Guangdong (two years past)
"You’re shivering. Are you cold?”
Inmate Marcia Clark, having been readily convicted and sentenced... fifteen years in Guangdong Penitentiary... stands in the office of the warden, hands folded to the back of her head, feet parted as directed.
“No Madame Warden. I’m not... well... clothing...”
“You have none... and you will go naked here at Guangdong Penitentiary. It is my rule for Caucasian inmates. I found foreign inmates... particularly American and British... to be haughty. You are not here to be haughty. You are here to be punished. Besides, there are the breasts. Chinese women are... shall we say more efficiently proportioned there. And the ripe well rounded breasts of the Caucasian inmates amuse. Plus without covering, silly notions of escape are put aside.”
“Yes, Madame Warden.”
“You’re to undergo special treatment here at Guangdong. It seems you have a benefactor. I don’t know who, but special arrangements have been made.”
“Arrangements Madame Warden?”
“You’re to be tortured... daily. We’re very good at that in China. Very careful... but very deliberate in applying pain and suffering. I have a kuxing zhe assigned to you... only you. Rather unusual... and expensive. She’ll always be with you. You will have awe and respect for her skills. She will do with you as she pleases.”
“Yes, Madame Warden,” the trembling most visible.
“But be heartened, your benefactor has arranged something even more unusual. Something called conjugal visits... unheard of in China. But the men’s prison is nearby and you’re to be transported there monthly. Although there is a proviso for weekly visits... at your choice. Your benefactor must have great influence in arranging for such.”
David... it can only be husband David, Marcia thinks to herself. Bribery is prevalent in China. And with his vast wealth he could probably pay off every government official in the province.
“I have a prisoner pose for me from time to time,” the warden nodding to a girl standing in the corner of her large office. “Instills discipline and amuses me. And my girls very much want to keep me amused.”
Another source of fearful trembling. The referenced inmate is well trussed, naked as is Marcia, bent at the waist, propped on the toes for her left foot, right leg bent behind, ankle held high in being secured to a collar about her neck. Her arms are pulled back, wrists restrained high by a rope leading to a ceiling hook.
“I call her pose the swan... as in the bird... spreading its wings for me... appearing about to fly. Very artful don’t you think? The naked human form as sculpture.”
“Ya... ya... yes, Madame Warden,” stuttering in fear.
“She was disrespectful to one of the guards... failing to please her... withholding the pleasure of her tongue and lips. Another hour or two as a swan and I think she’ll be very eager to please. Do keep that in mind. We don’t need silly pride here at Guangdong Penitentiary. “
With that. the warden rises from her desk, strolling to the human statue, left hand cupping the girl’s hairless mons, the right tweaking left nipple then right.
“She’s nicely wet,” left hand retracting and presented, moisture gleaming in the light. “All my girls develop a taste for suffering here. Masochism... the affinity for pain... manifests over time. It abets acceptance of an inmate’s station... to serve... to please... to amuse in bearing pain”
With the words, a Chinese woman in a one piece gray pullover dress knocks on the open office door.
“Ah, your kuxing zhe is here.”
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