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Womanized Warden
The author has requested their name not be shown.
Therefore it is listed as by anonymous
Power certainly has its privileges. At least, that's what I used to
think. I was the warden at the largest female prison in Texas. We had well
over 5,000 all female inmates. Mostly minor felons. I was literally the only
male in the entire complex. Over time, I had even phased in all female
guards. So I was basically one proud papa. But, unfortunately, the funding
provided by the state often fell short in terms of operating the facility and
feeding some of my more high-class habits. With that in mind, I was placed
into contact with a few people who paid big bucks for attractive girls who
would not be missed, a prototype which I had an abundance of. And that's
how the sex slave ring came into being. I never got too greedy, mind you. It
was always one girl every few months. That actually provided ample
additional funding. And it was amazingly easy to pick a girl and just make
her disappear.
The buyers were very particular about what they wanted. They
specified the details down to the exact clothes the girl should be wearing and
the exact location of the pick-up. It was usually right outside the walls of the
complex. Two of my best guards would lead the girl out to her new life in
the back of the buyers' van.
This time around, they wanted a tall, slender brunette with blue eyes.
Who doesn't? I had the perfect girl picked out. Alannah Hill was a petty
thief, serving a six month stint after a third conviction for armed robbery of
convenience stores. She was a statuesque brunette, with the most brilliant
blue eyes. It was amazing to me that such a beautiful girl was forced to turn
to a life of crime. She had no real ties to the outside world anyway. Parents
were both dead. No close relatives or significant other. Aside from
friendships Al struck up in the joint, she didn't seem to know anyone. In a
nutshell, she was a perfect candidate. We'd just claim we shot her during an
escape attempt and switch out a dead body with one from the morgue. Like
clockwork.
It was Friday night, about 8pm. The pick-up had been scheduled by
the buyers for about midnight that night, same procedure as usual. On
Thursday night, I'd had my best guards pick Al up out of general population
and prepared. That meant showered and shaved and properly dressed.
She was currently waiting in the bedroom of my apartment within the
complex. That was the other part of our procedure. Before each girl was
sent off, I usually liked to give her a little going away present. I figured since
this was to be their new life anyway, I might as well get them used to it.
Besides, I wasn't exactly a shabby lay. To the contrary of the stereotype of
the old fat warden, I was actually relatively young and in good shape. I was
tall with a runner's body, not overly muscular. After I was finished, the
guards would pick her up and drop her off for the buyers. As I said, power
has its privileges. Or so I thought.
My key opened the door to my apartment. I had instructed my two
best guards to hang out near my place, but also that I was not to be disturbed
for a few hours until the pick-up. As I entered the bedroom, I saw a lovely if
not familiar sight. Al was bound to the bed, tied spread-eagled to the four
bedposts. A large penis gag muffled her crying pleas for release. She was
wearing exactly what the buyers had requested. A black latex bodysuit with a
turtleneck and zip in the back covered a pair of black fishnet pantyhose. She
also had on a tight black skirt which finished well above her knees. Locked
onto her feet were a pair of black three-inch pumps with locking ankle straps.
In short, she was a vision.
I approached the bed and sat down next to the captive. Her blue eyes
looked at me with fear and hatred. I tried to calm her down by rubbing her
tight stomach, but that only seemed to make her struggle against her bonds.
"Whoa, Al," I said, "I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll leave that to my
comrades picking you up later tonight."
Her eyes went wide.
"Have you ever been to the Orient? I hear it's really quite lovely. I'm
sure you'll love it. As long as you're cooperative."
I started to take my clothes off. She realized that I intended to have
my way with her bound form, and she started to struggle some more. Soon,
she grew tired, and by then I was naked and ready to go. I kissed her clothed
breasts when there was a knock on my door. I growled to myself, but got
up, put on a robe and went to the door.
When I checked the peep hole, I saw my two best guards waiting,
with their heads down. I told them that I didn't want to be disturbed under
any circumstances! I opened the door to give them the tongue lashing of a
lifetime. When I did, I was met with the barrel of a gun in my face.
"Lopez, Henderson? What the hell do you think you're doing?" I
asked.
The two guards forced their way into the apartment and closed the
door behind them. When they both looked up, I realized that they were not
Lopez and Henderson.
"Who the hell are you? What is going on here?" I demanded.
The brunette who had the gun on me nailed me in the face with the
butt. I was knocked to the ground.
"Shut the fuck up!" she exclaimed. The other guard was carrying a
gym bag and had already gone to the bed and started to free Al.
"Consider us a liberating force. And a bringer of justice," she
continued, "Anne, do you have Al loose yet?"
"Yeah, Pat. She's loose." Anne responded.
I looked closely at Pat. She seemed familiar. She obviously was not
one of the guards, but I remembered her for some reason. Then it hit me.
Patricia Wallace and Anne Dylan were a pair of murderers who had escaped
from this very prison six months ago. They had killed a man that Patricia
claimed had raped her. The evidence was too flimsy in the rape case, and the
guy ended up walking. Until they got a hold of him. My relationship with
Pat had always been strained. I was constantly hitting on her because I knew
it drove her crazy and that there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
"Good to see you again, Pat. If you missed me so much, you could
have just called." I was trying to defuse the tension and stall until the real
guards came around.
Pat was in no humor.
"Very funny, warden," she coldly replied, " We'll see what your
sense of humor is like when we're through with you. I know for a fact that
your sense of irony will be a lot better."
I stood up. I wasn't going to let them intimidate me.
"You two bitches have to be the stupidest people I know. I mean,
who the hell breaks back into a heavily guarded prison? My guards will be
back here to plug holes into all of you within the hour." I said.
"If you're referring to Lopez and Henderson, warden, they're taking
a rather extended nap. And I know for a fact that your other guards don't
patrol this part of the complex at all." Pat shot back.
I knew she was right. My mind immediately started to plot for a way
to get a distress signal out. By now, Anne had untied Al. Al came up to me
and slapped me in the face.
"You fucking bastard," she said, "you're gonna pay for this."
"You girls seem to be forgetting that I'm the warden and you all are,
in no particular order, a prisoner and two fugitives."
"You're the warden, huh? We'll just see about that." said Anne. She
had brought the gym bag over.
"Now take the robe off. You're gonna take a shower."
Pat's gun pointed me into the direction of the bathroom. I had no
choice but to play along for now and hope for an opportunity to overtake her
weapon. I threw my robe off and went into the bathroom. Anne turned the
shower on. I wondered what they were up to. Even if this part of the
complex were not guarded, there was no way the other guards would let them
leave the complex. Unless they had gotten to all the other guards. But that
was impossible. Anne turned the shower on and commanded me to step in.
I got into the shower, and Anne handed me an unlabelled bottle.
"Use this bodywash all over your body, hair and face." Anne
commanded. Pat and Al were observing. I noticed that Al had unlocked the
shoes and gotten undressed. She was pulling a guard uniform out of the bag.
So that was their ploy.
"You know, even if you're dressed at guards, the guards at the gate
won't let you out without proper ID." I began. I started washing myself
from the substance from the bottle. It smelled very odd. Soon after, my
whole body started to tingle.
"Don't worry, warden," Pat responded, "we know the one time that
the guards don't check at the gate. When you're making one of your
'deliveries.'"
She was right. I always arranged for Lopez and Henderson to make
the deliveries unimpeded, and this time was no exception. But that puzzled
me, since that meant they planned to deliver Al to the buyers. That didn't
make any sense. As I pondered that, I was shocked to find all the hair
washing off my body. The hair on my head came off in my clumps.
"What the fuck did you do to me?!" I exclaimed.
"That body wash I gave you was actually a powerful depilatory. Not
only does it take out hair on contact, but it also keeps it from growing back
for a few months. Hope you like the bald look." Anne answered.
"If your plan is to humiliate me, you'll have to do a lot more than
that." I said through clenched teeth.
"Don't worry," said Pat, "we will." I finished rinsing off all my hair
and shut the water off. Anne handed me a towel and some lotion. I dried off
and, at her command, rubbed the lotion all over my body to avoid
"unbearable itching and burning."
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn't recognize myself.
I now looked like a department store mannequin. Pat motioned for me to sit
down on the toilet. Anne was pulling supplies out of the gym bag. The
first thing I noticed was nail polish and a baggie with false nails. Al spread
my feet apart and started to paint my toenails a bright red. Anne was working
on my hands with the false nails and a very noxious smelling gel to adhere
them. Pat held the gun right at my temple, in case I got any funny ideas.
"The nail polish is permanent, as is the glue I'm using to attach the
nails." Anne relished the explanation.
"As soon as you chicks try to escape, I'll have my people hunt you
down like dogs. And none of this bullshit you're doing to me is that
permanent." I was really getting pissed.
"It's pretty permanent for where you're heading." Pat added
cryptically.
They finished with my hands and feet. The polish and glue must
have been super-quick dry, because Anne quickly lashed my wrists and
ankles behind the toilet. Al forced my knees around the toilet bowl, leaving
my thighs spread and my member wide open. Anne had a syringe in her
hand. Now I was starting to panic. She injected it right at the base of my
penis. I could almost immediately feel my penis go completely flaccid. I
screamed in shock.
"Isn't there anyway we can shut him up?" Pat implored.
I expected to be gagged. Instead, Anne came at me with a little tube
of Binaca. She forced my mouth open and sprayed a few times at the back of
my throat. It tasted very minty. My mouth felt very strange. I opened it and
tried to complain, but nothing came out. I tried again, but nothing.
"Warden, that spray just paralyzed your larynx. It forms a strong
bond with the layering of your throat and won't come off without a special
antidote spray," Anne explained, " now for the piece de resistance."
Anne approached with what appeared to be a hairy piece of skin. She applied
a generous amount of glue to one side of it, then placed it down at my nether
regions. She shoved my flaccid penis into a holder in the skin and pushed
the skin in place over my cock and balls. She held it for a second and then let
go.
Al approached me. "It seems so real," she said, as she stuck her finger into
an opening in the skin, "you gave him pussy lips!"
I looked down to see that in the place of my member was now a realistic
looking vagina, with the pubic hair shaped into the traditional heart. I
suppose that even if they hadn't froze my throat, I'd be too speechless to
scream anyway.
"You, see, warden," Pat spoke, "the only thing I've been obsessing about
since we escaped is getting even with you."
"I hope you appreciate the effort we put in," Anne continued, "we had to steal
all this stuff from a top secret cosmetics lab. We don't even know if any of
this stuff is FDA approved. Although, that's about to be the least of your
worries."
"Warden, you represent my last statement to the world about how I feel about
men. You were gonna ship Al off to be some sex slave in Thailand. You
probably would have doing the same to Anne and I if we had stayed." Pat
said.
Anne reached back into the bag and pulled out two lumps of skin.
They resembled breasts, and each had a realistic nipple. Al slathered a
generous amount of glue along the back of each.
"But I really don't blame you for that," Pat continued, "after all,
you're a man. Men don't know any better. And the reason is, you never had
to walk a mile in our shoes. But that's about to change."
At that moment, Anne pushed one of the lumps onto my right breast
and held it there for a few seconds. She did the same with the other breast.
When she let go, I felt the sudden weight of two huge breasts weighing my
chest down. I was in a daze. I had a pussy and two breasts. Anne pulled
some make-up from the bag and started applying it around the edges of where
the lumps met my skin. I watched as the line formed between the fake
breasts and my chest disappeared. Even from up close, the breasts now
looked very much a part of me.
"When do we get to do his face up?" Al asked. She was really
enjoying my torment.
"After the hair." Anne responded. She pulled out a full brunette wig
that very closely resembled Al's. There was now no doubt about the reality
of my situation. I think I had knew much earlier but didn't want to
acknowledge it. The three were going to escape dressed as guards in the only
way possible. They were going to make the midnight delivery to the buyer as
scheduled. Except the delivery was me.
Al spread liberal amounts of gel all over the inner lining of the wig
before it was pressed firmly onto my head. A few seconds later and I knew it
was firmly in place. If this glue came from an experimental lab, I reasoned,
chances are it wouldn't come off without a specific solvent. I was going to
be in this for awhile. Al had grabbed a pin and two cotton swabs. She
wiped my ear lobes and quickly poked two holes. I winced as she finished.
To add insult to injury, I watched her take the small gold studs out of her ears
and put each onto mine. I guess if I was replacing her, I might as well have
her earrings as well.
Now I was ready for the make-up. Anne pulled an entire kit out of
the bag. I watched helplessly as Anne and Al started applying foundation,
blush, eyeshadow, mascara and lipstick. It took a very long time. When
they were done, Anne pulled out an aerosol can and thoroughly sprayed its
contents all over my face and waited for a good minute.
"Warden, not to sound like a broken record, but the stuff I just
sprayed over your make-up is permanent sealant. None of the stuff we
painted on your face will come off until the sealant is removed with another
special formulation, which you conveniently will not have. As a bonus, the
make-up also won't smudge at all. Look on the bright side, you won't have
to worry about reapplying it." Anne cackled.
Al held up a mirror to my new face. I really didn't recognize the
woman staring back.
"Okay, I think we're about ready to get you dressed." Pat motioned
for Al to untie me. My arms and legs were incredibly sore. I was untied and
led into the bedroom. I wondered what further humiliation I might suffer.
I didn't have to wait long to find out. Al, with a big smile on her
face, tossed me the black bra and g-string she was formerly wearing. I
fumbled with the bra but managed to get it around my ample bosom. The
support it provided was actually welcome. The g-string immediately rode up
the crack of my ass. Next came the fishnet pantyhose. I mimicked the
bunching method I had seen countless lovers use, and I was able to get them
up my legs easily. I noticed how remarkably similar the shape of my legs
was to Al's.
Al then tossed me the turtleneck bodysuit. I stepped into them as Al came up
from behind me and zipped up the back, sealing me in. The turtleneck
effectively hid my adam's apple, which was apparently the last remnant of
my malehood. Anne came up behind me and pulled the bottom of the
bodysuit up further into the crack of my ass. She then took a tube of
superglue and liberally applied some down the entire path of the zipper. This
bodysuit was not coming off without significant effort. They then had me
step into the tight skirt which zipped in the back and got the same superglue
treatment. I suppose I had to give the girls credit for their thoroughness and
resourcefulness. The last step was the step into the 3-inch black pumps. I
had to squeeze my feet in before Al locked the ankle straps, thereby
imprisoning my feet. Even if I could manage to find my way out of their
control, I wouldn't get far wobbling around in tight shoes locked onto my
feet.
Pat pulled out a manacle set of handcuffs. It was standard stuff for
prisoner transport, locking the hands in front, close to the waist with a chain
that connected to two shackles that went around the ankles. There was no
running away with these restraints. She locked the cuffs around my ankles
and then did the wrists. I tested the bonds, never having been on that side of
things, and quickly found the situation hopeless.
"Okay, I think you're ready," said Pat, checking her watch," and
right on time. That took awhile. It's almost midnight."
"One more thing," Anne reminded, pulling out a small contact lens
case. With Pat's gun drawn to my head, Anne carefully slipped in two
contacts into my eyes. My vision seemed fine afterward. I wondered what
they were doing when Al held up a mirror to my face. I now had two
sparkling blue eyes, just like Al's.
"Alright, showtime. Let's get the hell out of here." Pat concluded.
Everyone stood up. Anne and Al went into the bathroom to gather the bag
full of goodies. Pat pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and put it on my
desk.
"In case you're wondering, this is a letter written in your
handwriting. It indicates that you could no longer stand the pressure of being
warden and needed to get away immediately. It also graciously requests that
no one come looking for you, because you've gone far away to travel the
Pacific Rim. Pretty good, huh?" Pat laughed. They really had thought of
everything. The last gasp lingering hope I held onto would be that the buyers
might recognize my face, even in its heavily made up state.
But while she was laughing, she had her gun down for a moment. I
thought to myself that it was now or never. I rushed her and was able to kick
my foot up high enough to strike her shin hard. She dropped the gun,
thoroughly startled, and fell over in a pain. I hopped towards the front door,
but didn't make it further than ten feet before falling down myself. At that
point, Al and Anne had reentered the bedroom and picked me up from the
floor.
Pat had gotten up, more angry than ever. She slapped me twice.
"You prick!" she yelled, "I can't believe you tried to escape."
"You know what they do to unruly prisoners during transport, don't
you Pat?" Anne inquired mischievously. All three girls then broke out in
wide grins.
I knew what standard prison procedure was for unruly prisoners as
well as they did. I pleaded with my face to avoid it, but to no avail. Al left
the room and returned with a mouthpiece and a mask-like burlap bag. She
squeezed the temporary adhesive we normally used into the mouthpiece.
Anne forced my mouth open, and Pat happily shoved the piece in. She
closed my mouth, letting the adhesive do the work. The mouthpiece even
had a section for the tongue to get trapped in. This was all academic since I
couldn't speak anyway, but they all relished turning my own procedure
against me. Pat then took the bag and threw it over my head. She taped the
bottom around my neck. With it, she sealed my last hope for escape.
I felt myself being led out of the apartment towards the back of the
complex. I could barely keep up with the girls with my shackles and the high
heels. I could sense we were approaching the back gate, where, as I had
myself arranged, there were no other guards to stop us. We walked right out
of the complex with no problem. I could feel the parking lights of a car up
ahead.
"Here they are," said Pat, no doubt referring to the buyers.
I heard the side door of a van open up, as I was forced inside. My
three captors and my new captors exchanged greetings.
"What happened to Lopez and Henderson?" inquired a male voice.
"They're both off today." Pat responded.
I took my last shot. I forced myself to my feet and started gesturing
wildly for the man to take my mask off. If he would only see my face, I
knew he would recognize me. Pat climbed into the van and punched me
straight in the gut. I collapsed onto the floor and struggled to catch my
breath.
"She's been this feisty all night. If I were you, I'd leave the hood and
gag on until you get to wherever you're going." Pat said.
"Thanks for the tip," the man answered, "but we'll break her spirit
real fast."
The man rubbed his hand from my ankle all the way up my nyloned
leg into my skirt and touched my "pussy." He used the other hand to caress
my "breasts." I thought I was going to be sick, but I knew I couldn't unless
I wanted to choke on my own vomit. I didn't know it at the time, but
choking might have been my best option.
Pat leaned down to me and whispered in my ear, "Hope you enjoy
walking in our shoes."
With that, she leapt out of the van. I heard the door slam shut and felt
the van lurching away down the road, to a future I would soon know all too
well.
THE END
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