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[b][u][center]An Impossible Sentence

Chapter 8

For Mizzukat

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Mmmph…nngh…oh, yes…”

The Warden hammered away, each thrust rocking the stallion back against the bed. Every thrust should have felt good, should have reminded him of the pleasure that his pussy was capable of. He should have felt satisfied, at the very least, even if it wasn’t as extreme as the rutting that he got from the villains. He should have been gasping, shivering, moaning from the crocodile’s assault on his pussy.

And yet…he still had to fake it.

In, out, in, out that thick thing went, the tip sliding near to his womb but never quite getting there the way that General Victorious did, nor did it have the shocks of pleasure that Shock Treatment had managed. The only thing that was keeping him so wet and pent-up was the thrumming power of the room, buzzing in the back of his head and leaving him groaning and huffing from the humping.

The Warden moaned in his ear, keeping him pinned down and hammering away. Slick, wet squelches filled the air, and the bed was soaked with the stallion’s juices as he kept dribbling away. His inner walls clenched down, but not because of his own excitement. They spasmed and fluttered because he kept remembering to clench.

[i]Again. Again. Again.[/i]

He forced himself to fake that pleasure, weak moans let off to the side into his pillow as he hoped that the other man bought what he was selling. A little bit here, a little bit there, always hoping that it made it seem like he was horned up, turned on, and more.

“Mmmph…nnngh!”

Finally, Garth hammered in up to the hilt and held himself there. The familiar spurting feeling of the crocodile’s orgasm filled him, a warmth that went right to his core and stayed there. The feeling would remain for some time, he was starting to learn; the Warden’s seed seemed to have some weight to it that others hadn’t.

They stayed together for a few seconds, the bigger man catching his breath until he could push himself back. The wet, slimy feeling of that departure was no longer so pleasant, and Horus could feel that there were some mild bruises forming down there, making it harder for him to take the pure pleasure from getting rutted that he used to. He bit back the soft grunt of discomfort that wanted to come free, watching as the Warden sat up beside him. Strings of seed connected them, strings that were only barely getting wiped away by an absent hand as the other man chuckled.

“Another good time. I would say that I’m almost completely convinced that you’d be worth keeping around for more than just breeding.”

“More?” he muttered.

“Maybe as a house-toy, someone that would be safe out of the grip of the criminals. Someone that I could keep around when I’m able to go home rather than just as a thing in the closet here.”

“That’s…dangerous,” Horus managed to get out.

“Mmm, true. Particularly if you’re smart enough to know that you’d be dangerous there,” the crocodile said, chuckling to himself. “Yes, yes, you’re right. Better to keep you here…but where, is the question.”

“…”

“Well, we have time to think about that.”

Horus groaned, leaning his head against the pillow. That meant another break, another gap, and more time spent in the hellhole of solitary. The Warden chuckled.

“Well, you can only blame yourself. Give me a toy like you, and I’m hardly going to be finished quickly, am I? Take care, little horse.”

The crocodile leaned down, kissing his forehead and patting his cheek, and then got to his feet. The glow of the other male’s clothes disappeared as the door slammed shut, and the horny-field of the Solitary Wing kicked into full force.

“NNNNGH!”

Horus arched his back off the bed, his cock rocketing to a full erection in a way that it just couldn’t with the crocodile. He gasped, barely able to catch his breath, little huffs and puffs escaping through his clenched jaws. His eyes were painfully wide, staring at the ceiling as the thudding hum hit his chest, echoing through his bones.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The constant pressure had his cock bobbing to the throbbing beat, and his pussy clenched down on nothing harder than it had clenched on that cock. Horus whimpered, trying to catch his breath as his entire body felt like it had just caught fire.

Pulse, pulse, pulse went that beat, thrumming through his body. He didn’t know how this technology worked, couldn’t even hazard a guess, but he couldn’t think. So horny, so desperate, so worked up that he could barely get even a hint of a thought in. And worst of all, he couldn’t relieve it.

He’d found out that his hands weren’t good enough anymore. He couldn’t cum for himself even if he wanted to. The throbbing, thrumming, humming thing in the air was trying to get him off to an extent, since the cuff hadn’t gone back on just yet, but it wasn’t enough, either. The way that the villains had conditioned him – fucking him over, shocking him into insensibility, opening his mind to the possibilities – meant that his body no longer knew how to cum without them. It needed their touch to get off, one more humiliation that the prison had heaped upon him during his stay.

He clenched his hands at his side, balling them into fists as he groaned and whimpered from the pure pleasure that pulsed through him. The equine told himself that he could last. Just a bit longer, he told himself. A bit longer, and he’d have a chance to get the key, and then he could get back to gen-pop.

Just a little longer.

#

Hump. Hump. Hump.

The Warden was as good as his word, back and grinding and thrusting away with abandon every few hours. One session turned to two, then four, then eight. Horus slept between some of them, stayed awake and humping the air between others, and he didn’t know how long he had been kept in the darkness of the Solitary Wing.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

The Warden moaned, clearly thinking he was a stud and that they were both enjoying it. He bought the faked orgasms with ease, and he didn’t question the horse in the slightest as he just laid there, as if he was nothing more than a blow-up doll for the other man’s seed. Horus didn’t care; as long as he didn’t have to do much, as long as he just had to stay there and take it to keep the Warden happy, he could manage that. He couldn’t bring himself to do more; he couldn’t let himself reach out and pretend that he wanted this.

In, out, in, out, the Warden groaning beside his ear, almost biting at him at times. Horus let him do it, his eyes half-glazed, his mind elsewhere. Everything was a haze, his body aching, his mind dulled with the constant need for sex and the complete lack of orgasm. All he could do was ride the pulses, hoping that eventually it would get him where he needed to go.

And then, it was done. For the ninth time, the Warden filled him, laying over him and pumping away. The pulsing, wet heat inside was no longer as pleasurable as it had once been, and he winced at every pulse, only just managing to turn that into a more pleasurable-looking jerk and twitch. He felt the weight of the crocodile this time, and he wished very little more than the chance to punch the lights out of the officious bastard over him.

The closeness lingered for longer, this time. For a few seconds, he almost wondered if the Warden was going to pull out at all. The drenched, swampy feeling inside was not something that he enjoyed, not from this man, and he fought the urge to kick him off. He would have had the strength for that, but it would have broken the illusion that he had spent so many hours and so many sessions crafting with the Warden. He had to wait. Just a bit longer. Surely, soon, he would take his cock out and they could go back to what they had been doing just a moment ago.

And sure enough, the Warden pulled out. The squelching feeling came again, the soft, sucking pop at the end, and the feeling of warmth dribbling out of his pussy that followed. The heat of cum resting against his asshole – his plugged asshole, for that matter – only added to the humiliation as the Warden took his usual seat at the horse’s side.

“Mmmm, the way that you just clench at the end there. I will never get tired of that. Heh…I know you’re not cumming from my seed taking root, but it is a very fun fantasy, my little mare. I imagine that it will become real after the modifications, though.”

The idea of getting dependent on pleasure from [i]that[/i] turned his stomach.

“Ah, if only I had found you a few more years down the line,” the Warden said, pulling his pants on and fiddling with his suit and jacket. “I imagine that you would have been far easier to bring into line. Certainly, I would have more resources to put toward that than I do now. The number of companies bidding for the products that we’re testing here, I tell you…Heh. Oh, what does a cum-brained little horse care about that, though?”

Well, the ‘cum-brained horse’ cared more than the crocodile probably thought. There was already a bidding war going on for some of the devices and ‘products’ in the prison? That was a horrifying thought. Supers were barely able to take the damage that some of the ‘control devices’ in the prison dealt. If companies outside the prison started using them on normal citizens –

[i]Don’t. Don’t react. Let him think that you’re just stupid, that you’re still too horny to think.[/i]

“My grandfather was purely interested in a punishing vengeance on the criminals of the city. The way that he saw it, they were nothing less than scum, and should be treated like it from the first day. Let them hurt themselves, so that they couldn’t hurt the citizens all across the world. That was how he saw it.

“And my father? He was a little better; he thought that this prison could be used as a testing ground for the more dangerous products that would kill normal people if they went wrong. After all, who would care if some of the criminals that did such horrible things died? But even he didn’t see what I saw.”

“Mmph…”

“It’s lovely to talk about this, even if you can’t understand me,” the Warden said, getting to his feet. “I saw this prison for what it was: a chance to become one of the rich and powerful. Everyone relies on it, but they never realized the sort of power that could be gained from having so many horrible people under one roof. The number of companies that pay out the nose to test things that they could never reveal to the general public. The number of executives that will pay a fortune to sneak down here and torture an inmate that was responsible for their personal grief. The councilmen that have their own secret needs and wants, and who will pay even more for one of the prisoners to sate it…And the privacy fee, of course.”

[i]You…greedy…bastard.[/i]

He’d known that Garth Maxson III was a horrible individual, but he hadn’t realized that the corruption went as deep as it did. This…this was something that went well beyond the pale, and the fact that the crocodile had as many connections as he did meant that anyone escaping the prison would be met with far more force than anyone could anticipate.

[i]We have to do something about him. If we don’t…[/i]

“I’ll be among the richest men in the city in a few years. And once we perfect some of the control devices here, we’ll be able to start spreading out. Rent some of the devices to the big companies, set up security teams on-site…mmm, that’s when the money will really start rolling in…”

And when society would really start going down the toilet. Horus stared at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts as he imagined what it would mean for the average person to be dealing with Prism Gates, or the bondage ‘cleaning stations,’ or the other bits and bobs that he had seen throughout the prison. He knew for a fact that things like the lights and the gates would damage people; he saw the way that it affected the guards just by going up and down the halls in their armor, and he still felt raw from walking through the Prism Gates himself sometimes. If that happened to the average person, to someone with no protection and no boosted stamina, that would harm them. A lot.

Not to mention all the control that those businesses and politicians would get if they had all those extra enforcement capabilities. There would be some small fraction used against supers, no doubt, but thinking of rent-a-cops in the shock-armor that the guards had, or other companies using Prism Gates to keep workers in the building for forced overtime…

[i]They’d do it, too. They’d do it.[/i]

“Well, another session comes to an end. And I think that, as soon as you’re willing to sell, I’m willing to buy.”

“Nnngh?”

“Heh. I think I’m going to be more than satisfied with you as a breeder,” the crocodile said, looking down at him. “But let’s give you some time to recover. Forty-eight hours. Then we’ll put you somewhere…proper…”

Forty-eight hours. Forty-eight hours until he would be taken out of the cells and put somewhere for modifications. Breeding, and obedience, doubtlessly. A shiver ran down his spine at the very idea –

“I’ll have the guards release you in a few minutes,” the Warden said, getting to his feet. “And I’ll see you –”

“Wait…”

The crocodile turned. Horus huffed, taking a deep breath as he made himself keep talking.

“Before you go…”

“…Ah, yes. How could I forget?”

As he had done with every other session, the crocodile leaned over, kissed the horse’s forehead, and patted his cheek. The soft chuckle from the other man did not make it better, but he endured it. He had to endure it.

The Warden left the room, waving his hand to create another one of his master-key remotes. He shook his head and left the horse to his own company, and Horus smiled.

“The problems of convenience…”

He slowly uncurled his fist. In it was another of the master-key remotes. With the way that the Warden was making them and unmaking them perpetually, he’d known that there was a good chance that there was at least one in the other man’s pockets. He’d been right, and the crocodile hadn’t even noticed that he was short one.

[i]Well, I got the master-key…now I just have to tell Mafia about everything.[/i]

#

Once he was back in gen-pop, General Victorious came to meet him. Of all the members of the group that he expected to see, the bull was not the top of the list. Not the bottom, though, so he hoped that things were still going according to plan.

He allowed himself to be half-carried as they walked across the catwalks to the stares. He even allowed his rump to be fondled.

“Seems like they treated you well, Mare,” the bull said.

“Mmmph…one did.”

“The Warden?”

“Can’t talk about it.”

“Heh, oh, I get it. I understand what [i]that[/i] one wants…”

There was enough venom in the bull’s voice that he wondered what else the Warden had done to the prison population that he hadn’t been privy to. Horus decided that he didn’t want to delve into that. The shock to the system that he’d already gotten from all the Warden’s monologues had shaken his faith in the world enough as it was.

As usual, his escort scared off all the other prisoners, and he was allowed to move along without any further molestation. General Victorious did more than enough of that to make up for all the other prisoners, but for all that he was sore, Horus couldn’t deny that there was some strange pleasure at having the bovine male groping his pussy. Even a finger sliding in wasn’t so bad as he expected.

[i]Just…go with it. Go along with it. Focus for now…focus on the goal…[/i]

Though that was just a trifle difficult with two fingers scissoring back and forth in his pussy. If he’d been back in Solitary, if he had still been surrounded with that horny-field, then he would have already been on his hands and knees sucking bull dick. As it stood, he was barely keeping his legs moving; there were moments when he legitimately had to be carried for a few steps before he found his footing again due to that pleasure. In, out, in, out those fingers went, keeping him dripping the whole way.

By the time they reached the bottom floor of gen-pop, the bull was as hard as he was, and the General chuckled to himself.

“I swear, if we weren’t due somewhere else…”

“Mmmph…I might…might visit your cell later…”

General Victorious almost dropped him right then and there. They stopped in their tracks, and the taller man looked down at him, cocking his head to the side.

“…You got a story.”

“I do.”

“…Well, come on. I want to hear this.”

It didn’t take long after that for them to reach Mafia’s cell. Dark Storm was already there, tending to Shock Treatment again. The raven glanced up for a moment, then turned back to the opossum.

Horus winced. The number of burn marks up and down Shock Treatment’s body proved that the little guy wasn’t immune to electrical force. At least, not down here. He’d been bruised and battered, with a black eye that still hadn’t faded, burn marks at his nipples, and his tail had red shine-marks all up and down the length of it where the guards had grabbed it and zapped it between their fingers.

[i]They did more than punish him. They tried to break him.[/i]

The boar himself sat at the back of the cell, his ass on the broken guard that was kept just out of sight. He was clearly indulging himself in some face-sitting, getting a tongue up his ass as he kept one leg crossed and the other firmly on the floor. He cocked his head to the side, and Horus nodded, holding out his hand. As he uncurled his fingers and showed the remote, Mafia grinned and stood up.

He was surprised at the speed the boar worked. The older man took the remote and walked around the room, gently spreading the cheeks of each of his supporters and tapping the key against their plugs. As soon as they were tapped, there was a subtle shift in the lights that glowed on the undersides, and they stood up and removed them, one by one.

When it came to Horus’s plug, he huffed under his breath as it went from just being in there to vibrating with a soft frequency. He submitted to Victorious pulling it out, and all four of the plugs rested on the cot next to Shock Treatment.

“I thought those were supposed to stay in?” he said.

“Without the master-key, they do,” Mafia said. “I just told them to maintain their last broadcast. They won’t be changing the vitals, nor the location, until I tell them to go back to broadcasting normally. And they’ve been deafened, as well.”

“…”

“We can talk freely.”

“Thank fuck,” the General said, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “I was getting sick of using that notepad.”

“Needs must, General,” the boar said. “At any rate, we have exactly what we need for an escape.”

“More than you know,” Horus said, shaking his head. “I’ve seen…things.”

“…What have you found, then?” Dark Storm asked.

“Other ways around the prison. And…more truth behind the Warden.”

“I doubt that the Warden has any great plans at the moment,” Mafia said. “But I am quite interested in the other ways you’ve seen.”

“Others in power will always have plans to hurt those out of power,” Dark Storm muttered, the raven shaking his head. “I want to hear this. And I will hear this.”

“As you will,” Mafia said, shrugging. “Tell us.”

And so, Horus let them know everything that he had seen. He let them know about what was waiting in Solitary, from the horny-fields to the self-abuse that it encouraged. He told them about the way that the Warden was trying to break him down and turn him into a breeding machine for the crocodile, so that he could be taken out and made into an obedient toy, and all the implications that had. He told them about the hallways that were kept out of sight, side-passages that were off-camera and safer to use.

The way that Mafia tapped his chin at hearing that told him that it was news to the boar, and for some reason, he felt proud of himself. He shouldn’t, knowing that he had just guaranteed his place as accomplice rather than someone just using the others to get out, but he did.

“And the Warden’s plans?” Dark Storm asked.

“He…had a lot to say during his visits,” Horus said, hugging his arms around his chest. “It seems that the suits, the various anti-power fields, and everything else…they’re not just proprietary to the prison anymore.”

“…What?” the raven whispered.

“He’s charging other companies to test things here. He’s selling people as experimental subjects to business leaders, letting them kill criminals with their tests, and worse. And he’s already got a bidding war going on with a number of different businesses for who gets to have the tech a few years down the line, once it’s perfected.”

“Which tech?” Mafia asked.

“Which businesses?” the General added.

“I don’t know the buyers, but…I think all the tech here. The guard suits, the Prism Gates, the light corridors, the horny-fields, [i]everything.[/i] He’s talking about charging civilians some amount to set up outside the prison and ‘handle’ things, to start, but once he gets enough money, I guarantee you that he’s going to retire and sell the whole thing to the highest bidder.”

“That…that…”

“He dies.”

All of them whipped their eyes around to the opossum. The little guy hissed and squeaked, wrapping his arms around his middle as he rocked back and forth on the cot, but his eyes were steely and focused.

“He dies. He dies a lot.”

“Agreed,” Dark Storm said before any of the rest of them could respond. “I was planning on taking some time to come back to deal with him [i]after[/i] we were free of this place, but if he has gone this far, then he [i]has[/i] to die. I am not giving him the chance to spread this filth over the rest of the city, or the world.”

“Hold on, hold on,” General Victorious said, the bull shaking his head. “I get the urge. I do. But that’s a terrible tactical decision. Even with the master-key, the Warden’s got more control over the prison than we do, by leagues. There’s no way that he doesn’t have some sort of safeguard over his life –”

“Then we take him with us and kill him as soon as we’re clear,” Dark Storm said.

“Listen to what you’re saying. He’s the [i]Warden.[/i] If we have him on our side, then there’s the chance that we can get even more for our escape than we currently have. Show him a little threat, maybe let me fuck him and bring him down a few pegs, and we have someone giving orders to [i]let us go.[/i] If we kill him, then do you think that the guards upstairs that owe us a favor are going to actually deliver on them?”

“We got master-key,” Shock Treatment said. “Don’t need.”

Horus hadn’t expected the level of chaos that his little delivery would bring, nor did he expect the General, of all people, to be arguing in favor of keeping the Warden alive. He would have thought that the bull would want anyone that could challenge him deader than a doornail, and while he completely expected Dark Storm to be in favor of killing…

No, he couldn’t say that he was surprised with Shock Treatment. The opossum had been beaten hard, and he knew where the beating had come from. He had every right to want to see the Warden dead, now.

[i]Not good,[/i] he thought as he watched the argument get more and more heated. [i]This is not the time for them to break apart. Mafia, you better work your magic…and soon…[/i]

Just as the General and Dark Storm were about to come to blows, the boar stepped forward, holding a hand between them.

“As much as I would love to see Garth Maxson’s blood flowing over the prison tiles, the General raises a good point. Our temporary pleasure at seeing his head leave his body will not do us any good if it keeps us locked within these walls. The crocodile is a fool, but not so great a fool as to not have some sort of dead-man’s switch.

“More to the point, once we make our move, we will not have the chance to try a second time,” the boar said, shaking his head. “And if we fail, then we will have everything that we have gained stripped from us. We will be kept in Solitary, permanently, and I would not be surprised if the Warden is vindictive enough to have us visited by the most sadistic of his guards for…punishment. Do we want to deal with that?”

The three lieutenants shook their heads.

“I did not think so. So. This is the plan. We will move soon – how long do we have?”

“Forty-eight hours, give or take an hour,” Horus said.

“Then in thirty hours, we move.”

“I have…a request.”

“Oh?” Mafia cocked his head to the side. “This is a first. But you’ve brought us enough information, I suppose I can hear it out.”

“I want to bring someone with us. One of the other prisoners. Shadowclaw.”

“That mercenary?” Dark Storm snarled. “What’s to stop him from being one of the Warden’s creatures?”

“Curiosity. And…payment.” Horus shook his head. “I haven’t said anything to him directly. I kept to the rules. I got you what you asked for, and more. I think…I think that gives me the right to bring someone else in on the plan.”

“…I will consider it,” Mafia said. “But for now, we’ll plan on moving out in thirty hours. With the master-key, and the two Prism Gate keys that we’ve been able to scrounge, we [i]should[/i] be able to get out of gen-pop. If we can find one of the side-tunnels after that, we’ll be able to move freely, and from there…”

From there, they would be able to get to the surface. And once they got to the surface, that was where things would start taking a turn for the dark. Shock Treatment and Dark Storm would be gunning for the Warden, while General Victorious would probably stick with Mafia.

[i]At the end of the day, they’re still villains. Once they’re out of the cells and have their powers back, it’ll be a flip of the coin whether they’ll still follow Mafia’s orders.[/i]

“We’ll make sure that the Warden suffers,” the boar said. “Whether he dies will depend on the situation when we find him.”

“…I will hold you to that,” Dark Storm said, getting to his feet. “It has probably been long enough. We should put the plugs back in.”

“Likely, yes.”

The three lieutenants and Horus all took their plugs back, slowly working them in individually. One by one, they winced as the thick machines popped back in, and Horus huffed as he felt the usual filling, spreading sensation return under his tail. Not a very welcome feeling, but one that he had become used to over time.

Once tapped and reactivated by the master-key, the other three left. Horus, however, remained behind. Glancing around for the notepad, he picked it up and started writing on it, and Mafia waited with his leg crossed on the bed.

[i]I know that they want to kill him, and I get it. But you know that it’s only going to make the situation worse if we run off with blood on our hands.[/i]

The boar glanced at the paper and nodded. He wrote back, for longer. Horus waited with his hands at his sides, looking out at gen-pop.

It was amazing how quickly a place so horrible could become almost home. He doubted that he’d miss the prison, but the way that he had gotten used to living with an invisible cell-mate, the way that his body had become almost free-use for the rest of the prison, and how nudity had just become the norm, was strange. Getting back to a real life in the outside world was going to take some doing, that was for sure.

Mafia passed him the notebook. He picked it up and read it.

[i]I’m not going to let them kill him. And you are not to tell anyone of this part of the plan.

We have more than two Prism Gate keys. We have seven, one of each color. I’m the only one that knows that. What I am hoping for – and this is only a theory – is that if we use all seven, it will turn the Prism Gate from rainbow to light. Sunlight, as a matter of fact, to the point where we can supercharge you.

If it works, then I will keep General Victorious with me, and send you ahead to secure the Warden. With you having ALL of your powers from that – and with a little sabotage in the tunnels to break down the anti-power field, you should – there should be no issue with you taking charge of the situation. You’ll be stronger than them, by far.

I am relying on you for this. I do not need to start my new stint of freedom with bloodshed on my hands, and while Dark Storm can do as he wishes, I am not going to let Shock Treatment paint a target on his back.

Can I trust you with this?[/i]

Horus’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as he looked up from the paper. The boar was still staring at him, still waiting. The stallion looked down at the proposal, then back at the criminal, hardly believing what was being asked of him.

Secure the Warden. It would be one thing to escape with the rest of them, but it was something else entirely to be asked to take that step. It would make him the biggest target of the escapees, and the entire security complex would be on his ass from the first moment that he set his hooves on shore. The others would have a chance to get to ground and hide, while he was the one that the political justice system decided to come after.

And at the same time, it was the only plan that he could see having a chance of success. Yes, it was risky throwing himself into a Prism Gate and just hoping for the best, but at least that death would be quick compared to what would happen if Shock Treatment and Dark Storm got their hands on the Warden. He didn’t even want to think about what would come out of that bit of stupidity.

After a moment more, he scrawled his conditions and passed the notebook back to the boar. Mafia took one look and nodded agreement.

[i]It’s done then.[/i]

“Get some rest,” Mafia said.

“That…was the plan.”

“Heh, you’re going to need it.”

“Aren’t we all?”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Horus continues the charade to get more information and time with the Warden, and finds out some bad things.

Tags: M/H, Humiliation, Forced Arousal, No Orgasm, Edging, Fingering, Vaginal, Orgasm, Creampie, Stallion, Crocodile, Bull, Boar, Opossum, Raven, Supers, Prison, Series,