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

Chapter 7

For Mizzukat

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

Horus laid in his bed, exhausted beyond measure. For all that he had prized himself as a powerful man, as someone that could keep going well beyond the normal limits of most any individual and with the strength of a true workhorse, [i]that[/i] had drained him worse than any fight, or any campaign against villainy. The feeling of that prod in his ass, the way that it continued zapping and pulsing and draining him of any and all of his cum just for the sake of ‘health reasons’ so that he didn’t get any infections from being all pent-up: it had been the worst thing that he had endured so far.

And it wasn’t even the pain, though he would be the first to admit that it was painful to be ‘milked’ that way. It was the humiliation. The way that he was treated, he was nothing more than a stud horse, at best, and probably lower than that. His balls still ached, and his cock throbbed dully in his sheath at the thought of ever getting an erection again. Everything felt hot and shriveled inside, and there wasn’t a hint of the pleasure that he would have gotten from real sex down there.

[i]And that is the man that wants to own my uterus…[/i]

That was the horrifying thought. He knew that Garth Maxson III was not a good person, because a good person wouldn’t be given charge of so many people and be allowed to treat them so horribly. What he hadn’t thought was the man was an absolute sadist, enjoying ripping people down and showing them how much better [i]he[/i] was. That was new, and it was horrifying.

Then again, everything about this prison was horrifying.

Horus grunted as he tried and failed to roll onto his side. He was stuck staring at the ceiling of his cell, his body refusing to move after the intense ‘treatment.’

“Mmmph…”

A sound. He tried and failed to turn his head, but he thought he recognized the tones.

“Mmmph…Breeder.”

[i]Oh…no…[/i]

He could hear footsteps now, and they were getting closer, and closer, and he bit his lips to hold back the whimper. Not now. Not when he was completely helpless, not when he was completely fucked.

Finally, the opossum leaned over him. Small, slight, just a little bit shocky. His eyes were wild, his fur completely in disarray, and he huffed and puffed as he prodded against the horse’s chest.

“Breeder. Breeder.”

“Nnngh…”

“You free. You have time.”

“Please…”

“Will please. Will make breed.”

Horus didn’t have the energy to throw the opossum across the cell the way that he wanted to, nor did he have the energy to try and keep his legs closed as the little guy pulled and dragged them apart.

[i]This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.[/i]

But it was. And he couldn’t stop it.

His heart thudded in his chest as he stared at the ceiling, unable to look away as the opossum climbed onto his prison cot. The smaller male was already hard, already rock hard, and dribbling across the stallion’s thighs as he pushed the balls and cock out of the way. A few small sparks shocked his clit into standing out at full attention, and a couple more made sure that his pussy was wet.

“Breeder. Breeder needs it. Need Breeder. Need…need…”

Horus wheezed as another pulse of electricity flowed through him. It was weaker up here, much, much weaker compared to how strong it had been on the bottom floors, but it was still there. His body responded, legs jerkily parting further as Shock Treatment manipulated his body into offering itself up to him.

“Nnngh…”

“Quiet. Give seed, carry kid.”

The opossum slid in. Their size difference was such that he could barely feel it this time, and yet, at the same time, the little shocks made sure that he felt every single movement of the smaller male down there. Shock Treatment grabbed him by the hips, holding him tight, pushing in, out, in, out, humping without rhythm and squeaking like some sort of feral rodent.

Horus could only stare upward, barely able to keep breathing as he was humped like some sort of breeding post by a villain that probably barely had a sane thought left in his head. He couldn’t do anything. He was paralyzed, exhausted, and the shocks kept him pinned in a way that made him realize just how horrifying this would have been to someone without powers. Someone…

Someone that could be taken…

Bred…

Another shock, this one further up, and he felt his insides twist. The same place that burned during his heats throbbed, clenching inside, and he gasped under his breath as he realized that Shock Treatment was actually making good on his ‘threat.’ The smaller male was trying to make him into a valid breeding partner.

[i]No…no, please, anything…anything but that…[/i]

Zap. Zap. Zap. The little pulses of electricity continued down there, making his guts clench, making his insides feel wrong, and yet, empty. The thrusting never stopped, either, the soft smack-smack-smack of hips against hips, balls against ass, and cock into pussy making a regular echo in the small cell. He still couldn’t move, his arms numb, his legs barely better. The only thing that felt anything clearly was between his legs.

Pulse.

Zap.

Pulse.

Zap.

The pressure continued, growing, increasing with each thrust, and he could feel a forced orgasm rising between his legs. The tiniest of whimpers escaped his mouth, and Shock Treatment leaned down, rubbing his face as if he was some sort of panicked patient.

“Soon. Soon, better. Soon, have what you need.”

The worst part was, he believed that Shock Treatment thought he was doing a good thing. Whatever was going on in the other man’s mind, there was no malice there. Staring at those eyes, all he saw was demented kindness.

In. Out. In. Out. Faster, harder, and his pussy felt like it was on fire as it drooled from the constant shocks. It was just low-enough energy that he knew he wasn’t actually being burned, but the pain and the pleasure mixed together to make his eyes water. His mouth hung open, his hooves twitched and clicked at the end of the bed, and the opossum sped up. He huffed, his pants and squeaks sounding oddly pathetic as he hammered in, out, in, out –

“Get that fucker!”

The half-automated sound of a guard’s voice was the only warning either of them got before Shock Treatment was yanked right off him. The soft ‘schlorp’ sound of his cock being yanked free was disgusting and a relief at the same time, and the stallion gasped as the shocks finally stopped down there.

“Nnngh! Let go, let go! Breeder! BREEDER!”

“Lucky bastard,” one of the guards muttered. “Wouldn’t mind ‘breeding her’ myself, but fucking…”

“BREEDER!”

Horus hated how he actually felt bad for the screaming opossum in that moment. He could feel the pain still, the agony between his legs, the heat and fire that the electricity had left behind, but the sheer loneliness and hope in the villain’s voice cut him to the core. As he managed to wobble his head off the pillow, he watched as the guards pulled Shock Treatment back, punching the smaller man in the stomach until he stopped shrieking at the top of his lungs…and then kept beating him.

One of the other guards walked into the cell, grabbing Horus by the shoulder and pulling him the rest of the way upright. His hooves clopped against the floor as he was held there, the guard looking him in the eyes, holding a finger in front of his face. The horse followed it back and forth, and the guard nodded.

“Okay, lucid enough. Not too damaged.”

“Nnngh…”

“Warden’s ordering you to solitary.”

“Now?”

“Heh, you prefer to let that rat keep fucking you?”

“Opossum…And no…”

“Get up, then. We’re leaving as soon as you can walk.”

That would be a little while, he imagined. The sound of the punching and screaming in the distance had stopped, and he didn’t know how bad the guards had pummeled Shock Treatment before they’d finally decided that he had enough. He hoped that they hadn’t gone too hard.

[i]Why do I care? He raped me…[/i]

The sound, though, that shriek…and the strange, needy cuddles from the opossum before…

[i]It doesn’t matter how damaged he is. He still…he still…[/i]

Horus groaned, knowing that he wasn’t going to be sorting this out today. Or tonight. Or whatever time it was in this hellhole of a prison that didn’t ever let them see the sun. Whatever was going on with Shock Treatment, all he could hope for was that this particular moment wasn’t going to fuck up whatever deal he had going with Mafia. If he was going to put himself through this with the Warden, then he had to hope that it was worth it.

“You good?”

“I’m…I’m almost ready.”

“Hurry up, meat.”

#

Solitary was in the other direction from the showers, which didn’t surprise him after a moment’s thought. If a prisoner was being brought from solitary to another point of the prison, you didn’t need to worry about taking large groups from place to place. A shorter journey from shower to gen-pop or gen-pop to shower made sense rather than having solitary part-way to the others. One prisoner was much easier to keep an eye on than larger numbers.

The two guards that dragged him along said nothing for the journey, and Horus was glad for that. It gave him time to settle and get used to what had just happened to him, and he was doing his best to just process it so that he could feel capable again for what was going to come next.

Distractions helped, and he studied the halls for anything that he might have missed the first time. The white light continued blinding his eyes, and the Prism Gates were always a problem, but was there anything else that the escapees were going to have to deal with?

There was.

He saw it almost completely by accident, but as they were passing through one of the Prism Gates, he saw something in the white walls. It was barely there, just a flicker of darkness against the light that burned everywhere else, but it was such a relief that he stared at it with all the intensity that he could.

It was a hallway.

[i]They have back hallways, side-passages, outside of the main corridors,[/i] Horus thought. [i]The guards can get around through that instead of using this all the time.[/i]

That was huge. If Mafia didn’t know about that – and considering that the boar hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort, it was entirely possible that he didn’t – then he needed to know. That was a game-changer to any escape plans going forward, and with the master-key from Maxson, it was possible that they might not need to worry about the Prism Gates. If they could get that, if they could get some details, then getting out of the underwater prison just became a whole lot more possible.

The door closed as soon as he saw it, probably due to some guard realizing that there was a prisoner being processed, and Horus set to pretending that he hadn’t seen a thing. He looked straight ahead, pretending that he had been distracted and had since dismissed the distraction as nothing.

Nobody said anything.

Nobody seemed to notice.

They finally stepped through the last of the Prism Gates and entered the Solitary Wing. As soon as they were through the gate, the air changed, and there was a deep hum that put all other sounds beneath it. Horus groaned, tilting his head from one side to the other as he huffed from the pressure that it put on his skull.

“Heh, you like that?” one of the guards said. “That’s one of the best ‘rehabilitation’ things we got down here.”

“Prisoners come here, and then they never want to leave.”

“Heh, sometimes, they don’t want anything at all. They just want to stay here, and…heh, well, you’ll find out.”

Horus didn’t like the sound of that, but the pressure on his skull kept him from thinking too hard. Thinking hurt. It felt better to leave it alone, and he…he…

[i]Nnngh…[/i]

Did Mafia know that this was a possibility? Had he been sent here without a warning? Or was this new for the big boar, as well? The Super Max was meant to be a secure prison, after all, and if they hadn’t had a prisoner come back from solitary while they were in gen-pop, then it was possible that Mafia just didn’t know…

And it was even more possible that the boar wasn’t burning favors for information from the guards that he’d turned, just to make sure that they were ready to do their best when the escape happened. Easier to use up a stallion that he might or might not be able to trust rather than some of the ones that he kept close.

[i]Asshole…fucking…[/i]

Horus couldn’t think much harder than that as he was led down the surprisingly dim corridor. Rather than the white halls elsewhere, the hallways in the Solitary Wing were painted a dull red, almost pink in some ways, and he kept getting the feeling that he was walking through some sexual organ rather than down a hall of stone. He kept shaking his head as his thoughts kept sliding, fading away, keeping him from keeping to a train of thought.

The doors were slammed shut and padded. Unlike anywhere else in the prison, the screams of the inmates were gone. There was nothing, not even a whimper in the air, only the dull hum that kept throbbing in the background.

“Hehe, I wish we had the time to see to you properly,” one of the guards said, reaching out and fondling the stallion’s ass with a metal-gloved hand. “Doubt that you got the fat to jiggle, but man, it’d be fun to find out.”

“Watch it, there,” the other guard said.

“Come on. The Warden won’t know.”

“He’ll know. The cameras, remember?”

“Maybe he’ll just like the show.”

“With the one that he wants? Dick. Get your brain out of your cock.”

Cameras. Were they just down here, or were they spread through the rest of the prison? Probably were spread through the rest of the prison, but –

“Just grab one of the others.”

“Ass. This one might be worth putting on a show, but maybe I like a little privacy.”

“Just do what the rest of us do and take ‘em to…You know.”

There was a sense of the two guards shaking something off as the one refused to mention where the first should take his chosen lover. Horus had to push, push hard, to get through the hum and connect the dots.

The passageways.

[i]If the passageways don’t have cameras and the main corridors do, all the better to use them,[/i] he thought. [i]Maybe…maybe that’s how Shadowclaw’s been sneaking around the place…not just in and out of gen-pop, but into the passageways…sneaking around, finding new places to hide, and…and…[/i]

Hard to think.

Had to stop.

The guards led him to one of the doors and pulled it open. Inside…

Inside were sex toys, he was surprised to see. A wall of dildos that could be attached to a mechanical arm, a bed with a thrusting piston down one side and a hole in the bed on the other for fucking. A tube rested against the wall, waiting to be pulled down on a shaft to bounce and suck and milk, and –

And the thudding was louder.

The pulsing was stronger.

“Heh, we take some of the bad boys down here,” the one that had been fondling his ass said. “We put them inside, and the Solitary Room does the rest. Keeps you from thinking of anything but getting off over and over and over again. No need to be violent, no need to be throwing your weight around, no need to prove anything. All you gotta do is get off however the fuck you like doing it.”

The pulsing hit him right in the back of the head, the pleasure running down his spine and into his groin. He almost started thrusting his hips…and then did it anyway when he realized that he was supposed to.

[i]All that milking…and then Shock Treatment…[/i]

If he hadn’t already had his libido neutralized by the Warden’s rough milking [i]and[/i] had Shock Treatment fuck up his head and body with all those ‘adjustments,’ he would have been a helpless, dripping, rutting slut right then and there. He would have been lost to his own body and nothing would have been able to drag him back out of that needy place.

And so, he had to pretend.

As he thrust his hips, bucking against the air, the armored guards laughed and shoved him inside. Once through the doorway, the throbbing got worse, and his cock started rising against his will, pulsing with a life that was not its own.

“Enjoy your time in solitary, Hermcules. I bet that by the time we let you out, you won’t want to leave.”

“Hell, I bet he’s not even going to be himself anymore.”

“Heh, we’ll see.”

The guards closed the door on him, and the sealing of the cell forced the hum, the throb, the pulsing pressure in the air back at him, as if it was concentrating it all on his body.

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

Horus all but crawled to the bed, stumbling along and barely able to put one hoof in front of the other. His cock pulsed to life with each throb of the hum in the air, the deep tone like something that rumbled through the floor, through his chest, through every fiber of his body, and it spoke to it like he should be horny.

Rutting.

Bestial.

Needy.

The only saving grace was the way that his body had already been drained and re-wired. He didn’t have the same mental libido ‘circuitry’ anymore, and it kept him from being utterly fucked. It didn’t mean that he wasn’t affected, but it meant that he still had a brain instead of being turned into a feral creature.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

His hips bucked as he fell onto the mattress, too tired to use the toys, too horny to not do something. Up, down, up, down, his meaty shaft falling onto his stomach over and over again as he stared at it. No pre-cum this time, nothing but the bit of slickness between his legs this time, but –

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

[i]Nnngh…[/i]

Horus could barely think. He didn’t even want to think. He just wanted to sleep, to rest off the pain, but his body wanted to thrust and rut and fuck and be fucked. Everything in him, from his asshole to his pussy to his cock, wanted to be played with. His butt-plug felt bigger than ever in his over-sensitive hole, and he whimpered as he imagined what it would feel like if he had someone in the cell with him right then.

[i]The way I am, I’d roll over and present…[/i]

But if he had more energy…

The thought of what he would do to someone if he had the energy to move, to grab, to hold and fuck. The idea of what he would become under the influence of this, and what this could do to others…

[i]They have this…which means someone else could have this…[/i]

Whatever thoughts he might have had about the public getting their hands on this tech – civilian or villain, either would be horrible – slid out of his head as the pressure of the droning, throbbing hum settled deeper, and he just…humped.

#

Horus didn’t know how long he had been in the cell when the door opened. Groaning, he rolled his head to the side, seeing a familiar rotund silhouette and a great deal of white light. The Warden had come to see him.

“Well, I see that our Solitary programming is doing its job,” Garth Maxson III said with a small chuckle. “How are we feeling?”

“Mmmph…”

“Excellent.”

“Nnngh…”

“Let me just…”

The Warden reached out with one hand, and the flickers of light at his fingers flowed out to create a sort of remote of sorts. He waved his hand, and something happened. The drone…went down, not completely, but enough that he was no longer humping the air. Horus sagged against the bed, his eyes half-glazed, but at least he could think.

A bit.

Not much.

A bit.

Enough.

[i]Door’s open. He just did something. Turned off the cameras, probably.[/i]

Which meant that the Warden still wanted to keep this a secret from the rest of the facility. Not just the criminals and the public, but from the facility at large. That was something that he could use, maybe. Maybe.

The crocodile chuckled to himself as he wanted across the room, stopping at the side of the bed. Without the slightest hesitation, he jabbed his fingers between the horse’s legs.

“Mmmph!”

“Oh, yes…very wet. And –”

“Nnngh!”

“Sensitive. Oh, you’ll be very pleasurable.”

“Ah…ah…”

“I heard that there was an incident with one of the other inmates. Shock Treatment, I believe the name was?”

Horus nodded.

“Shall I kill him?”

The question echoed in his mind, and he slowly turned his head to stare up at the Warden. There was no joke on his face, no little chuckle in his expression. All that he saw was true intent, and a genuine offer.

[i]He’d kill a prisoner…for me?[/i]

If that was real, if that wasn’t just a trap to get him to owe Maxson even more, then the crocodile was not just desperate. He was psychotic. And obsessed. The fact that he was willing to end the life of someone that had touched him, knowing what that would do to his political career as the Warden –

[i]Would it do anything?[/i]

Maybe…maybe not. If it was just kept to the prison, if it was an inmate that happened to die that was responsible for the sort of things that Shock Treatment was responsible for, then who would care? Who would be that bothered if someone like that just…died?

Nobody.

That was the answer, literally nobody. They’d shrug, some would say that it was a pity that someone died without getting the chance to be rehabilitated, and the rest of the world would just say that it was what they deserved.

And they’d move on, forgetting about it within a month.

[i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]

“Well, I think that silence is a good enough answer for me. He lives…for now. But if he touches you after I’ve claimed you…”

The crocodile rubbed him between his legs again, and those scaly fingers nudged right against his core, nearly sliding inside right then and there. An unwanted pleasure from the continued throb and hum in the air made him wetter and wetter, and he tried not to think about how encouraging that would be to the Warden…or how good sex would feel when it started. Because it was going to happen; it was just a matter of when the crocodile lost patience.

“With how wet you are, I imagine that your womb is quite…fertile, already. Of course, there’s little chance that someone with my DNA and someone with yours would be able to produce a child, heh. Not yet, at least. Not without significant modifications. But as you said before…the chance to try before I buy…It is not without an appeal, I would say, and with how much you’re dripping, it’s quite clear that your body, at the very least, desires what I can give it. That heat…that slickness…Heh. There is quite the appeal to you equines, isn’t there? Built for breeding, built for rutting, and you have the best of both.”

[i]Stop talking…please…for the love of all that is good…stop talking…[/i]

The finger came free with a wet slurp, and the crocodile at on the side of the bed. He kept looking down at Horus, and the stallion kept up the glassy-eyed stare, trying to look as harmless and stupid and helpless as possible. It wasn’t that hard of an act to keep up; it was mostly true at that point.

“Mmm, I think I’ll enjoy you quite a bit. And I’ll even be nice…”

Maxson waved his hand again. The remote solidified a bit more, and he waved it beneath the horse’s balls. The cuff that held back his orgasms clicked, and it came loose, letting his balls sag down just a little bit further. Not much, considering that they had been drained, but enough.

“Most of the time, we leave our Solitary inmates completely cuffed, pent-up and having to beg for the chance to be drained. It’s not so pleasurable for them, of course, but that’s part of the reason that they’re in prison. They have to learn their lesson, to control themselves, to be better parts of society than just beasts that rut.

“But you…I think that you’ve earned the chance to let your cock free while I fuck you.”

The crocodile unzipped his pants. There wasn’t as huge a cock as he had thought, but it was still bigger than Shock Treatment’s. He watched as the rotund crocodile slid between his legs, lifting them up and pushing them back as if he was some girl in a brothel somewhere, showing off for the client.

“Mmmm, slick as could be. We milked out all that male juice from you, but I wonder how much you can still squirt from here.”

That cock – he guessed it was around nine inches, maybe ten – slid along his pussy, almost sliding in one, two, three times before finally getting the right angle and – squelch. It was inside, sliding deep right from the start, and the crocodile warden groaned as he buried his dick to the balls.

“Mmmmph, that’s what I needed…you’re so slippery, and so warm…and not even broken yet…”

He’d healed from General Victorious and Shock Treatment, then; he’d half-wondered if he would. And at the same time…

Thrust.

Squelch.

Thrust.

Squelch.

The Warden hammered at him, and he realized that he barely felt anything. Not in the way that he didn’t feel the crocodile’s cock – it was big enough that it spread him and he felt the friction, yes – but there was no pleasure. Not enough, at the very least, no more than a vague tingle between his legs. And as he looked at the man who ran the prison, as he watched the crocodile’s lips twist in an expression of glee and near-sadism, he couldn’t help but think of the villains.

He thought of the bull, pinning him to the wall and using him like a mare, making him feel that corruptive power that rushed through him and made him want to submit to someone that could ruin him so well.

He thought of the opossum, of the way that the poor little guy wanted him to be safe and good, and thought he was doing him a favor, and the little cuddles of the small guy at the end of their session.

He thought of the raven, of the genuine submission that he had offered to the bird, and the way that he had been made more and more aware of the fucked-up state of the world by looking at it through Dark Storm’s perspective.

And he thought of Mafia, and the thick tongue that had pummeled his pussy, and how it would have felt to have that under his tail.

Compared to all that, the Warden’s cock did [i]nothing[/i] for him, and he had to fake the pleasures of someone that was drugged to the gills to keep from arousing suspicion that he might not be as broken as he was. He stared at the ceiling, letting out the occasional moan, clenching down with his pussy around the decent-sized cock pummeling at his insides, and…and endured it, he supposed. It was the only way that he could think to describe it as it went in, out, in, out, in, and then…

It stayed in.

The pulsing warmth that followed was familiar now, and he just let out a faked, shaky moan as he pretended to cum for the Warden. The big man shivered over him, groaning and huffing, and held himself balls-deep for the whole of his climax. The pulsing, the twitching, everything just felt…wrong, despite this being the gentlest rut of his entire time in the prison. It wasn’t kindness, but it was softness, and…

And he didn’t like it.

“Mmmph…that was good.” The Warden chuckled. “I’ll have to come back for another try later. See you in…hmmm, two more hours should be long enough…”

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

Summary: Horus ends up getting raped and taken to Solitary, and finds out that it’s one more fucked-up bit of the prison.

Tags: H/M, Vaginal, Breeding, E-Stim, Attempts to Breed, Stallion, Crocodile, Opossum, Abuse, Torture, Mind Control, Corruption, Drained, Dripping, Cum, Orgasm, Toys, Guards, Prison, Superheroes, Series,