[darkstalker]

Consuming the gore from the plate and table had taken several long torturous minutes. The juice had actually gone down more easily after the initial taste, but her gore did not. It actually came up a second time before she managed to keep it down and the warden had her lick it from between the crevices and even get down on the floor to clean it off. It had been worse then disgusting and she cried bitterly through the whole process. But finally she was done. She looks to the warden, hoping for some mercy but he simply smiles.
“Now... to clean you up for the day’s festivities.”
That dark smile makes her shiver and when she is dragged out back towards the bathroom she screams. It doesn’t matter. He hangs her by the binds she has and sprays her down with the hose, the ropes unable to hold her up against the pressure, thus letting her body slam into the floor as the cold water splashes her naked body, chilling it to the bone. Spluttering, she is sprayed down, then the rope is taken away and she is taken to the office, with the lieutenant there as well. He holds her tightly by one arm, his fingernails digging in to her tender flesh.
“You can put her there James,” says the warden.
The man throws her down across the floor and she stays there, curling in a ball. The carpeting barely lessening the pain she feels from the throw.
“You can leave now James,” says the warden. The man nods and shuts the door.
The warden walks over to her, his massive girth overshadowing her. He tosses a garment down at her. “Put this on.”
She takes the clothes in quivering hands, noticing they are simply a pair of panties and a white tank top. They are flimsy but she dons them with shaking hands, her body sore from the mere touch of the fabric. “Good,” says the warden, “seems you’re finally learning to be obedient.”
“C-can you take it out?” she ask, swallowing a wad of spit in her throat.
“What?” he says. “Oh... the dildo you must mean. Get up and turn around.”
She does so, moving slowly. “Bend down and stick that ass out,” he says. Whimpering, she complies, exposing her rear to him, pushing aside the panties she’s just donned. She can hear the warden licking his fat lips behind her, feel as he plays with the dildo, making her whimper, turning it this way and that, tugging at it. She knows he is enjoying her suffering, his slow jerking of the toy and moving it in her insides when it is so uncomfortable. It brings tears to her eyes but fortunately, does not last. She feels more then she hears it deflate suddenly, the pressure released. It goes down to a far more manageable size and is wrenched out without any tenderness, eliciting a scream from her vocals.
It comes out with a pop, hitting the floor with a squelch. He grips her hair then, pulling her to his desk and pointing to a camera to the left of the door she hadn’t noticed upon entry. One attached to the ceiling. “Alright bitch,” he says. “Now this is how it’s going to work.”
The tears are already running down her cheeks before he has finished his full instructions.

“I want you to fuck me,” they hear over the audio. “I want you to rape me and play out your fantasies.” The tears are glistening in her eyes Alec and John can see. Watch from the audio room as the bitch fondles her tits and fucks the long wooden dildo propped up in the middle of the room, bouncing up and down on it, hurting herself. They can watch her, twitching, her legs shaking.
That dildo hadn’t done her much good, expanded in her stomach like it was. And now with the sun coming through the front window, blinds open, the girl is sweating.
“Almost time,” says John, looking at his watch. Even though he doesn’t participate in the “game” John always seems to love watching the cunt run.
“Should we get her now...?” asks Alec, watching the girl.
“All you have to do to make me yours for the week,” says the girl, her teeth chattering. “Is catch me in the game...”
They can hear the men banging, smashing their fist against the bars. Their hoots clamoring through the halls, reaching their little room. “Yeah...” says John, rubbing his crotch before pressing a button on the intercom. “Think it’s time for the cunt to pay her dues.”

Sophia stops rubbing herself, the large wooden staff spreading her legs painfully wide, spreading her and hurting her insides. She stops... because she hears the voice on the intercom.
“Alright, you little slut,” says the voice. “You can get off and start.”
She slides off the dildo, almost painfully. It hurts, but she makes herself stand on wobbly legs. Her only chance to get out is now, if at all.
“Now...” says the warden’s voice. “In the drawer, lower left, is a collar. Put it on.”
She walks around the desk, opening the drawer, seeing the collar with a number lock system. Shaking, with quivering arms, she puts it on, letting it click in place. It tightens uncomfortably around her throat a small noise beeping against her ear.
“You’ll have two hours to get out and stay hidden in the woods. If you get caught before then the inmate group will put in their number sequence and you belong to them for the week. And trust me, there are some of them you don’t want to be caught by. Some are a lot worse then others.”
She feels the piss run down her legs, shaking uncontrollably. What could these men do to her in a week? She daren’t think it. Only getting out. She has to keep her focus on that.
She hears the door to her right, a metal one, opening with a click, sliding part way open. “There’s your chance. Better use it.”
She bolts, hitting the door in a dead run, almost falling over in the stair way but keeping her balance, if just barely. Now to get outside....

John turns his attention to the men, watching for a little while as the girl stumbles, tripping once in her haste to get down the metal stairs. He loves the jiggle of her breasts beneath the sweaty top, her nipples already sticking out through it. She probably thinks there’s a way out once she reaches the forest, he hasn’t told her of the extra surprises in store that the collar has hidden away. But she’ll find them, soon enough. For now... he waits....
As she makes it outside, her foot just touching the dirt. He unlocks the cells to those who will participate in the “game.” A few hand selected men who are known for their brutality.
“Alright you mucks, you know the rules. Guy who gets the bitch gets to keep her and use her as he wants for a week. So get running you mules. I want to see that cunt bent over in ten minutes! Go!”
The men are quick, gate cells slamming and banging as feet stomp across the stone floor, their voices clamoring to be heard over the din. He leans back and smiles. The GAME has begun.