Caption: Lana

Lana loved her job. It was a perfect job for a sadistic lesbian like herself. She was so glad her daddy was wealthy. His influence had allowed her to have her pick of positions and citing a wish to serve the public she became the warden of a state correctional facility for woman.  

This position allowed her to sit behind one of the special two way mirrors she had installed just for this purpose and without their knowledge watch the inmates all day. From this vantage point she had the pleasure of watching all manner and variety of women undergo frequent invasive searches, freezing group showers, disciplinary sessions with the cane or strap and the not so uncommon ‘private interview’ with the guards . In her opinion there was nothing more arousing than seeing sexy, young, frightened, female inmate divested of her dignity and humanity and taken forcibly by a cruel heartless prison guard.

Sometimes she took a special interest in a particular convict. She would have her guard captain keep her informed about their progress and where they could be found at any moment. An unfortunate woman named Marissa was the latest to catch her attention. She was there for a relatively minor offense, sex trafficking or something, but that mattered little to Lana. Once a woman entered the walls of her prison they were fair game.

Lana she felt little guilt about discretely telling her guard captain to have Marissa taken out of her cell and escorted to a very private room where she had to pleasure the horny male guard while Lana watched. It was so hot Lana thought. The only thing Lana wished was that she knew what was going through the poor inmate’s mind as the guard forced his engorged member between her lips.

Then, thanks to the demon Armârôs, it was made so.

Lana found herself on the other side of the one way glass. In the cold gray prison cell, wearing only the skimpy prison uniform she and the guards had designed. She was now the convicted prostitute Marissa she realized with a shudder! She was an inmate in her own prison!

And that was when when one of the guard’s banged his nightstick against her cell door startling her out of her reverie. He told her to get up and come with him. She knew exactly what that meant. She pleaded for him to listen to her. She tried to tell him how something impossible had happened and how she was not Marissa… she was Warden Lana! The guard naturally believed none of what she said, it was too unbelievable, he yanked her up off the floor and dragged her out of the cell.

She was now just another convict bitch to him Lana realized. She was going to have to get used to enduring the countless indignities she had formerly heaped upon the hapless women under her care with glee. She couldn’t have conjured up a worse fate for herself in her most terrifying nightmare.