Megan's Mistake

Chapter 2

The bus ride was a long one and Megan was smart enough to know that she would be a target the minute she stepped of the bus. She was pissed off that she had taken her lawyer's shitty advice and worn that schoolgirl outfit. That idiot was wrong about everything else! She became more uneasy as just about every other woman on the bus gave her the once over.

As they pulled into the yard, the prisoners were led toward the processing area. They were all cuffed, and every one of them shared a look of dejection on their faces. Every woman knew that their time here would be no picnic. This place, she had heard, had that kind of a reputation.

As she waited in line with the others, Megan felt firm hands grab her shoulders and force her towards a large metal door. Once inside the empty and windowless room, Megan was told to stand at attention and await the arrival of the warden. After what seemed like an eternity, a striking woman with jet black hair pulled neatly back, entered the room. Megan was expecting some fat old Hague, like she had seen in so many movies. But this was certainly not the case here. The Warden wore a tight black leather bodysuit, and was in great shape. Megan surmised she was in her early forties.

Without saying a word, she circled the girl several times and nodded ominously to the guards standing at either side of her. She took a baton from one and used it to slowly lift up Megan's skirt. Next she gently pressed the baton into each of Megan's firm tits. Before the girl even had a chance to object, the Warden chimed in.

"The first rule of this facility, my dear, and there are many, is that you will not speak unless you are given permission, and right now I see no need to grant you such permission. It is doubtful that you will have anything of value to add."

Megan detected a strong Eastern European accent, Russian perhaps?

The girl gulped and kept her mouth shut as the warden continued her all too thorough inspection. Satisfied; she nodded to the two female guards and then uttered:

"Prepare her for processing in my private chamber. I will handle this one myself."

The now terrified Megan was taken away by the female guards down a series of long hallways, each ending at a heavy steel door. Once inside the "private chamber" the young blonde was quickly chained to a wall and stripped of all her clothing, with the exception of her lily-white bra and panties. The guards, no doubt salivated at a chance to defile the girl, but all three agreed they would get their chance later. No sense in incurring the wrath of the warden.

Good thing, because moments later the warden entered the room and slammed the door behind her. Megan became even more alarmed as she had now changed into an ultra tight black latex body suit, which accentuated every curve. Why would she do that? The Warden clapped her hands and the guards quickly unshackled her from the wall. But only for a moment was Megan free, as she was quickly carried over to a big padded leather table in the middle of the room. Immediately they cuffed her hands securely above her head. Next, a long wooden bar was placed between her legs and attached to her ankles with tight leather cuffs. A chain dangling from the ceiling was attached to the middle of the bar and then pulled skyward, hoisting Megan's well-toned legs high into the air.

The imposing looking warden again circled her prey. Admiring the young beauty, she makes a mental note to send an extra special gift to Judge Heartstone. The Warden takes her left hand and places it directly on Megan's heart. Not surprisingly she feels a heavy thumping. Megan is about to speak. But the Warden takes her right hand and puts her index finger to her lips.

"Remember what we talked about", she says sternly. Next the warden orders that "the cart" be brought out. A guard willing obeys and wheels over a metal cart complete with razor blades, shaving creams, and gels, even a horsehair brush. The Warden informs Megan that she is about to have her pussy shaved! She gulps hard; this will be the first time for her.

Shaving a girl's pussy is one activity that Warden Maria Chandler has never grown tired of. She has been happily shaving girls for many years, and unbeknownst to everyone at the prison, under a variety of names. Maria Chandler is not her real name, just the one given to her by a secret government agency when she was brought over here after the fall of the Soviet Union. Her real name is Olga Strovsky.

She was a former KGB interrogation specialist who dabbled in slave training for the Soviet elite just before the fall of the Berlin wall. Ever the opportunist, and fearing for her life because of revenge seeking enemies, Olga took important files and sold them to Western agents in exchange for political asylum in the USA.

Olga was singled out early on in her KGB training as someone who would not hesitate to inflict ever-crueler punishments on her victims to achieve her goals. Her reputation in the KGB as a specialist in the torturing of pretty young female flesh also opened other doors. Often times, between her duties interrogating uncooperative prisoners, women from around the globe were brought to her by KGB kidnapping teams. High party officials, who had a seemingly endless appetite for pretty young women, would request Olga to train them into obedient sex slaves. Her techniques were often very brutal, but also extremely effective. She only trained women, and they tended to stay trained, less risk a return to vist to her private dungeon.

This "specialized service" provided her with a nice living, by Russian standards, and also allowed the avowed lesbian access to some of the prettiest girls the world had to offer. This was a life that she was loath to leave behind, but she had no choice if she wished to avoid certain imprisonment or worse, when the Soviet empire finally collapsed. Fortunately for her, Olga's new handlers in the West saw the value in her skill set and arranged to put her in a position where she could still practice her "art" for the mutual benefit of all parties.

Staring down at the beautiful young Megan, Olga/Maria could think of no other place in the world she would rather be. Where else could a sadistic lesbian bitch "legally" defile such pretty young girls, get paid for it, and have "protection" from highly placed government sources?

As is her custom, Maria will personally perform the shaving procedure. This is one task she refused to "delegate". The guards know from experience that the warden always seems to shave the prettiest ones herself. Years of practice have made Maria especially adept at this activity. She slowly and deliberately mixes the cream in a silver bowl in plain eyesight of Megan. She wants the girl to be frightened. Almost all girls are when they are naked and restrained for the first time. What Maria does not know, and does not care, is that this will be the first time that Megan has had her pussy shaved. Aside from the obvious physical benefits of a freshly shorn cunt, Maria is well aware of the psychological effect the shaving will have on her young captive. She was told time and time again during her KGB training that shaving a girl's pussy removes not only the hair but also the last traces of defense a girl may have. A captive's will to fight would more easily melt away once her most tender area was completely exposed. Often time's additional tortures became unnecessary in order to accomplish her objective.

Years of pussy shaving have also allowed the warden to occasionally "experiment" on new prisoners. One method that was particularly successful during interrogations was the use of an extremely cold shaving cream applied to the cunt. It has been Maria's experience that a cold pussy provides for not only a much better shave, but also further weakens a girl's resolve. While particularly unpleasant for the shavee, it provides for a much more appetizing result for the shaver. Therefore Maria has developed a special mixture of gels that she has kept in a freezer until just before they are to be applied. Once spread onto the cunt, the chill causes goose bumps and naturally the pubic hair will rise, allowing for easier removal.

The warden at last begins the process by circling her brush into the cream filled bowl. She then slowly spreads it onto Megan's nice available twat, careful to cover every inch. Megan gyrates a bit, as much as the bonds will allow. As the warden continues her delicate brushing, Megan's teeth begin to chatter. Not surprisingly this evokes a slight chuckle from the guards. They have seen this reaction many times before.

After waiting for ten agonizing minutes, the warden is satisfied that the cream has done its work. She grabs a straight edge razor and warns Megan to be very, very still. She carefully places the cold steel blade onto her cunt and with the steady hand of a surgeon, methodically removes any traces of hair. Inspecting her work, the warden allows herself a smile. She rubs the newly bald mound, causing Megan again to squirm uncomfortably.

Next the warden nods to one of the guards. Megan expects to be released. But instead the warden has another surprise for her, this one much more sinister. Lisa, one of the younger guards has returned. This time she is carrying a tray of large, heavy black candles. Megan looks on in disbelief as the warden tells her that her pussy is about to be entombed by a thick coating of wax!!! She is informed that this is being done for her own protection. Other inmates have sometimes been known to take advantage of pretty new girl's on the cellblock. Megan would certainly want to be protected against that wouldn't she? The wax will help protect her against unwelcome advances, she is told.

Megan is left with no choice but to speak out as the warden raises the first candle over her freshly shorn cunt.

"Please Warden, I beg you, don't do this!!!"

"I'm sorry", she is told, "Prison rules insist on it".

Before beginning, Megan's legs are lowered and then fastened at the ankles to the table. The Warden has learned this lesson the hard way, as other girls have kneed her in the head during this process. A series of extra belts are also added to her waist and upper thighs to guard against even the slightest additional movement. Also, because she has spoken without permission, the guards force a bit gag into her mouth and fasten it snugly behind her head.

Waxing has also been a staple of Maria's repertoire. Sure there were better ways of protecting Megan's ultra valuable cunt, like a chastity belt for instance. But applying the wax was just too much of a thrill for her to pass up. Plus, she has always been a big believer in the power of alternating extreme cold and extreme heat on a girl's pussy to help insure their continued obedience.

Now ready to begin, the warden turns her wrist at a slight angle. Slowly the hot wax begins to trickle down and delivers an intense stinging to the Megan's unprotected cunt. The young girl shakes wildly to free herself, even as the warden tips the candle further. The wax slowly begins to cover her exposed pussy lips, causing an unbearable, searing pain. Unable to get wrest herself free, Megan bites the bit gag hard, and then starts to cry uncontrollably. As the warden reaches for a second candle, Darla, a sympathetic guard, gently strokes the girl's face. She has witnessed this process many times before, and always feels some sympathy for the captive. In her opinion, no high school girl should have to go through this, especially one who was probably sent her under questionable circumstances. Darla gently whispers into Megan's ear to try and relax. This may take some time, as the warden insists on being thorough.

Although a nice gesture, it does little however to relieve the intense pain between Megan's legs. Up and down the cunt the Warden pours the molten wax. But each succeeding candle, a total of eight will be used, hurts less and less. Mercifully the job is completed. Megan's most sensitive area is now completely covered with a thick black wax.

The girl is given some time to collect herself until at last the gag is removed. She is tempted to scream out, but Megan is well aware that no one will hear her, much less care if they do. Minutes later she is slowly unbound from the table. Finally the poor girl is helped up by Lisa and Darla as she is unable to stand on her own two feet.

Before being escorted to her cell, the warden offers this one piece of chilling advice:

"The temptation, I'm sure, is for you to touch your pussy and even attempt to remove the wax. I must assure you that would be unwise. I will check on you tomorrow morning at the 8:00 AM roll call. You will be ordered to lower your panties, and if the wax is removed for any reason, there will be serious ramifications!"

With that the Warden exits the room. The guards help Megan into her orange prison issue bra and panties and matching shorts and top. As she is taken down to her cell, through the endless maze of corridors and cellblocks, the still disbelieving girl is quite surprised to see a number of similar aged, and also quite pretty girls. Not what she was expecting at a large prison like this. But now all she can think about is sleeping. No doubt this has been the most terrifying day of her life. At last her cell door is opened and she is placed onto her cot. Finally the guards exit and lock the cell door behind them. Megan looks up and can only manage a tear before drifting into a deep sleep.