Ed almost ran down the stairs, even though reason told him Vicky would take the chance for a long shower and bath.  He threw her clothes into the machine before heading back up.  He approached the bathroom quietly, listening to the running water, before letting himself into the room opposite.  It was another of the playrooms, sporting a rack of costumes and a frame similar to the one he'd bound Vicky to earlier; though this one she'd get to see.  But in what guise?  He surveyed the costumes until one caught his eye.  Then it was just a matter of waiting.

Eventually there was the sound of water sluicing down the plughole, and Ed peeked through the spyhole in the door, readying himself to strike.  In the narrow lens, he saw the bathroom door open and Vicky look each way down the hallway before turning left.  Ed hadn't left her a robe of course, but she seemed confident enough walking around naked; clearly she'd taken his advice about feeling at home.  Still, that confidence was about to get a test.

The door was well oiled and made no sound as Ed opened it.  He slid out behind Vicky and grabbed her before she could sense him; one arm across her body trapping both of hers, his other hand across her mouth.  Pulling her against him, he lifted her off the ground and carried her back into the room as she strugged and mewled futilely in his grip.  Inside the room, he threw her down on the thick padded matt; then lunged forward to grab her again before she could recover from her sprawled position and get back up.

"You're out of uniform, prisoner," he said in a harsh voice.

   ****

Vicky's head was spinning from the sudden assault.  As Ed grabbed her again, he said something.  Uniform?  Prisoner?  Was this another game or the other shoe dropping on a terrible mistake?  But then he let go of her and stapped back; then her confusion cleared and she looked down to realise she'd instinctively clenched her fists.  He'd backed off from the safe sign; she relaxed.
"What about my uniform?" she asked, affecting an insolent tone; she deliberately held her hands up and opened them.

"Call me Sir, girl," Ed said sharply.  He took hold of Vicky again, spinning her round and pinning her wrists behind her with one of his hands; he wrapped his other hand in her hair before marching her forward until her front was against the wall.  Letting go of her hair, he put his arm around her throat and pressed forward, crushing her body between him and the wall.

The twin pressures on her body and throat forced Vicky's breath to shallow, but he stopped before her pants were forced to become coughs and just held her in place.  For a few moments she just revelled in the sense of constriction; then she started struggling again, not so much in expectation of getting free as just to make him work for it.  Besides, she was a rebellious prisoner in this game, right?
Her captor kept up the hold across her throat... letting his arm loosen gradually so he could tighten it again at unpredictable intervals without actually cutting off her air.  Her hardening nipples brushed the wall, and she decided it was time for whatever next stage he had in mind. "Sir," she whispered quietly.

At Vicky's response, Ed turned her to face him before pulling her arms up over her head and pinning her crossed wrists with one hand.  With the other, he began to knead at her breasts, alternately cupping and squeezing and pinching her nipples.
"Sir, what?" he asked.
"Sir, do you want me to dress?"
Wordlessly, Ed let go of her and pointed to the outfit he'd selected:  an yellow corset, the material extending down into leggings of the same colour, but leaving her crotch and ass exposed; a slutty jailbird outfit for the girl imprisoned for now within his walls.

Obediently, Vicky picked up the costume, and turned it over a few times in her hands, judging the best way to put it on; her reveie was interrupted by slap to her bottom cheek.
"Quickly!"
"I'm sorry Sir," she answered.
Vicky stepped into the corset and pulled it up her legs.  Without giving him a show; he'd said quickly after all.  Once the corset was around her torso, he stepped in, helping her tie it in place; she wasn't much surprised to see it left most of her breasts exposed as well.

Ed wasn't done of course.  Next was a set of shackles, arm and leg irons with a connecting chain.  He fastened each of the cuffs round Vicky's wrists and ankles, hobbling her and trapping her hands once more.  Taking her by the shoulders he marched her to the frame.  Lifting her chained arms as far as they would go, he connected them another chain, this one securing her to the top of the frame.
"Stay where you are," he ordered redundantly, pleased to see Vicky wriggle in her bondage anyway.

"I told you to keep still," came Ed's voice from behind Vicky.  She sensed him shift position; then a sudden thwack across her buttcheeks, the sharp sting of a cane following a second later, and another blow a second after that.  Then it was his hand, cupping and squeezing each cheek in turn; her breath became a sharp hiss at the pressure against her smarting skin.
"A cane?" she asked.  "Didn't you say this wasn't a school?"
"Close as I could get to a baton without hurting you," he said.  "And it's whatever I say it is."  He smacked the cane across her again, harder this time, making her yelp; so much for without hurting her.

Putting the cane on the chair next to him, Ed pressed himself up behind Vicky's shackled form, reaching round with his arms to take her breasts; he tightened his grip on them, whispering in her ear, "Whatever I say.  You're not calling any of the shots here, girl.  You lost that right when you were sentenced, and you're all mine now."
Ed was long-since erect again, and pressed his crotch against Vicky, letting her feel his arousal.  At the same time, he dropped one hand to her mound, running his fingers through the new wetness around her labia.
"Sir," Vicky pleaded.
"So that's why you were naked," he said, ignoring her.  "Just a dirty slut out looking for sex from the first guy to come along.  Well, we know how to treat dirty sluts here."

Vicky felt Ed let go and step back slightly.  She tensed herself for another blow of the cane, but heard his zipper instead.  Then he was back, his hands on her hips, bending her backward.  Her chains pulled on her wrists making her wince; but that was quickly eclipsed by the sensation of his cock entering her once more.  He thrust hard, jerking her body against the chains each time; he moved one hand from her hip to her belly, where it could control her movement by itself, while his other returned to her breasts, playing with each nipple in turn.  She felt his mouth against her neck, alternately kissing, licking, and nipping her.  Between his touch and the chains, it was like he enveloped her as much as he filled her.  The force of him built her quickly; not gagged this time, she let herself scream as she tipped into orgasm.  Then to her surprise he pulled out of her without coming himself.

She let her breath calm, before adding, "I'm not sure the dirty sluts are going to be very deterred by that treatment."
"We don't want too much deterrece," Ed replied. "Need to keep the punishments going."
"I'm sure you're corrupt enough to find something.
"Which brings me to the next punishment."
Ed came round to Vicky's front, reaching up and undoing the chain that bound her to the frame.  Taking her arm, he marched her back to the mat in the middle of the room, then pushed her to her knees.  From her new eye level, she saw he hadn't put his cock away, making the nature of the next punishment clear.

Vicky bent forward, putting one hand on Ed's hip, and gently folding her other around his balls; she exerted just he right amount of pressure, sending such a flood of sensation through him that he almost didn't feel it when her lips kissed the tip of his cock.  But he certainly felt the jolt of pleasure as she followed the kiss with a slow lick, and then closed her mouth around him.  He wrapped his hands in her hair, trying to resist the temptation to push her down on him; it was her turn to do the work now.  But as her lips and tongue worked on his tip, it got harder and harder; she let out a small sound, and he realised his hands had been tightening to the point of pulling her hair.  But the kneeling girl didn't stop, sliding her mouth down the length of his cock, before trailing the route back with her tongue.

Vicky moved her hand from Ed's hip to the base of his shaft; with her other hand, she continued to massage his balls, giving gentle squeezes in time to the motion of her lips and tongue.  His grip on her hair hurt slightly, but as a corrupt prison warden receiving a blowjob from a chained and kneeling inmate, that was only right and proper; still she grinned a little around his length as she reflected that her safe signal wouldn't be very safe for him right now.

Ed closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of Vicky's mouth around his tip, her hands massaging his shaft and balls, sometimes switching between one and the other; her lips and tongue were perfect, and he made a mental note to imply at the earliest opportunity that she was a whore who did this for a living.  Then her hands tightened, the one around his balls sending a little frisson of pain through him, while the movements of her mouth became more urgent; more and more she removed her hand from his shaft to plunge her mouth down his newly vacant length, but each time lips or tongue retreated to his tip, her fingers returned.  Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer; his cock, then his whole body shuddered and he came into his prisoner's mouth.  Vicky licked him once more before releasing him and swallowing his load.

"Did I satisfy my corrupt prison guard?" Vicky asked Ed.
"Sure, for now," he answered in a dismissive tone, though his eyes couldn't quite maintain the illusion.  He reached down to pick something up from the floor, and Vicky was siezed with an idea; the chair was within reach, the one where he'd set down the cane.  It had a cushion on it too, and she reached out quicky to grab it.

Ed felt something thick and soft bean him over the head; he looked up and saw a grinning Vicky, chair cushion in hand.  "What was that for?" he asked, standing back up.
"That was me knocking you out."
"With a cushion?  That's pretty optimistic."
"I was using the baton," she said, pointing to the cane where it had fallen.  "The cushion proves I could have grabbed it, and with you bent down like that, I could have used it even with these shackles.  You think a hardened criminal like me couldn't have laid you out with that?"
"Um.  Touche, I suppose.  But having laid me out, what would you do then?"
Vicky rattled her chains; "Put these on you and escape of course."
"You'd have to unlock them first."

Vicky waited as Ed thought for a moment.  "Ok," he said.  "Say I'm out for fifteen minutes; you've got that long to find the keys and swap the chains over, otherwise I wake up and punish you again."  He lay down on the mat, looking up at her with a smirk.  "Tick-tock, prisoner."
Vicky looked around the cluttered room; no keys were visible.  How was she going to... oh!  She bent down, feeling inside his pocket, coming away with the keys.  Quickly she put key to lock.  It didn't fit.  Why didn't it fit?  How didn't it fit?  Was it a decoy?  Why the hell would he have a decoy?
"Were you expecting me to do this?" she asked.
"You'll never know."  Damn that smirk.
Vicky's mind raced, before the answer came to her.  "That's the key to the lock on the frame," she said.  She reached back into Ed's pocket, finding the other key, and unlocked the shackles.

Ed watched Vicky remove the chains, and let her attach them to his wrists and ankles.  "So what now," he asked?  "Does the convict exact her revenge?"
"No, the convict escapes and leaves you here," she replied.  "But maybe you could point me at another room with costumes, so I can figure out who'll find you."
"Out of this door, turn right, and just about every room will have something.  Happy searching."
"Thanks.  You'll be found when you're found."
"Touche," Ed said again, watching Vicky fairly skip her way out of the room, closing the door behind her.