The Warden's Toy Pt. 04

The warden and his friends play with cards and Mia.

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. Finally, all characters in this story are over 18.

Thank you all for the support for my writing, and feel free to comment or email me with any ideas you may have for this series! Also, gold star for anyone who figures out what novel I took the last names for the three new characters from.

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"Um...hello...," I quietly spoke. I couldn't anticipate how overwhelmed I would feel as I stood there a provocatively dressed servant to all these affluent white men. The men all appeared to be roughly the same age as Mr. Adams.

"Truly such terrible etiquette." The warden hardly hid his smirk of amusement at his own remark. He knew it was the shock brought on by the sight of three strange men that caused my mumbled greeting---not deliberately poor manners.

"Allow me to introduce you, then you can try that again, Mia. On the far left we have England's favorite son: Maximillian Nicholson, in the middle is my longtime friend Charles Margrave, and on the right is the brilliant Dr. Benjamin Jennings. Now, how about you greet my friends with proper etiquette this time?"

"Hello, Mr. Nicholson. Hello, Mr. Margrave. Hello, Mr. Jennings." I gave a slight bow of the head towards each of them after their respective greetings.

"Perfect, little lady." Master petted my hair and turned his attention back to his buddies, "Now, what do we think of young Mia, fellas?"

"Looks like the girlie is a tad nervous. What do you think, lads?" A bald, clean-faced, and slightly chubby man with a posh accent commented, and the three other men shared a chuckle at my expense.

"Well, Max, I think she's adorable. How long have you owned her, James?" A man with short, messy, light brown hair and a stubble beard slightly longer than Mr. Adams took a long look at me.

"Today is her first day with me, Charlie. She's from the camp. You'll have to forgive any errors she may make, I haven't been able to train her much yet. However, she makes up for it by being eager to please. In fact, Mia was ecstatic when I offered her the chance to serve me." The warden replied to his friend and placed his hands on my shoulders.

Eager to please? Did the warden forget that he held my father's access to heart medication over my head to ensure I obeyed his every whim? This only further stoked the built-up anger inside of me, but as it had before, it once again turned to worry. How far away my parents were now. They aren't likely to get much sleep tonight. The nights spent in our small encampment seem like a blessing compared to my current situation, because for all our misery we at least had the company of one another. There was some back and forth between Mr. Adams and the man while I was occupied with my own thoughts, but I soon returned to the moment.

"I think you oughta give me a price, good friend, because I'll buy her off your hands right now." Charlie shot a wink at me.

"Sorry, but Mia will be mine for the foreseeable future. Although don't fret, she will be eagerly serving us tonight. Isn't that right, pet?" Master moved his head down next to mine as he stood behind me.

"Yes, Sir. Whatever you please." I could only hope that didn't mean too much humiliation, but I wasn't naive enough to expect that. The best-case scenario was that I would be called terrible names while bringing drinks and that I wouldn't have to do too much more than that.

"Not even a full day and she is already so obedient! What is your trick, James?"

A man with glasses and short, brown hair, and a short goatee chimed in, "You must be joking, Charles. Asian people, especially their women, are naturally disposed to subservience. It is ingrained in their cultures and DNA. Mia embodies this inclination to a tee."

"I couldn't have said it any better myself, Ben." Mr. Adams looked me in the eyes after he agreed with his friend.

"Yes, of course, I would never dispute that. After all, this is your area of expertise. Still, I find her quite impressive."

"As do I, Max. She appears to be quite the specimen both in her disposition and physical attributes. She'd be fascinating to study, James."

"Might I say you certainly know how to dress your little doll, James." Charlie made no attempt to hide how he ogled me in my skimpy black dress.

"I'll be impressed when she shows me that she knows her place. Where is the damn booze?" Max already seemed impatient.

I've only known these men for a few minutes and all have managed to mortify me in different ways. One immediately offered to buy me, and another wants to study me? I couldn't begin to imagine what that meant.

"Enough of the chit-chat, gentlemen. Mia, how about you be a good girl and go fetch that tray over there for us." He then moved behind me again and gave me a little push as I walked towards the bar.

The back of the dress swayed as I walked past the men and towards the bar. I knew these rich perverts were all looking at my butt as each cheek was slightly and quickly revealed and then covered again as the fabric swayed.

I heard a whistle that was followed by a remark from Charlie, "I hate to see her leave, but I love to watch her walk away!" All four men laughed. I felt a flare of anger within me that I must quash if I was to get by tonight.

I picked up the tray of four cigars, four glasses, and a bottle of brown alcohol that read "Louis XIII Remy Martin" on the golden label; then brought it back, and placed it down on the center of the table next to the deck of cards.

"Where is the ice, Mia?" James asked as he looked at me.

"But you didn't tell me to bring any."

"I figured you would have the common sense to add ice to our glasses. If you want so badly to be told exactly what to do, then now I'll tell you to turn around and lift the back of your dress."

"I'll fetch the ice now, Mr. Adams!" I motioned to pick the tray up again and Master blocked me. I thought maybe an urgent show of obedience would excuse me from his command.

"No. You'll lift your dress up and show your everyone your little gook ass. Now." The tone of Mr. Adams' voice was stern.

I blushed and did as Mr. Adams told me to. I turned around and left the back flap of my dress to reveal my black G-string panties to the group. My act was met with cheers and whistles from the men, but before I could think about how embarrassed I was, Master Adams brought a firm hand down on my butt.

"Ah!" The swift and stinging slap caused me to yelp and jolt. The men laughed even more at my surprised reaction.

"I-I'm sorry. I should have put ice in the glasses." I pushed through a mumble to give an apology in the hopes that it would spare me from further punishment.

"I forgive you, Mia. However, I'm not the only person who has been affected by your mistake." He turned to the group that sat at the table with him before he continued, "Go apologize to everyone individually and then ask them if they want to spank your butt." Mr. Adams smirked and gave my lower back a slight push in the direction of Mr. Nicholson.

"I'm sorry for forgetting the ice, Mr. Nicholson." I turned around, lifted my dress.

"You've made my mouth parched with all this waiting, lass. This will teach you!" He amplified his voice before he slapped my butt about as hard as Mr. Adams did.

"Ow!" I was pushed forward by the wound-up slap that came down right on my previous one. Mr. Nicholson let out a hearty laugh.

I continued my rotation and repeated my apology and offered my butt again after I stepped in front of Mr. Margrave. He looked rather ordinary in his black thermal top and dark brown chinos.

He placed his hand on my butt and rubbed where I was spanked. "Oh, it's okay, sweetheart. Your little Asian brain can't help but make a few mistakes now and again. That's why you need a white man to take care of you. Tell you what, you can give me a kiss instead." I turned around and Mr. Margrave smiled at me. He puckered his lips while he squeezed my butt. I couldn't help but think that I might prefer to be spanked.

"You're too kind to the girl, Charlie. Anyway, I said you could spank her, not kiss her. Keep it moving, Mia." James ordered me to finish my task.

"You're so harsh, James!" The man laughed and said, "Fine, but I will get a kiss from her by the end of the night!" He turned his attention back to me, "Toodles, cutie." He patted me on the butt and I went over to Mr. Jennings.

It was hard to give a definitive answer as to who I was most weary of, but Mr. Jennings was my current answer. Mr. Nicholson was similar enough to Mr. Adams: the evil I knew. Mr. Margrave was no less racist than the others, but at least he didn't seem to be as sadistic. Mr. Jennings unsettled me in a way I could not quite articulate. Partially it was because, with very little said from him, Mr. Jennings was the biggest unknown to this point.

I looked at the shorter, spectacled man and began my apology, but the Mr. Jennings cut me off before I could finish, "Get me my drink, gook." The lack of emotion in his words and his refusal to look at me somehow managed to shock me even compared to everything that has happened in the past few minutes.

I certainly did not need to be asked twice to not be in his presence; so I grabbed the tray and rushed over in my black heels to the bar, opened the ice drawer, and put some ice cubes in each glass. Mr. Nicholson passed out cards as I made my back to the table and placed the tray back down. "You should be careful, pet. That is a bottle of premium cognac that cost me thousands of dollars. If you dropped that, then you really would have been in trouble." Master spoke while he poured drinks and placed them in front of everyone.

Then, without any warning, the warden wrapped his arms around my waist while he sat in the chair and pulled me up onto his lap. I was surprised at how easily he managed to do so even if I was much smaller than him. My butt pressed against his crotch. He kept one arm around my waist to push me more firmly into his lap and handed his glass of alcohol to me, "Hold this while I play." Master turned his attention back to his friends, "All right, fellas, it's blackjack. Whoever draws the lowest card is the dealer for that round. Closest to twenty-one wins the round. The pot starts at five thousand a piece."

The winner of the first round wins fifteen thousand dollars? Obviously Mr. Adams was wealthy, but his riches were put into better perspective by how casually he and his friends were comfortable with the prospect of five thousand lost dollars each.

The men drew cards and Mr. Nicholson was upset to discover he would be this round's dealer, "Bloody hell! Every time!"

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The games of blackjack passed as Mr. Adams would take the glass from my hand for a sip and have me take it back. I was raised and lowered in his lap as Mr. Adams occasionally and slowly grinded against my butt. The only time this stopped was when I was told to retrieve a different bottle of alcohol or more ice.

"This can't be possible! Damn it!" Mr. Nicholson slammed his fist on the table at the twenty-two he received after his latest card.

"Well, well, that's another win for me. Your wife is going to stop you from coming to my home if you keep losing all of her money like this, Max." Mr. Adams smirked and marked in a small notepad the new betting totals for each man.

"Don't you worry about me! She has her money and I have mine!" Mr. Nicholson said defensively.

Mr. Nicholson failed to win any games so far tonight. It was hard not to smile or laugh at the sight of his comically exaggerated displays of discontent. At one point my smirk did slip, and with Mr. Adams' drink in my hands, I couldn't hold my hands up to hide it.

"See that, Max? Even Mia thinks you're being ridiculous" Mr. Margrave said with a laugh as he glanced over at me and then back at his friend.

"Do you think I give a bloody damn what James' pet gook thinks, Charlie?! The stupid girl couldn't even remember to bring ice in our drinks." Mr. Nicholson quieted down before he started back up, "You would be just as outraged if you were in my position!" He clearly did not need any more to drink for a while. For the first time, I felt glad to be on Mr. Adams' lap, because it meant that I was as far from Mr. Nicholson as I could be.

"Now, now, guys, settle down. I'll be the dealer for this next round, and I don't know about you guys, but I'm in the mood for some entertainment. How about it?"

What did Mr. Adams have in mind? I began to feel uneasy in anticipation of what it would be.

"You know what, Maxie? I'll even give you a chance to vent some frustration. The next winner gets to give Mia a few orders."

The slight smile was wiped off my face. I felt that same pit in my stomach as I did when the warden told my parents and I that I was to spend the weekend with him here.

To add to the surprise, Mr. Adams reached into his left pants pocket and took out a black egg shaped item and a small remote for all to see.

"Whether you play or punish her is up to you." Mr. Adams removed the glass from my hands and replaced it with the objects.

I stared at it and it didn't take long for me to recognize what it was. I wasn't too experienced with sex toys, but I once bought a similar vibrator in college, because I finally didn't need to worry about whether my parents might find it.

Master placed his hand under my dress and panties, and rubbed my pussy as he dealt the next round of cards. He wanted to prepare my pussy for the toy's entry.

"Now that's what I'm talking about, my friend! Don't worry, Mia, you'll be safe in my hands." Mr. Margrave said with a smile towards me as he watched me squirm in Master's lap from his touch.

"She better hope you win, Charlie. I'm looking to teach the slant a lesson for that smirk she had on her face." Max looked at me with narrowed eyes.

I hardly even noticed that Mr. Jennings did not say a word. Maybe he would pass on the warden's offer like he did with the apology.

"Mmmm..." Mr. Adams increased the pace of his touch and I couldn't help but moan. I felt his cock get hard in his pants underneath me from how I squirmed and unintentionally grinded on his lap.

"Such a horny little gook, aren't you, Mia?" Master laughed and held up his hand to show that it was covered in my wetness. To add to the degradation, he made me suck on his fingers and taste my own fluids. I was ashamed to already be so wet. He made me cum on his cock in his office, and I even got wet while I gave him a blowjob. Now, just from a little bit of his touch, my body was eager for more.

I still sucked on Mr. Adams' fingers when the winner was determined. Much to the disappointment of Mr. Margrave and Mr. Nicholson, it was the stoic Mr. Jennings who won.

"Darn it! Ben, you lucky dog." Mr. Margrave still smiled despite his loss with the knowledge I'd still be there to entertain the group even if his friend was in primary control of what I did.

"She's all yours, Ben." Mr. Adams patted my butt to indicate that I needed to go over to him now.

Mr. Jennings remained in his seat while he took the items from my hand. He looked me over as I stood in front of him with my left hand on my right wrist down by my waist--clearly uneasy about what could be in store for me.

"What did you call her earlier, James? A pet? Show me some tricks, gook." Mr. Jennings coldly said.

"Mia, show Ben Position 1. Remember what I taught you earlier." Mr. Adams chimed in while a smirk that I glanced at with a quick look over my shoulder.

I thought back to the dining room. Position 1. That meant to kneel. I also remembered that Master Adams said he would punish any mistakes. I got down on my knees with my butt on my calves. I straightened my back and held my arms behind my back as I looked up at Mr. Jennings.

My areolas peeked out from the top of the dress with my hands behind my back. "Perfect to get a view of these..." Mr. Jennings said as he pulled the top of my dress to the sides and fully revealed my breasts.

"My, my...what a pair. I can't recall when I've last seen such a busty gook." The strange man cupped under my breast with one hand and traced a circle around my nipple with the index finger of his other hand.

"You must be from exceptionally well-bred stock. Well, as exceptional as an inferior race can be." Mr. Jennings clearly enjoyed the view, but he also seemed to not want to seem too enamored. It was difficult to maintain eye contact with him as he rained down degrading comments just inches from my face.

"So intelligent! Like a border collie!" Charlie blurted out to the amusement of the group. My face was hot with embarrassment. This was going to be such a long night.

"She's quite impressive, James. Even knows not to speak unless told to. So, you've already trained her in shorthand commands. Are there others?" Mr. Jennings asked the warden.

"Well, I intended to teach her other positions before you all showed up so early, but I can do another now. She's a very teachable slave." Mr. Adams rose from his seat and made his way next to his seated friend and in front of me.

"This is Position 2, Mia. Much like the first one, whenever I say 'Position 2' or snap my fingers and hold up two of them, you are to get into this position." Mr. James looked down on me with a devious grin.

"Yes, Sir." I said and nodded my head.

He then described what I was to do, "This is very simple, gookie. You are to get on your hands and knees. Your back should be arched to show off your little butt, and your head should be held high like a proudly owned pet. Now..." Mr. Adams snapped his fingers and held up his middle and index fingers.

I placed my hands on the floor and slightly moved my knees backwards. I returned eye contact to the two men as Mr. Adams ran his hand down my back. "That's the arch I wanted. Good pet." He approved and patted my head.

"Now, to present; you are to lay your head on the floor, and use both of your hands to spread each side of your pussy."

Use my hands to what? My eyes widened in shock. He was going to make me show my private area to all of his friends. Not just show, but present it to them.

Mr. Adams walked behind me, flipped the back of my dress up, and grabbed my G-string. "Let's get this off." He worked the panties off of my butt, down to my knees, and finally passed my feet. My pussy was exposed to the men.

"And here I thought it would be slanted!" Mr. Nicholson's comment caused Mr. Adams and Mr. Jennings to chuckle with him. I was totally mortified.

"Oh, be nice, Max. Even from here I can see that Mia has a beautiful pussy." Charlie said as some sort of defense. I guess? Even if he wasn't sadistic about it, he still ogled me just the same as the other men. My hatred for them all was equal.

"Now, Mia...present!" The warden exclaimed. What could I do? It's not like I could refuse. I couldn't convince him to have me do something else. My previous failed attempt to wriggle out of punishment already showed that it wasn't possible.

I lowered my head to the floor and reached behind me with the knowledge that the four men anticipated my further exposure. I took a breath, and parted each side of my pussy with each of my hands. Mere seconds of this like this felt like an eternity.

"Look at that cute yellow flower. I need it right now!" Charlie chuckled. "Are you sure I can't buy her from you, James?"

Mr. Adams also chuckled in his response, "I'm sure, Charlie. Though I will tell you, it feels just as good as it looks." I thought back to my experience in the warden's office. How he rammed me over and even onto the desk. His cock filled up my pussy like I never experienced before. It almost felt too big for my size. It certainly didn't help that he was so rough with me. These thoughts caused my pussy to tingle and became more wet.