harsher penalties."

After he said that he stepped behind Kara, while the poor girl was still trying to find a way to alleviate the strain on her shoulders. She did not succeed by the time she heard the first 'swoosh' and the resounding smack against her clenched buttocks. She screamed into the gag, the sharp biting pain far more intense than she even imagined. By the third stroke she was crying, her poor bottom burning with pain. He measured his blows, making her wait for the harsh caress of leather against skin between each stroke.

Oh my God! He is fucking crazy! I am trapped in a lunatic asylum and if they keep me bound like this how the fuck can I escape? He had reached the fifth stroke and panic joined the burning pain, driving all her resolve away. SMACK! The sixth blow felt like a line of fire across her burning cheeks. SMACK! SMACK! He changed up with seven and eight, sending two blows against her, one right after the other. Because of the way she was fixed she could not escape, only able to twist in her bondage, making her shoulders burn almost as much as her ass.

Finally, he delivered the last two lashes, leaving her sobbing in defeat. He stepped back in front of her and casually hung the whip back on the wall. Through tear stained eyes she watched him roll down his sleeves and put his jacket back on, as if she was not even there. Finally he turned to face her again, cupping her leather clad chin in one hand, forcing her to look directly at him. She feared him now, her typical confidence shattered by his brutal treatment of her aching posterior.

"Rock and Hugo will take over from here, I have other matters to handle. I hope you understand the gravity of your situation now, but if you don't, they will make it clear for you. I'll see you soon slut," the warden said, and then he released his grip on her chin and left the room.