The Warden's Toy Pt. 02

The warden gives his new Vietnamese toy some news.

Disclaimers: I do not endorse any of the bigoted views and language that characters espouse in this story. This story is a fantasy, and is intended to be harmless fun. Additionally, all characters in this story are over 18 as clarified in the previous part.

Next, I'd like to thank you for the feedback and support you all have shown towards my first story. There was some good constructive criticism that I hope I was successful in implementing into this part. Once again, I encourage feedback about what I can do better on, and if there is any desire for more parts. I also suggest reading the initial story for any context missing from this story. Now, enough of me blabbering. Let's get started!

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I laid on the desk and took a few moments to regroup while my mind raced. The warden faced me once I took myself off the place where I was just violated. How much of a mess I am really became clear once I felt my panties press against my soaked pussy as I pulled them back up.

"Come now, Mia. I suggest you don't make me late." Master Adams said as he walked towards the door.

"Yes, Sir..." I had no idea what he was in a rush about, but I scurried behind him and we both left his office. I walked right behind him despite his larger stride and the burden the black heels placed on my ability to quickly follow. He stopped at the end of the short hall and turned to face me again.

"You're going to go that way and clean up. The code is 1-8-8-7." I looked in the direction he pointed to and saw there was another small hallway to the left that led to a room. I returned my attention to the warden while he spoke, "I'm going to go to a meeting in the building across from here. When you're done freshening up, go wait in my office for me to return." I nodded while he spoke to show I was attentive.

Mr. Adams leaned in to speak to me face to face, "I have quite the special news for you when I return, little lady." He gave that devilish smile and I couldn't help but get a little flustered by it.

"What is it, Sir?" I gave him a curious look when he released his grip.

"Such an impatient girl. You'll have to wait." He smacked my butt and walked downstairs to his meeting.

I rubbed where Master spanked, because my butt still felt sore from his earlier smacks. I brushed that off and made my way over to the bathroom door. While I was left to wonder what he could possibly have in store for me, at least there were no surprises here. I looked around the bathroom while I stripped off the French maid dress, white stockings, black heels, and my white, lace panties. I placed the clothes on a shelf below the large circular mirror and slid open the glass door to the shower. I turned on the hot water, stepped inside, and slid the door behind me.

"Ooohhh..." I let out a moan as I felt the warm water hit my face. I finally could take a moment to breathe. I closed my eyes and let the water caress every spot on my body.

I thought back to what normal life used to be like before my family and I were forced to come to the internment camp. It was 2 years ago when the United States declared war on Vietnam. A tyrant had been elected president and promised only he could 'finish the job,' 'redeem the nation of its decades-long disgrace,' and 'maintain American interests in the region against China.' Anti-Asian sentiment became more and more fervent when America began to close in on taking Saigon within a year of when the war began. The war waged just as viciously as what was now known as the First Vietnam War. Domestic authoritarianism by the United States government cracked down on first amendment protections and suppressed a fledgeling anti-war movement.

I lived on my university campus at the time. My father was a professor, and my mother was a psychiatrist, and this fairly privileged background allowed me to go to a rather prestigious college. I was in my dorm watching the news when the president went on TV to declare that all people of Asian descent were to be rounded up and brought to internment camps all throughout the country. He stated something along the lines that 'with the imminent defeat of the foreign adversary, a domestic threat will further arise.' I could barely fathom what I heard when men dressed in body armor busted into my room and dragged me out. I kicked and screamed, but there was not a single person that came out of their dorm to see me get taken away like I was some sort of dangerous criminal. It wasn't long before I was registered and implanted with a tracker chip under my skin on the back of my neck. Finally, I was brought to the camp I reside in now.

I shook my head to bring myself back to the moment and grabbed the soap to clean myself. I tried my best to appreciate the uncommon joy of a hot, secluded shower. A shower in the camp means that you have to clean yourself with lukewarm water around 9 other girls in the room as you get ogled by guards. I briefly felt normal again.

I made sure to wash the warden's and my own mess off of my private area the best I could, but he emptied so much of his cum inside of me. I washed the shampoo and conditioner out of my hair, then I turned the shower valve and shut the water off. Steam from the hot shower filled the room, and obscured the glass shower and the mirror on the wall.

I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off with a towel. I dressed first with my panties, secondly the stockings, then the maid dress, and finally the heels. After I brushed my long, brown hair in the stream-coated mirror, I felt like a new person. The anxiety of the day washed down the shower drain. I tried to get past what I just experienced, and buried the thoughts of what Mr. Adams just did to me in the back of my mind. I worried some about how long I've taken in here, but surely the warden would have barged in here to let me know if I made him wait. The steam followed me out of the bathroom when I opened the door, but I was alone on my walk back to the warden's office.

I stepped inside and couldn't help but feel a residual pang of the fear that I felt when I initially entered here. I again did my best to push those thoughts out of my mind and instead tried to find out what time it was. I knew it was close to evening, but a clock would tell me how long I have to wait until the warden returned. I made my way over to the desk I was ravaged on top of earlier, and saw there was a watch. The time was 4:30 p.m. - so I assume the warden had departed for his meeting at around 4.

As I was alone in the room, I figured I could snoop around a bit. My curiosity led me to a bookshelf to examine what was on it. There were some uninteresting books, and even some vinyl records, but I picked up a framed photograph instead. It was when Mr. Adams shook hands with none other than the president himself. An anger started to build inside of me that turned to despair. What use is anger if it wouldn't change anything? I wanted to throw the photo frame, and burn the picture inside. One man in the photo destroyed my past life, and the warden now has direct control of it for the foreseeable future.

I placed it back on the shelf and heard an unfamiliar voice behind me, "Warden Adams? Your ride is here." The unexpected sound of the voice caused me to jolt, and I turned around to see a guard had entered the office.

Our eyes met at the same time, and he approached me with a look of confusion and sternness. "Hey, you're not supposed to be here!"

"I'm waiting for Master Adams to get back from his meeting."

"Master Adams?" He said in a quizzical tone while he scanned me up and down. "Are you supposed to be his new maid or something?"

I certainly didn't wonder how he came to that conclusion. I suppose it was better than being known as...whatever our dynamic now was. "Yes, and I'll tell him his ride is here when he returns." I wanted to get him out of here as quickly as I could. I'd do anything for a little more alone time.

He thought for a second, then he smiled. "A meeting sounds like it could take awhile, and I can't just leave you alone here... certainly not when you're dressed like this." The guard stepped towards me.

My heart beat out of my chest in panic. I stepped backwards in an effort to get away from his advance. "Th-the warden is going to be upset if you lay a hand on me! Stay away!"

"This is my lucky day. I get to have all the fun I want with Warden's chink maid." The man approached closer.

My mind raced for what to do when I made the split-second decision to spit in his face. He drastically outmatched me, but I decided to fight back.

The guard wiped his face and became furious, "You fucking whore! You're going to pay for that!".

I thought I was a goner when a shout came from the doorway. "Attention!" I saw Master Adams appear in the doorway before he shouted. The guard appeared fearful of his superior.

"Uh, uh, Sir. I thought you were...uh..." The guard faced the warden and stumbled over his words as he tried to explain the scene, "The bitch spit right in my face!"

Master Adams was stoic when he spoke, "I'll deal with you later. You're dismissed." The guard obliged with the order and glared at me when he walked out.

Master's attention turned to me. "Someone wasn't on her best behavior. I suppose it's my fault. After all, I essentially left an untrained puppy home alone." He seemed to be unfazed by the scene he walked in on, and continued, "Even though you acted out, I'll give this gift to you." He revealed he held a package of tablets of some sort. One was placed in my hand and I realized that it was a Plan B pill. I remembered how deep he came inside me earlier and swallowed the pill with no reluctance.

He carelessly threw the rest of them on his desk. "Good girl. Now, I bet you have been wondering about that special news I mentioned before I left. Well, we have to go on a little trip before I tell you. Don't worry, you should know where we're going very well, because we're going to go see your parents."

I stared blankly after I heard that. What in the world did he have in mind? What will my parents think when I accompany the warden of the internment camp? Especially when I'm in this stupid, skimpy maid outfit!

I was completely mortified the entire time as Master Adams drove us to my family's residence. He snapped his fingers and pointed by his side once we arrived, "Come, Mia." I walked over to him and he wrapped his arm around me. It would be an affectionate gesture if it wasn't meant to be a display of power. He brought my head against him as we walked in to meet my mom and dad. My parents both sat at the table and gave us a stunned look.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Mia's parents." Mr. Adams chuckled in the dead silence. I've quickly learned that much of what the warden does is to amuse himself at the expense of other people.

"What? Where is my greeting? I guess I was right about Mia never being taught manners by her parents."

It was hard to look Mom and Dad in the eyes, especially while Master Adams held me close.

My mom cleared her throat before she spoke, "Hello, Warden. What brings you here today?" If anyone would stay strong and do their best not to give Mr. Adams the reactions he sought, then it was going to be her.

The warden shifted my position to the front of him. He wrapped his arms around me over my chest and pulled me close to him. "I came to talk about meeting your daughter today. She may not know her manners so well, but I can see that she is a very well-behaved girl. Isn't that right, Mia?"

I played his game, but couldn't look at my parents while I spoke, "Yes, Mr. Adams."

"Which is why I'm happy to let you know she will be spending a lot of time with me for the immediate future. I've decided to make her my..." I was hung on his every word, and braced for him to say something similarly vulgar to the names he referred to me earlier like "pet" or "toy."

"My assistant." I didn't look at his face, but I'm certain he was amused. He knew that such a vague title carried an ominous connotation when it came from him.

"That's great news..." Mom struggled to contain her true thoughts and feelings. I could only imagine she correctly presumed the worst. My father did his best to hide his anger, but he clenched his fist while it rested on the table.

"Well, I have even more good news. News that Mia doesn't even know about yet!" I felt the goosebumps rise on my skin in dreaded anticipation for what he could be so eager to say, but nothing I did could ever prepare me for what he said next.

"I figured I'd be a responsible gentleman and let her parents know before I did it, so I'm here to say that Mia and I are going to be spending the weekend together at my home." I instantly felt the life drain from my face and a discomfort in my stomach. My eyes went wide and my mouth went slightly agape. I stood there like I was turned to stone, and my mom didn't look much better. My dad clenched his teeth and breathed more heavily in anger.

"She might be a handful, but I'll make sure she doesn't get into any trouble." He lightly rubbed my shoulders. I was as stiff as a board the whole time he held me.

I felt the need to reassure my parents in this moment of shock, "I'll be okay. It's only a few days." I hoped that my words worked to calm them more than it did to me. I certainly hadn't felt hopeful, but I tried to be strong for all of us.

My dad spoke up for the first time, "If you hurt her..." He stopped himself from making a threat against the highest authority in the camp. My dad is far from a belligerent man, but I could tell he wanted to hurt the warden for the way he held me.

Mr. Adams' hands moved down my frame and stopped once they were on my waist. I couldn't help but squirm at his touch. "No need to worry. I'll take very good care of your daughter." The warden pulled me extra close to him to punctuate what he said. He wanted to visually assert that I was now his possession.

"I'm only going to have her work off all that complimentary heart medicine you've been receiving in your time here." Mr. Adams' tone was nonchalant, but he let my dad know who was in control and who was not.

He gave me a slight nudge forwards, "You have a few minutes to give your farewells, Mia. Don't make me come back in here for you." He walked away and left us three alone for a moment while his warning lingered in the air.

My mom immediately embraced me, "Did he hurt you?"

"I'm okay, Mom. I'm fine." I wanted to tell her everything that he did, but I knew I could not. There was no way to tell what it would do to them.

"I don't know what I will do if he hurts you." My dad joined in on the hug.

"I think he will just have me clean up his house." I knew this was extremely unlikely, but I tried to quell their worst, unspoken concerns.

"He's a sick man. Holding you like that and putting you in...this." She scanned my outfit up and down.

A loud call interrupted our talk, "Mia! Let's get going!" Apparently Mr. Adams thought our brief family time was more than long enough.

"Be careful, honey. We'll miss you." Mom gave me a kiss, and then Dad. My parents and I tightly embraced once more before I was released to the black-suited monster that awaited me outside.

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Mr. Adams drove us in the cart to the gate of the camp where a man in a suit waited next to a black limo. The chauffeur opened the door for us and Master Adams motioned for me to get in first. With comfy leather seats and plenty of space on the inside, the warden clearly spared no expense in his commutes.

"Window up today, driver. Ms. Mia and I will need privacy for our discussion." Mr. Adams spoke to the man as the limo moved. The chauffeur followed the order, and we were now shielded from his eyes and ears. I was all alone in the back of Mr. Adams' limo.

I reached for the seatbelt, but Master Adams grabbed my hand. "I'm going to need you unbuckled for this ride, pet." He said as he moved my hand over his crotch. I felt his bulge through his pants.

Master snapped his fingers and pointed towards the floor in front of him. "Down."

I got onto the limo floor right where I was instructed. I was on my knees with a snap of his fingers like an obedient dog.

"Beg me to let you take my cock out, gook." What I imagined to come was bad enough, but the warden always knew how to make it as degrading as possible.

"Can I please take your cock out, Sir? I'd be so grateful." I began to get flustered as I tried to do the bare minimum to satisfy his perverted requests.

"You can do better than that, Mia. I want to hear how eager you are to serve me. Let me hear you worship me, gook. No need to be why. I know it's what you really want." He savored every ounce of humiliation that I showed on my face.

I became more embarrassed, but I had to power through, "Can I please have the privilege of taking out your thick, white cock? Please, Master?" I couldn't believe what I just said. I felt completely full of shame, and it showed in my flustered expression.

Master Adams unbuckled his belt and shifted around in his seat until he got it off. He then placed it on the seat next to himself. "So eager to please, Mia." He said as he sat back and gave that wicked smile. "Go right ahead."

I tepidly reached towards his crotch and unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, and tugged down his pants. Immediately after doing so, I was able to see his bulge through the boxers. It was so noticeable that I couldn't help but stare. It was one thing to feel it fill me, but another to get a clear-headed view of his size. My mind was in such a haze when I first saw it earlier that I didn't register how large his package was. Something deep and shameful inside my subconscious made me wet my panties in excitement.

"Don't spend too much time enjoying the view, my yellow doll." He must have reveled in my surprise to some extent, but his tone indicated a slight impatience.

I was beet red when I reached for his boxers and pulled them down: his cock popped out in front of my face and was ready to be served.

"Why don't you show me and my cock some more appreciation before you get started, Mia." He stared down at me.

I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but he must have left his demand vague in order to see what I would do. I closed my eyes and kissed the head of his cock.

He grabbed my face between his hand and squeezed my cheeks together. "Keep your eyes open and on mine when you're serving my cock, gook." I opened my eyes and frantically nodded to appease his authoritative tone.

He released me and I powered through my hesitance in order to gain his favor once more. I kept my eyes locked on his when I kissed his cock head and made my way down his shaft with more kisses.

"Thank you, Master!" I kissed. "Thank you, Master!" I continued to say between each kiss as I pecked my way up and down his shaft.

"That's what I'm talking about, my lovely pet." He said breathily. "I want to see my cock between those pretty, little lips. Now."

Despite his praise, Mr. Adams made clear that he was tired of the foreplay. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I then parted my lips, and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Master let out a groan and stroked my hair approvingly, "Ohh yeah...stuff every inch of this white cock in your yellow mouth."

I wasn't sure if I was up to the task, but I kept eye contact when I took his cock inch by inch into my mouth. I uncontrollably drooled with his thick shaft in my mouth. My eyes watered and I gagged the further I got, but stopped short of swallowing his entire length.