Chapter Twenty-Six
When Daphne arrived at Coolsville Women's Prison, she was the only passenger on the prison bus. En route to the prison she hoped Fred would follow the bus in the Mystery Machine, but that didn't happen. She was led inside and was placed in front of a wall. A corrections officer approached her, and she was wearing latex gloves and carrying a small bag.
"Hello, I'm Mallory," she said. "Take off all of your clothes,"
With no other choice, Daphne took off her clothes, terrified.
"Faster!" Mallory shouted. "I haven't got all day!"
Daphne removed the rest of her clothes and stood there, shivering.
"Open your mouth," Mallory said as she took a small flashlight from her pocket.
Daphne opened her mouth, and Mallory pointed the flashlight at her mouth and turned it on. Mallory examined her mouth and couldn't see anything unusual.
"Lift your tongue," Mallory said.
Daphne lifted her tongue, and Mallory was satisfied that nothing was there.
"Close your mouth," Mallory said.
Daphne closed her mouth, and Mallory walked behind her.
"Bend over," Mallory said.
"What?" Daphne asked, scared and without thinking.
"I SAID BEND OVER, BITCH!" Mallory yelled.
Daphne bent over, and Mallory spread her butt cheeks apart. To her satisfaction, Daphne wasn't hiding anything up there, and Mallory stood up again.
"Stand up," Mallory said.
Daphne stood up feeling violated. Mallory walked over to a hose, picked it up, and sprayed Daphne with it.
"Turn around," Mallory said.
Daphne turned around and was resprayed.
"Turn back around," Mallory said.
Daphne turned back around. Mallory threw delousing powder at her from a bucket. Daphne closed her eyes in time to avoid getting any in her eyes.
"Turn around," Mallory said.
Daphne turned around, and more delousing powder was thrown on her.
"Turn around," Mallory said.
Daphne turned around, and Mallory handed her a towel so she could wipe the powder off her face and body. After that was done, Mallory handed Daphne her uniform. When Mallory grabbed her right hand, Daphne was about to wear the uniform.
"Hey!" Mallory said sharply. "You'll put the uniform on in your cell. Now get moving,"
Mallory led Daphne to her cell. Daphne never felt so humiliated as she walked through the corridors naked. She used her right arm to cover her breasts, and her left hand was used to hold her uniform to cover her vagina. Mallory opened the door to her cell, and Daphne walked in, feeling scared and upset that this was her new home. Then Mallory handed her more supplies.
"Toothbrush, toothpaste and other toiletries you'll need," Mallory said. "And brush your hair,"
Daphne looked at her, scared and confused.
"The Warden is going to see you soon," Mallory said. "You'll need to look presentable, and you should consider yourself to be a very lucky girl,"
That was the last way Daphne felt. She was in jail and on death row.
"What?" Daphne asked, confused.
"Your uniform is a two-piece uniform," Mallory replied. "The rest of the prisoners wear one-piece uniforms, but the Warden had two-piece uniforms made just for you,"
Mallory winked at her and closed the door. Daphne looked around her cell with the bed and toilet inside. She sat on the bed shaking and cried. Her identity was no longer hers. She was no longer Daphne Blake. She was inmate #47508205. What had she done to deserve this?
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Two hours later, Daphne was taken from her cell to the Warden's office by Mallory, who knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" the Warden asked on the other side of the door.
"It's Mallory," Mallory said. "I'm here with Daphne,"
"Come on in," he replied urgently.
Mallory opened the door, and she walked in with Daphne. The Warden walked out behind his desk and right up to Daphne. Three correctional officers were in the office, all holding shotguns.
"It's nice to see you again," the Warden said charmingly before he turned his attention to Mallory. "You can go now,"
"Thanks, bro," Mallory replied.
Mallory turned around, walked out and closed the door behind her. Once Mallory was gone, the Warden began to stroke Daphne's hair with his right hand. Daphne froze, and she hated the way the Warden was stroking her hair.
"I love your hair," the Warden said. "Do you remember me?"
"Y-Y-Yes, I remember you," Daphne said nervously. "I took photos of you and your office for my high school paper years ago,"
The Warden smiled.
"I remember that day as well, and I never forgot you," he said.
Then he stopped stroking her hair and touched her right cheek. Daphne hated the way she was being touched.
"W-W-Why did you want to see me?" she asked. "Why am I here?"
The Warden stopped touching her right cheek.
"You're here because your incarceration has a purpose," the Warden said.
"What purpose?" Daphne asked.
The Warden frowned, and that made her feel a little more nervous.
"Did I say you could interrupt me?" the Warden asked.
"No," Daphne replied.
"Then wait until I've finished talking," the Warden said. "Now, when I met you all those years ago, I knew you were the one for me. There would be no other women in my life. It would be you or no one,"
Daphne's eyes widened with fear, and the Warden loved that.
"When it comes to your love life, I know you were the girlfriend of that worthless football player, and I know you were in a relationship with my son, John, when you were at university,"
Daphne couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"But as John disrespected me by being in a relationship with you, I made him disappear, and if you don't follow my rules, you'll be joining him,"
Daphne couldn't believe that the Warden had his son murdered because of her and began to cry, and the Warden cupped her face with his right hand.
"Stop crying!" the Warden said threateningly. "I don't have time for people who cry, so knock it off!
Daphne did her best to stop crying, which was enough for the Warden.
"That's better," he said. "And to answer your question, your body is my property now. You're going to spend the rest of your life in this prison, and you will do everything I tell you to do. In the long run, we will get married one day, and you will be the mother of my children,"
Daphne couldn't breathe after what the Warden told her, and he let go of her face. Then he walked behind his desk, opened a drawer, took out her high school yearbook and showed Daphne the picture of her when she was eight months pregnant.
"I know you're capable of having children," he said. "Well, so am I, and there's something else you should know. I've read that rape rarely results in pregnancy, so I won't be raping you. For us to have children, you are going to have to want it, and I'm going to see to it that it happens,"
Daphne began to hyperventilate, and the Warden thought that was adorable.
"The reason I know you are going to want it will be the fact that the only man that will ever touch you again is me," the Warden said. "And don't deny that you won't want to have sex again because I saw your interview on Coolsville Excitement and your pictures in the calendar. You're clearly a sexual person, and I'm willing to be patient to have children with you, and how many children we have will be up to me, not you,"
Daphne couldn't breathe, so the Warden grabbed her shoulders.
"You will enjoy having sex with me when you're ready," the Warden said. "I'm a legend in the bedroom, just as I'm sure you are. Now take off your uniform,"
"I-I-I can't!" Daphne said, terrified.
The Warden let go of her shoulders.
"TAKE OFF YOUR UNIFORM!" the Warden yelled.
Despite being yelled at, Daphne still couldn't move, and the Warden nodded at his corrections officers.
"Look behind you," the Warden said.
Daphne turned around and saw that the corrections officers had their shotguns aimed right at her head.
"Take off your uniform," the Warden said. "Start with your shoes,"
She did what she was told and took off her shoes. Then she pulled down her pants and took them off, followed by her shirt. The Warden was unimpressed, and Daphne couldn't understand why.
"Did I tell you not to take off your bra and panties?" the Warden asked threateningly.
Daphne took off her bra and panties. Once she was naked, she covered her breasts with her right arm and her vagina with her left hand. The Warden didn't appreciate this.
"Did I say you could cover yourself up?" the Warden shouted. "Place your hands by your side!"
Daphne did what she was told, and the Warden moved closer. He put his right hand on her stomach and rubbed it.
"Our children are going to have a great womb to grow in," he whispered.
Then, the Warden placed both hands on her breasts.
"Have you ever had breast implants?" the Warden whispered.
Daphne was shocked by the question.
"N-N-No," Daphne whispered nervously.
"So, they're real?" the Warden whispered back.
"Yes," she replied.
"Then your breasts will be perfect for motherhood," he said.
The Warden let go of her breasts, and he walked behind her. He brushed her hair over her shoulders and admired her back. Then he grabbed her breasts again.
"You have a sensuous back," he whispered.
He began to kiss her back, slowly going downwards. Once he was on his knees, he kissed both of her butt cheeks and stood up. Daphne did her best to hold back tears, but she was terrified. The Warden walked back in front of her and brushed her hair back behind her shoulders.
"Open your mouth," he said. "I want to see your teeth,"
She opened her mouth, and the Warden was impressed.
"A little wider," he said.
She opened her mouth a little wider, and the Warden lifted her cheeks to examine them further.
"Nice," he said. "You have good, strong teeth,"
And without warning, he put his index finger and middle finger on his right hand into her mouth. Then he pulled his fingers out of her mouth a little and then pushed them back in. Then he pulled his fingers out a little and then pushed them back in. The Warden repeated this action ten more times. The implication of this action scared her and she was terrified she was going to be sick on his fingers. The Warden was getting hard by the look of fear in her eyes.
"Did you ever suck Fred's cock?" he asked.
Daphne's eyes widened with fear, and the Warden didn't like that.
"I'll take that as a yes, but I want you to know that stops now," the Warden said menacingly. "From now on, the only things going into your mouth are food, drinks, toothpaste and medicines if you need them. My cock will never go in your mouth. My sperm will only enter your vagina for the creation of our children. Is that understood?"
Daphne nodded, and the Warden took his fingers out of her mouth.
"Good girl and there's something else of yours that I got smuggled in here," the Warden said.
He returned to his desk and removed the other item from his drawer: Daphne's green scarf.
"You smell so nice, and I want to capture that," he said.
The Warden walked before her, leaning over to rub her feet with the scarf. Then he rubbed her calves, inner thighs, ass, belly, arms, hands, neck, face, hair and then he placed the scarf in front of her vagina.
"I always save the best for last," the Warden said.
The Warden pushed her scarf against her vagina, and then he stopped. He pushed her scarf against her vagina, and then he stopped. He repeated this process ten more times, and Daphne began to cry again.
"What did I tell you about crying?" the Warden asked sternly.
Daphne did her best to stop crying.
"Good girl," he said. "Put your uniform back on,"
Daphne put her uniform back on as quickly as she could in the hope that she would be returned to her cell and away from the Warden, but the Warden had other ideas.
"Do you see my desk?" he asked.
"Y-Y-Yes," she replied nervously.
"Pull down your pants and your underwear and lean over my desk with your arms stretched out in front of you,"
"W-W-What?" she asked confused.
"JUST DO IT!" the Warden yelled.
Daphne wasted no time in doing what she was told. Once she was in position over his desk, the Warden stroked her calves, inner thighs, and then her back. Then he placed his hands under her bra strap. Daphne shivered with fear, and the Warden loved that. Then he put his hands on her butt cheeks and rubbed them.
"I want you to remember this position," he whispered. "This is the position I love seeing you over my desk, and one day, you will want me inside you so we can start a family,"
She hyperventilated again with the way she was being felt up. From the day she met the Warden, she never imagined that she would end up in prison and under his sick and sexual control.
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A month later, Fred was finally allowed to come in for a visit. Daphne and Fred met in the phone room. Daphne hated that she and Fred were separated by glass, but it was worth it to see her fiancée again. Once they sat down, Daphne put her hand against the glass, and Fred did the same.
"God, I've missed you!" Fred said.
"I've missed you, too!" Daphne replied.
"Velma, Shaggy and Scooby miss you as well," Fred said.
"And please tell them that I miss them, too. How are things going with getting me out of here?"
Fred looked down, feeling depressed.
"We're still trying for an appeal, but we're being blocked at every turn," Fred said. "I'm so sorry,"
That was the last thing Daphne wanted to hear.
"Don't be sorry," she said. "Just keep trying to get me out of here,"
"Believe me, we are," Fred replied. "So, what's it like in here?"
Daphne knew she had to lie. It was miraculous to her that the Warden let her see Fred, and she knew she couldn't tell the man that she loved the Warden's evil intentions against her.
"It's not as bad as I thought it would be," Daphne said with a forced smile. "I've seen some fights break out, but nothing between me and other prisoners,"
Fred knew she was lying, but he didn't pressure her. He thought it might be best for Daphne to have her lie as they were being recorded.
"No fights, huh?" he asked. "That's good,"
"Yeah," Daphne replied. "Some of the women in here are scary, but I think I could take them on,"
With the forced smile on her face and the fear in her eyes, Fred didn't know what he could take.
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Another month had gone by, and Daphne still wasn't used to the Warden's evil intentions towards her or the way he touched her. She could only show up to his office for his usual sick game. Once she was in the office with the Warden, it was apparent what he was going to say, and she could have said it at the same time, but she knew it was better not to.
"Get in the position you know I love," the Warden said.
Daphne noticed no emotion in his voice, which gave away the idea that something was wrong, but she didn't want to ask him about it. That would have given the wrong impression that she cared. Therefore, Daphne pulled down her pants and underwear and leaned over the Warden's desk with her arms stretched out. She felt the Warden stroking her calves and inner thighs, but it felt like his heart wasn't in it. As he reached and pulled her shirt up, he didn't toy around with her bra. He just put his hands under her belly so she could feel something.
"When our first baby starts growing inside you, it's going to be a beautiful time in both of our lives," the Warden said.
Daphne shivered.
"I'm not ready to have another child yet," she said.
"I know you're not," the Warden replied as he took his hands away from her stomach and began to rub her butt cheeks. "But one day you will be. One day, you'll want me inside you,"
Based on the way he was rubbing her ass, Daphne concluded he loved anal sex. Daphne hoped it would never come to that when it came to sex. Then the Warden sighed.
"I'm afraid I have bad news," he said. "My father died, and I'll have to go away for a while. And I wish I could take you with me, but I can't. I'll be gone for nearly a month,"
That was the best news Daphne could have heard, but she knew better than to express it.
"I'm sorry about your father," Daphne lied as she exited the desk.
The Warden didn't like that at all.
"Wait a second!" the Warden said. "Did I say you could get off my desk? I'm not through with you yet,"
"I'm sorry," Daphne said as she leaned back over the desk.
The Warden leaned over the desk and began to stroke her hair with his left hand and back to rubbing her ass with his right hand. Daphne hated the way he was stroking her hair. It reminded her of how Fred used to stroke her hair, and that was a reminder she didn't want to live with.
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With the Warden gone, Daphne was thrilled that she could get Fred in for the kind of visit she desperately needed: A conjugal visit for Fred to touch her how she needed to be touched. The way the Warden had been touching her made Daphne feel she was dead inside. When Fred arrived, Daphne felt alive again, and after they were led to the accommodations in the prison, she couldn't wait to be touched. The door was closed, and Daphne and Fred kissed each other passionately. Then they began to undress each other quickly, and it wasn't long until they were naked. They admired each other's bodies, and Fred was harder than Daphne had ever seen him.
"God, you're beautiful!" he exclaimed.
"So are you!" she replied breathlessly.
Fred put on a condom and got on the bed first, as he knew how much she loved to be on top. Daphne appreciated that and climbed on top. Fred penetrated her quickly, and Daphne gasped. They began to thrust, and neither of them could believe how much they had missed having sex with each other. As the afternoon and night passed, they had so much sex they couldn't keep track of how much sex they had. Daphne knew she would be in trouble with the Warden once he found out, but Daphne didn't only need to be touched; she needed to feel loved, and she knew how much Fred loved her and Daphne loved him.