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TWO

Yntemid leaned his shoulders back against the railing overlooking the prison's mess hall, using his small stature to full advantage. He was short enough that even standing, all but the tips of his ears were out of line of sight to anyone in another part of the dining area or its balcony. The ferret yawned, rubbing at his eye with a knuckle.

Thanks to Yntemid's position, Archie didn't notice the ferret when he first stepped out of the facility's elevator, only after he wandered a little further into the cellblock. His eyes then moved to the inmate, and he chuckled slightly as he started to saunter up to the tiny male, extending a paw to run it over the top of the railing as he did so, a glint of wickedness in his eyes as he approached.

The ferret was less alert than usual. Though his ears swiveled toward Archie's approach, he didn't seem to truly notice the rat at first. The ferret stretched his arms up with his paws behind his head, arching his back with a quiet pop, and nearly jumped out of his pelt when he finally glanced over and saw the familiar black suit in the corner of his vision. He yelped when his reaction made his head clang back against the railing behind him.

Archie laughed, pleased at that little reaction, his ears twitching at the clang of head against metal. "Poor thing," he said, stepping forward again to close the rest of the distance between himself and the inmate, lifting his paw to try and reach for that head where it was hit, to rub lightly over it, the rat's serpentine tail swaying slowly behind him.

Yntemid knew better than to shy away from the rat's paw, but it took a visible effort. He glared up at Archie, ears folded back with a slight flinch when the guard's palm rubbed over the sore spot on the ferret's head. "What brings you down to the mess hall today, sir?" There was not a trace of hostility or sarcasm in his voice, but that steady glare put the lie to any warmth the question might have had.

The guard met that glare with an unrelenting look of amusement and pleasure. Smiling wide at the question, he moved his paw down from the inmate's head to stroke over his sides and come to rest on his waist, giving it a quick but firm squeeze before resting his paw there, rubbing lightly up and down over the ferret's side. "Well, I am a guard. It is sort of my job to patrol around down here."

Yntemid started to grab at the rat's wrist, but his paws stopped a few inches from the other's arm before dropping back to his sides. He shivered, but let the rat feel over his waist without further protest, his fur a soft barrier over a lithely toned frame. "Of course. Just making the rounds, then." He looked pointedly down at the paw on his side, then back up to Archie's face, a masked eyebrow lifted.

The rat's other paw lowered down to the other side of the ferret, slipping downward as well to come to a rest on the inmate's waist. The rat took a moment to squeeze over that plump ass through the ferret's shorts, drawing a blush from the little male. Yntemid was unable to stop a slight upward twitch of his tail, and this time his fingers did wrap around the guard's wrists, though he still didn't try to push Archie away.

"Of course," Archie responded. "Just doing my job as a guard. For example..." He leaned down and looked closely at the inmate, an eyebrow raised. "Interesting uniform you've got there! I don't seem to remember those being among the approved list of Black Gazza Inmate Uniforms."

The ferret looked down over his unusual "uniform" with a grimace. It was similar to the black outfits the rest of the inmates were forced to wear, but lacked the colored stripe the rest of them had running down one side. "They must've been out of half-sized uniforms when they let me out of isolation. These were waiting for me on a bench when my cell door opened, so I figured it'd be better than nothing." He shrugged a shoulder. The outfit might have been a long-outdated version of the station's prison uniform. It was fairly threadbare, tears here and there letting tufts of fur poke through.

Archie looked the inmate up and down, a skeptical look on his face, a doubting eyebrow scrutinizing the ferret. "Is that so?" he asked, leaning backwards a little, silent as he considered it. Then he shrugged, and was back to his smiling. "All right. I'm gonna believe you. Honestly, though? Only because I very much enjoy the way your ass looks in those shorts." He stepped forward once more, slipping a paw upward and out of the ferret's grip to bring a finger up to scratch lightly under the inmate's muzzle.

Yntemid didn't try to hold the rat's arms down; once the rat's paw moved away from his hip, the ferret let it go, his paw bunching up a fistful of his uniform top instead. He lifted his muzzle, eyes narrowing, and had to draw in a deep breath through his nose to keep a pleased chirr from escaping him. His frown deepened, and he let go of the fabric in his paw to cross his arms in front of his chest. "That's very...generous of you."

"I know," Archie said with a chuckle. "I am a generous rat after all. One of the most reasonable guards you'll probably interact with in here." He continued to scritch over that muzzle, moving his fingers up to scratch and pet over the ferret's cheeks.

Yntemid let his eyes drift shut, and actually pressed the side of his face lightly into the guard's palm. His ears perked up, though, when Archie again moved that paw down to the little male's waist, gripped him tightly with both paws, and pulled up to lift him clean off the ground.

"So, how is my little rape magnet feeling today, anyway?" the rat asked, a crooning, affectionate, soft tone, despite the words.

Legs and tail dangling beneath him, the ferret opened his eyes again, his angry glare returning. For an answer, he just lashed out suddenly with a foot, aiming a kick at the rat's midsection. Archie let out a little grunt and stumbled back a little, a bit of surprise coming into his eyes. There was a fair amount of strength in the strike; the ferret had been spending more time at the punching bag in the yard.

Archie let go of the inmate, dropping him back down to the ground and locking his eyes on the little male. With a couple of strides' distance between them, now, the rat paced back and forth slightly, his eyes staying on the inmate as he seemed to ponder this turn of events, rubbing a bit at his midsection where he had been hit.

Yntemid looked even more surprised at being dropped than the rat, stumbling a bit when he landed, but quickly regaining his balance. He stood half crouched, watching Archie warily and ready to bolt. Or at least, that's what it looked like at first. There was a different glint in the ferret's eyes, though, and for just an instant one corner of his muzzle seemed to try to curl upward. That might have been a trick of the light. An instant later, he launched himself at the rat, jumping to the height of the guard's chest and lashing out with both feet in the same flying kick Archie had taught him in their last encounter.

Archie was watching, the rat's own stance changing as well, getting into a prepared pose. So, when the jump kick came, he was ready and jerked his body to one side, so the legs extended past him. He reacted automatically, bringing an arm up and folding it, to extend his elbow. Then he went down to one knee and, in the same motion, moved to bring the elbow down against the ferrets body while he was in mid-air.

The ferret tried to twist himself in midair to avoid the rat's elbow, but airborn momentum wasn't something that flexibility could easily correct. The ferret took the guard's elbow in his chest, that alone enough to wind him, but the knee rising into his back kept him from drawing in another breath to replace the one that was knocked from him. He bounced over the floor, sprawling out on his side and curling into a fetal position. Remarkably, no ribs were broken, but it took him several tries to get his lungs working again, only to let out a cough and a pained cry.

Archie paced back and forth over the ferret for a moment longer before he leaned down toward the inmate and moved to begin stripping the smaller male's clothes off of him before he could recover. The inmate cried out again when his arms were lifted to slip his top off over them, breaths coming in shallow gasps and coughs, but he did nothing to fight off the rat this time, aside from his body's natural inclination to curl in on itself after those blows. He was too stunned to shake the rat off, his shorts quickly following.

"The execution of the attack was good," Archie said. "I can tell your force is improving just from the hit that landed, and it was quite fast. But it was also predictable. That was a move I had shown you, and I had time to brace myself before you launched it." As the rat spoke and stripped the ferret, he pulled out that familiar pair of leather cuffs, but the ferret didn't even try to pull his arms free.

The guard chuckled and pulled both of the ferret's arms behind his back to meet with each other and link them together, and Yntemid gave a token squirm, just enough to show that he wasn't happy with the situation. "To be honest," Archie said, "I was considering whether I actually wanted to attack you back after you struck me." He locked the latches on the cuffs and leaned his head down close to one of the inmate's ears. "You are quite an adorable little critter, and, to be honest, violence against cute things isn't something that interests me." He paused for a moment. "At least, not in that particular way, with the fighting and striking." The rat reached down to grab at the inmate's naked legs. "But, I just reacted without thinking, so I suppose that was that decision made."

Yntemid tried to pull back with one of his legs, but there wasn't nearly as much strength as there had been in the ferret's earlier kick. It left him huffing for breath on his side, and he finally went limp after one more squirm, legs relaxing cooperatively. He coughed again, his voice an uncomfortable, shallow murmur. "I'm not a very big fan of your instincts right now."

Archie took a good hold of the ferret's leg and reached into his suit with his other paw. Then he stopped and, after a moment's consideration, brought it back out with nothing in his grasp. He changed his grip to hold the inmate around the waist a little more firmly and pulled, to toss the small male up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. "I would imagine not," he said, not sounding particularly strained from the lifting, either. "But, really, they're just the pretty standard instincts most creatures are granted."

Yntemid grunted, staring down at Archie's tail and thumping his knee--lightly--against the rat's upper chest. "Right," he grumbled. "Self-preservation instinct. Can't blame someone for keeping that intact." He wriggled around a bit more, wincing thanks to his weight resting over the bruised spot on his chest. He was careful not to squirm enough to threaten the rat's grip on him, though; with his hands behind his back, it was unlikely he'd be able to land gracefully if he fell.

The guard didn't carry the inmate very far, hauling him down to the ground floor of the cellblock and toward one of the tables, the one currently empty of clutter. He stopped in front of it and placed the ferret down on his back, so the inmate's weight was pressing down on his arms, and his legs were hanging off the side of it. Yntemid grunted again, and the rat then moved his paws down to grip at those legs, taking a firm grip of them so he could lift them straight up in the air.

The ferret's legs were already tucking together to try to hide his more intimate parts from view. He didn't resist when the rat tugged his ankles up, though, merely blushing at the very provocative view the position gave the guard. With his thighs pressed together, the ferret's rump cheeks concealed the vulnerable spot underneath his tail past the curved, vertical crease between them, and he hastened to hide even that much by curling his tail up and over his round bottom.

Archie chuckled at that view, taking a moment to have a look at it and seeming amused by the way the inmate tried to cover himself. But then he changed the position. Rather than just holding those legs straight upwards into the air, he brought them even further forward, pushing them down more and more toward the inmate's head, and Yntemid let out a questioning whine, the tension in his legs growing the farther up his body the rat pushes them. It was never enough strain for the ferret to make more than a discomforted whimper, though, his balls and sheath slipping into view between his uplifted thighs. "I hear you ferrets are quite flexible," Archie said, the rat bringing the inmate's legs level with, then even underneath his own head. First the ferret's nose peeked between his ankles in Archie's grasp, grimacing as the ferret's toes touched the table past his ears. His rump was lifted dramatically off the metal surface, now, the inmate's back curling to permit the awkward position, and he couldn't quite keep his tail up over his exposed rump. Archie was at least considerate enough to force the stretch slowly, ready to stop in case it looked like it was getting too strained and something might tear, but nothing ever did.

The rat pitched an insta-tent in his trousers as he looked down at the sight on the table. The tiny inmate, made to look even tinier as he was folded in half. The most substantial part of him on full display for the rat, who leaned his hips forwards and ground his restrained erection fiercely against that part. The rat shifted his grip to try and hold both legs in position with the one paw, wrapping his fingers around both ankles as he pulled out a second pair of cuffs, growling lustily as his eyes drank in every moment. "Mmnh, fuck, look at that! So flexible, so tiny, such an ass." His tail twitched behind him and he drew in a deep breath. "Honestly, little rapebait, I wouldn't care too much about your surroundings if I were you. With a body like yours, you were destined to take significant amounts of cock, no matter where you ended up." There was no sweetness in the rat's voice this time, but it wasn't mocking, either, just pure lust as he reached forward to bring that other pair of cuffs up.

Yntemid swished his tail fitfully, the appendage thumping against Archie's thighs. The ferret squirmed uncomfortably from the rat's clothed lap rubbing up against his bottom, but every movement from the little inmate just made his thighs squeeze around his sack, the fuzzy pouch bulging between them, or pushed himself more firmly against the guard bending him double. His ears went crimson at Archie's observation, the double edged compliment flustering the ferret even though he knew exactly what he was in for. "This is just...what we look like," he grunted. He watched the rat's face from between his ankles with a worried frown. "In my family, I was the butch, masculine one."

With an interested look, Archie started to wrap the cuffs around the inmate's legs. "Really now?" He lowered the cuffs a bit further down towards the knees than just at the ankles, making it harder for the ferret to just duck his head under the cuffs and pulling them nice and tight so that they didn't slide up toward the ankles, either, once they were affixed. He looped the latches of the cuffs around the back of the inmate, so that the ferret's own weight would keep them pinned under him, and thus keep his legs locked up like that. It drew a wince from the ferret, along with another tense squirm that jostled his entire, fully trussed body. He was bent far enough that his knees were now touching the table to either side of his face, as well, his bound lower legs hugging around his cheeks.

"I've got some money now," Archie went on. "Maybe I should track down your family, pay to slap a collar on a couple more of them." The rat's grin was wicked as he considered this, letting go of the ferret to open his fly and let his cock spring out, which throbbed eagerly as it slapped against the inmate's ass. "Start myself a little collection. A whole family of ferrets wrapped around rat cock."

Yntemid's ears lay back, and he somehow managed a stern glare up between his thighs at Archie's face. "Don't even think about it. My home world's protected by so many anti-slavery laws, even you couldn't get past the red tape." That was an outright lie, of course. There were plenty of records of the ferret's home planet, and his species was frequently hunted by slavers and wealthy hobbyists. The threat to his family, though, was enough of a distraction that he didn't even notice the rat erection pulsing against his soft hindquarters.

Archie considered that as he got his lube, opened it up and squeezed a good amount of it out and onto his cock. He flicked it shut and tucked it back away again as he thought a moment longer before giving a little nod. "You're right, that is a stupid idea," he said, bringing his paw down to his cock and spreading the lube all over himself, getting it nice and slick before wiping the paw clean...ish. On the ferret's fur. The inmate shivered, the slick lube making a dark splotch in his fur next to one of his hips' natural spots, the liquid cold when it drizzled as far as his skin. "Why keep paying to bring them into Black Gazza where anyone could have a crack at them, when I could just buy them outright and own them privately." He smirked as he brought those paws down to the ferret's waist, gripped it tightly, brought his cock to line up with that little tailhole.

The inmate's ears folded back farther, and he snarled, looking more comical than dangerous with his nose peeking up between his doubled-up legs. "You can't--" His voice turned into a high pitched yelp, though, when the rat pushed, hard, up into him, his ears going straight up as his tailstar was abruptly punctured. He was still tight, his body recovering quickly from the rat's last bout with him, but not so tight that he could resist the firm shove of Archie's hips. His head thumped back against the table, eyes screwing shut, and when he opened them again, there was a look of pleading in his expression. "Y-you don't need...to buy up any other ferrets. W...why spend more money when--nnf--you can have one for...free...?"

Archie let out a dark little chuckle. "Oh, money is no object," he said, grinding himself into the inmate about halfway before pulling back to the tip and thrusting back in, the rat forcing himself in just a little bit deeper with each pump than the one before. "And all the videos and pictures of you and your brother kissing each other around my cock; you and your family tied up and leaking cum; your sister and your mother swollen with pups..." It was about here that he hilted himself in the ferret, his cock throbbing and leaking pre fairly steadily into the inmate. "...Would make for amazing memories." He smirked, holding himself there, at the base, for the moment. "Not that I need the money, but maybe it would be fun to see how popular they'd get."

Yntemid shook his head as much as he was able, which was little more than a couple inches from side to side. "You c-can't," he said again. "They're...they're all dead. Killed in a cave-in." There was no need to peruse any records to tell he was lying this time; his eyes were flicking across the ceiling made by the balcony above as if looking for a believable story. All he was able to get out with Archie keeping himself hilted fully inside him, though, was a squeaking wheeze. In the ferret's lower abdomen, just above his plumping sheath, the rat's tip was pitching a subtle, living tent, a round bump grinding up from underneath the ferret's fur thanks to angle of Archie's shaft and the inmate's doubled-up position.

Letting out a low hum-groan of pleasure, Archie took a moment to enjoy the little bulge in the inmate, eyes lidded and cock throbbing. "Mmm, what a shame," he said, not bothering to put any genuine sign of acceptance of that statement in his voice, just giving the inmate the tiny little dangled hope of the words themselves. The guard started his motions again, this time pulling back to the tip and thrusting in to the hilt with every single pump inside of the ferret, the rat using his length quite skillfully, pumping every inch of it back and forth without once slipping fully out of the smaller male, nor humping in too quickly. It was a bit of a sign of his extensive experience with sort of thing, his eyes watching the bulge in the ferret move as he considered the option of actually tracking down and enslaving his family, something he had originally just brought up to torment the tiny male a little.

Yntemid rested his head back against the table again, ears flicking against his inner calves. He gripped the table's edge with his bound paws behind his back, using that slight leverage to hold himself in as comfortable a position as he could. Despite himself, the ferret's sheath twitched each time Archie's shaft burrowed behind it, a dot of pink peeking from its fluff and gradually throbbing its way into the open, the snug bed of fluff formed by his squeezing thighs only coaxing it out all the faster. He did his best to ignore his arousal, but couldn't stop a few awkward humps of his own stretched hips.

Archie chuckled as he watched the inmate, breathing steadily, undoing the front of his suit jacket to let it hang open, tail starting to sway steadily back and forth behind him as he spread that plump rump open around his cock again and again, slowly building his arousal up more every time. "Mmmn, see? Such a good little rape magnet like you knows your place, even if you keep denying it. Even to yourself." His pace started to speed up at a fairly exponential pace, starting slow, but getting a little faster and a little harder with each pump. "Y'know, if you're a good boy and accept your rapings, you might get to spend some time on a nice, comfy barracks bed. Maybe get an entire night with a cock inside you."

Clutching hard at the edge of the table, his blunted toe claws scraping at the metal above his head, Yntemid panted, "L-lucky me..." The escalating pace urged his modest penis farther out from his sheath with each hilting thrust. The thumps of Archie's trousers smacking up against the ferret's rump echoed in the mess hall, and the ferret's ears turned crimson when he finally noticed the occasional footstep coming or going from the nearby kitchen. The lack of privacy did nothing to stem his arousal, though; he just hugged his knees around his cheeks to hide his face as much as possible, trying to ignore the pre starting to pool in his navel underneath the tip of his erection.

"I know, right?" Archie said with a smirk, willfully ignoring the other's sarcasm, before adding, "Maybe I'd even go as far as to fuck an orgasm out of you, so you don't have to fall back on jacking it to thoughts of my cock in you." The rat's paws were quite close to--occasionally even brushing, but never really properly touching--the inmate's little shaft, teasing over it more and more, as the guard changed his thrusts slightly to find the perfect angle of penetration and pound himself against the ferret's prostate. His body slapped audibly against the ferret's, but the sounds were slightly dulled due to the fabric between them. He undid the front of his shirt, as well, letting it hang open as he started to breath hard.

Yntemid whimpered, his lower body squirming with a mind of its own, wriggling from side to side in an effort to get more than the occasional touch from the rat's paw. It didn't look like the ferret was aware of what he was doing, his head still lolling up toward the wall behind him, half buried between his knees. More pre beaded at his tip, his rump bouncing in subtle waves and his sack jostling with each thump from the rat's lap. The ferret's insides squeezed around Archie's shaft, not quite enough to hamper the guard's thrusts, only increasing the burning friction of the inmate's heated body.

Archie kept his senses trained quite firmly on the inmate, not just for the pleasure of watching all thought slowly be fucked out of him, but also to try and gauge how close to climax he was, his own breathing still quite heavy. The rat's ears twitched at the growing, lewd sound of slick wetness, his constant pre having mixed with the lube to make the ferret's tight little hole easier to pump in and out of. He grunted, his jaw clenched, no more words coming from him at the moment as he just concentrated, muscles tensing more and more.

Keeping his eyes shut, the ferret bared his teeth in a pleasured snarl. There was no doubt about it now; the ferret's paws were using his grip on the table's edge to push his haunches up into the rat's thrusts, matching Archie lunge for lunge. His grunts and muffled shouts lost any trace of reluctance, a different desperation driving the inmate now. It was clear he wasn't far from his peak, his balls drawing tight between his soft thighs. It took somewhat longer this time than before, but eventually the ferret couldn't take any more, and he barked out a loud, high pitched shout, the first gush of his orgasm spewing out of his slender shaft and splashing over his chest. Yntemid gasped, everything south of his shoulders lifting off the table to push his skewered ass into the guard's groin.

Archie squeaked, seeing that he had gone just a bit too far, having intended to torment the inmate a little more by leaving him hovering on the edge. Still, it was a delicate balance and the rat didn't mind too much. The ferret's orgasm didn't last terribly long, perhaps half a dozen strong spurts landing on his chest, thighs, and face before it calmed to a few last slow, drooling throbs, but it was enough to make his insides quake and ripple around the rat's erection.

The guard certainly took advantage of that clenching rear to slam himself in and out, hard and fast, moaning at the tightness around his cock. It was only a few more thrusts, which only now, finally, broke down in pace and stability into faster, harder, breeding humps. Soon, the rat slammed his hips right against that ass and held them there as his cock twitched and he let out his generous load of warm rat cum, right into the inmate, filling him up quite nicely in steady spurts.

By that time, the ferret had fallen limp into a reluctant afterglow, his rump relaxing its grip just enough to give easy passage to the last of the rat's final, frantic lunges. The ferret just let out a low chirr when he felt the liquid heat spurting inside of him, that small bulge above his sheath making his softening member droop to one side along the slope of his abdomen.

Archie held himself there inside of the inmate for quite a while, his hips jerkling against that rear as his cum finally slowed down to a trickle, then stopped. The guard was hunched forward over the ferret, with one paw pressed flat against the tabletop by this point, breathing heavily. He straightened up slightly, enjoying the sight of the inmate, freshly fucked and still impaled on cock. Yntemid met the guard's satisfied gaze briefly before turning his head to the side, hiding half of his face behind his shin. Slowly, Archie gripped the inmate firmly and started to pull himself out, slipping free.

The ferret started to let out a wordless protest, both from the abrupt emptiness underneath his tail, and because now that the act was finished, the little ferret didn't want to have to admit how he'd reacted to the rough treatment. He slumped over the table, still bound snugly with his legs behind his head, a web of his own cum smeared between his muzzle and his knee.

Heaving a happy little sigh, Archie reached into his suit to produce a tissue and wipe himself down. He leaned forward and petted over the top of the ferret's head, the rat's cock slowly softening. He scratched behind one of those ears and rubbed lightly over it. "Who's a good boy, then?" he asked, his tone sweet and crooning.

Yntemid caught himself tilting his head into the rat's palm, much like before, and tensed up with a frown. He scowled up at the rat from between his thighs, a sloppy and used mess with Archie's semen leaking from his tender, resealed pucker to dribble down the sides of his tail. He gulped, but managed a half convincing, "Bite me."

Archie raised an eyebrow at that as he tucked his cock slowly back away inside of his trousers and rezipped his fly up. He reached down and picked up the ferret's long tail, drawing his fingers through the fur and bringing it upwards towards his muzzle. "If you insist," he said, and the ferret swiveled his ears forward, eyes opening wider. Still dazed from the intense rutting, it took him a moment to fully figure out what the rat meant, and by then it was too late to hope to jerk his tail out of harm's way. Archie opened his mouth up and bit down on that tail hard. Hard enough that he tasted blood in his mouth.

The little inmate let out a pained shout, writhing on the table and tugging his tail against the hold of the rat's paws and teeth. The rat let the tail fall from his mouth, then reached forward, under the inmate, to start to undo the cuffs holding his arms and legs in place under him, moving to fold the cuffs in on themselves and tuck them back away inside of his suit.

Yntemid cringed, his tail flopping down and thumping against one of the benches. He took his time righting himself once his bindings were released, very slowly pulling his legs down from over his head, pushing himself toward the center of the table so that he didn't simply topple off the edge.

The guard smirked and lifted a paw to his forehead, flicking a finger from it towards the inmate. "Don't go getting those tables any messier than they already are, now," he said as he turned around and started to take his leave. "It's not the staff that has to clean them, after all."

Yntemid eased himself down to the floor, grimacing when he realized just how much of his own cum is covering the table in little puddles and splashes. He gingerly made his way toward the kitchen and its wash cloths after a resentful glance at Archie's back, barely noticing the thick fluids still drooling down his naked inner thighs.