Chapter 6

When I got ready to go home to my prison flat (not my main residence), Siobhan waited for me and ordered a car to pick us up and take us to a fancy restaurant. She wanted a date, evidently, and she was oddly willing to pay. Granted, she was a nurse, and nurses weren’t poor, but she was also a government nurse, on a public salary, so not as prosperous as some other nurses.

Even so, she insisted on paying, pointing out that, “It’s not like I have to pay rent these days, not living on Hellmark Island like you. You’re still paying a mortgage, even if you have more income. Besides, I just want to impress you and convince you that I want you for you. I know who and what you are, including how perverted and deviant you are, just like me. I love that about you, as you can probably tell.

“I’m going to really love abusing the inmates with you, not to mention punishing your wife and sharing you with her, with Michelle, with Pauline, and with your daughters ... don’t even waste my time with that ‘step’ nonsense, either. They’re your daughters, too, and if you asked them, they’d insist on that point. They adore you for who and what you are, and even Karen does, deep down, though she resents and resists that fact.”

Siobhan leaned in closer to whisper into my ear, her breath hot and minty. The car ride to the restaurant was tense with excitement, the air thick with the promise of what was to come. We talked about the new arrivals and the thrill of breaking them in, of watching them learn their new roles in this new penal community we had built. It was a place where gender lines were blurred and power was a commodity to be traded and wielded with precision. No more woke nonsense about power balances or avoiding imbalances, of course, needed to be applied. Society was done coddling criminals, after all.

The restaurant was dimly lit, with a sultry jazz soundtrack playing in the background. We sat down at a cozy corner booth and immediately ordered drinks—whiskey neat for me and a dry martini for Siobhan. The conversation flowed as easily as the alcohol, discussing our plans for the evening and the days ahead. It was clear that she was eager to take our relationship to the next level, and the thought sent a thrill.

“Look, I get that we’re not going to be monogamous. Obviously not. We have lovers, we have inmates to punish and abuse, you have a wife, you have daughters ... and I want to be part of that polygamous, polyamorous family dynamic, trust me. Plus, Assistant Warden Sedona Cutie-Ass is constantly ogling you ... and me ... and the Warden himself. Face it, that’s not exactly a shock for any of us. Things have been trending that way.

“That being said, I absolutely want us to be lovers ... and I want to have your babies. So, there’s that, of course. So, what do you think? The two of us ... along with every other pairing in your life ... you won’t regret it ... you haven’t so far,” Siobhan urged me, her hands traveling under the table to caress my now recovered groin to make her point.

Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire through me as she whispered sweet nothings about the pleasures of sharing a man with so many eager women, all eager to bear my children. The thought of it all was intoxicating, and the whiskey didn’t hurt either. We were both buzzing with excitement, our eyes meeting in a silent understanding that our lives were about to take a wild and exhilarating turn.

By the time that we got back to my quarters, of course, we were busy stripping off clothes, this time for a more mainstream and vanilla coupling instead of an orgy. Even so, it was a wild and wanton act of lechery in its own way, as she proved by handing me lube and urging me to fuck her in the ass. That she opened with such a delightfully perverse act was all good for me, and I made sure that she enjoyed every last second of the sodomy. I fingered her pussy and stroked her clit the entire time as I rammed her bottom with my hard, throbbing prick, much to her delight ... this was a little softer than how I did with Karen or Courtney, but then I actually liked Siobhan.

When she came, it was with a scream and a shudder, her body tightening around my cock like a vice. I pulled out and she begged for me to cum on her face, which I was more than happy to oblige. She licked my cock clean with such enthusiasm that I knew she was going to be a delightful part of this life of mine. She swallowed everything with a gulp and a smile before curling up beside me on the bed.

I didn’t know what might await me the next day at work, but judging from the look that Sedona, my fellow Assistant Warden gave me, perhaps I was far from done adding lovers to my growing harem. Hey, can you blame me ... Sedona was petite and sexy in that kind of way, though she could handle prisoners very roughly, as she had proven in the past, coming up as a guard instead of a civilian staffer. In the old days, she worked in women’s prisons only, but now that all prisons were unisex, she proved that she could handle at least the castrated males, too.

The next day, as I walked into the office, she was sitting at her desk, her legs crossed, showing off her stockings and garters. She had a knowing smile on her face, one that suggested she knew everything that had happened the night before with Siobhan, even though she wasn’t present for it. It was eerie how she often seemed to read my mind, or perhaps she had a spy camera in my quarters, but I didn’t really care. I had nothing to hide.

“Look, the Warden and I are lovers, but I don’t want to limit myself to that. The Warden is hoping to get more of that Courtney action for himself, too, of course, among others. And he wants to get into Siobhan’s scrub pants as well ... sharing is caring, right? The problem with the Warden is that ... he’s sterile. I want a lover who can knock me up. He’s cool with that, too, and since he’s sterile, he won’t endanger your plans with anyone else ... he’s also very bi and vers,” Sedona made it clear that the Warden and she both wanted to be intimate with Siobhan, with me, and with others.