Die in a Fire was Warden of the AnalBlood Prison Facility. Every prison that acted up was instantly sent to her office. None of the inmates that went in to the Warden's office ever misbehaved again. Today was Scumhook's first day at AnalBlood. He was issued a penguin suit and given a piece of paper with the weekly schedule on it. It said on the top "EVERYBODY UP AND DRESSED BY 0630 OR ELSE!" "Or else what?" Scumhook thought to himself. He heard another new inmate in a pink bunny suit ask the same question. "You don't want to know," the guard showing them their cell block replied, followed with "NOBODY wakes up late in AnalBlood." Scumhook, looking to make a name for himself as someone who doesn't play by the rules, decided he'd purposefully wake up late. He thought it'd be the same as the other prisons he'd been in and he'd get solitary confinement for a week. He asked none of the other inmates what the consequences would be, thinking they'd realize his plan. Instead, he waited until lights out and unplugged the alarm clock after his cellmate fell asleep. Scumhook woke to the sound of his cellmate repeating the word "no" over and over while rushing to dress in his yellow ducky outfit. His cellmate shook his shoulder. "C'mon! Wake up!" the duckman said, throwing Scumhook his penguin suit. "Fuck off, arsehole" Scumhook replied. "No dude! You don't understand! They'll ra-" the duck got cut off by the sound of the knocking on the cell door. "I'm not getting up," Scumhook said. The knock became a pounding. "Suit yourself," the roommate said. "Get up!" the guards shouted at Scumhook as they opened the door. "Fuck off," Scumhook replied. The guard laughed maniacally while pulling a baton out of a belt holster. "Here at AnalBlood, we don't ask twice," the guard said. "Hey, wait! I'll-" *THWACK* Scumhook woke up, his head throbbing. The first thing he noticed was the gag in his mouth, then the fact that he was bent over. He tried to move his arms, but they wouldn't budge. He opened his eyes and looked at his hands. They were strapped to the top of a desk. "I had arm and leg straps installed for the purpose of punishing prisoners," he heard a woman's voice behind him call out. Footsteps moved toward him while the voice continued. "You may be wondering why you've been bent over a desk and chained to it." "Mmmfff," the gagged Scumhook replied. "I tolerate no misbehavior in my prison facility. ALL prisoners who act out receive the same punishment," said the voice. The speaker stepped into view. It was a dark-haired woman wearing a carnival mask that had black feathers across the top and a white face wth the lips painted red. She was wearing a dress like Princess Peach from the Mario Brothers games. There was a large bump in the front of the skirt that made Scumhook's eyes widen and he began to feel uneasy. "Watch captain, unsnap him." "Yes, Warden." Scumhook felt the back of his penguin outfit coming undone. His heart started to race. Suddenly, his ass was exposed. "Now lube him," ordered the Warden as she pulled up her skirt, revealing the hugest strap-on he'd ever seen. "This is my friend, the cannon," she said as Scumhook felt the warm goo being smeared on his hole and cheeks. "Now, since we didn't do anything to stretch you first, this is gonna hurt quite a bit." Scumhook fought and pulled at his restraints but all he succeeded in doing was rubbing his wrists raw. "Now spread him." "MMMFF! MMMMMMFFFF!" Scumhook fought as he felt cold hands on his asscheeks. "You're going to want to relax your ass as much as possible," the Warden said as she pressed the cannon against his hole. "MMMMMMFFFFFFF!" he screamed into the gag as the Warden forced the tip of the cannon in. The Warde rocked back and forth slowly at first, then thrust all the way in. He screamed so loud his voice cracked. The pressure inside him was intense and he bit down on the gag as hard as he could. "Your ass is bleeding. How does that feel? Were the extra five minutes of sleep worth it?" the Warden asked as she started to thrust harder into Scumhook's intestines. He tried to think of anything else to draw his mind away from what was happening but it didn't work. His insides and asshole felt like fire. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes so tight he was tearing up and seeing spots. The pain was getting to him but the Warden kept pounding harder and harder. He felt himself slipping away with each painful thrust and lost conciousness. He awoke on the bottom bunk of the bed in his cell. His duckmate looked at him. "Whenever someone comes back from the Warden's office, they stay in bed for a few days. I'll go get you something to eat if you want. How does that sound?" "That's fine," Scumhook replied weakly. "Okay. I'll be back in a few minutes," the duckmate said as he walked out of the open cell door. Tears welled up in Scumhook's eyes. He rolled his sore body over towards the wall and started sobbing. He had 3 years left on his sentence.