Dalton had just woken up and was looking at his bedroom slaves with a
smile and an erection. They were mother and daughter, mother naked and
daughter in a yellow dress.
mother had old red high-heeled sandals on her feet. The daughter was
still barefoot. Both of them were on their knees. Both of them crying,
with their cheeks pressed together, chained at their necks…
Gonzalez, alias Cuntsplitter knocked on the door.
you are, Sir’ he said offering the opened beer can to his boss.
Warden held the can up… it was full to the brim. Full of prison
boys are all studs,’ he said with pride.
hard as a rock, as he always was after a nap, the Warden got up off the
picked up the cattle prod from the chair…
whore… Tell the little slut what this is.’
Pascal started to tremble.
an electrode, Gabrielle… it gives an electric shock. It hurts… hurts
a lot. They use it on cattle…’
on disobedient or uncaring prisoners… HA… HA… HA…’ he
added chuckling. ‘Your explanation is very precise, slut… very
exact, I’d say… But a picture paints a thousand words… HAVE
A SPARK, WHORE
jumped so hard the she threw her daughter to the floor. The bastard had
shocked her in the back by surprise, at the base of her spine…
was shaking from head to foot. The Warden grabbed her by her hair and
forced her back to her knees, dragging her mother with her…
having jailer’s milk for dinner tonight… Aren’t you, little
girl nodded hysterically… She was terrified.
you’re going to lick it off your mother’s tits, like when you were a
baby,’ added the Warden dripping the contents of the can onto
Margot’s nipple, drop by slow, sticky, drop…