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[b][u][center]The Prison Beneath The Waves[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Part 1[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Mizzukat[/center][/u][/b]

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

The secondary submersible jerked as it was jettisoned from the main body of the primary submarine, the sudden thump nearly enough to knock Michael off his seat and onto the floor. Only the arm-binders behind his back linked to the wall kept him from flying free, and it came with the cost of nearly wrenching his arms out of their sockets. He grunted, hissing through his teeth as he shook his head.

“Fucking assholes…”

He looked back. The transparent wall already showed the other, larger submarine fading into the distance, rising towards the surface and leaving him descending further towards the depths. No other prisoner transfers today, apparently.

The longer he stared, the harder it was to ignore his own reflection in the glass. Six-foot nothing and reasonably fit, he filled out the tight, white prison uniform with ease, and the pressure of the binders behind his back made it impossible not to notice his muscles. Dirty blonde hair that hadn’t seen a comb in a week was all kinds of raggedy, and his usually smooth face was just barely showing stubble. Not much, but some.

He shook his head, forcing himself to look the other way. The secondary submersible had been aimed at a diagonal, shooting down towards the maximum-security prison that was his fate for his little crimes. Little crimes, hardly that much in the way of victims. And if they were bothered by what he’d stolen, well, they should have protected their stuff better.

Michael stared into the dark abyss that was the ocean depths. They were so deep that the light from the surface was long gone, and without the spotlights of the primary sub, all he could do was stare into the black. The occasional bit of sand-debris that rose from the bottom of the ocean was all that he could make out, and even that was only visible due to the lights inside the sub.

It was hard to believe that there was anything down here. It was easier to believe that they’d just dumped him like they had so many other criminals, that this was the place where the government just performed impromptu executions. Not like many of them came back from this sort of sentence.

Just when he was about to give up on the existence of Blue-Cell Prison, another set of spotlights engaged, coming from hundreds of meters below him. The human leaned away from the descending side of the submarine, tilting his head away from the light to keep from being blinded, only to feel the sub jolt again, and again. Each time, it slowed down a little more.

Michael ran through what he had been told. The process of being sent to Blue-Cell was an extensive one. The prisoner was taken down to the deep chasms of the ocean, only to be fired out of the submarine that had brought them there, aimed towards a specific, undisclosed set of coordinates. From there, the jettisoned, one-use pod would be softened on its way in, buffered by magnetic blasts to slow it down and redirect it until –

Thump!

The last bang came with a screech right on its heels, and it threw him forward. He nearly screamed as his arms were twisted backwards, one of them all but popped out of its socket, and the other right behind it. Even as the pod came to a stop, the water around him was already getting drained away.

[i]Airlock,[/i] he thought. [i]Landed in an airlock.[/i]

Which meant he was alive, at least for now. He shook his head, forcing himself back against the seat, taking some of the pressure off his bound arms as the water faded around him. The walls were some sort of deep blue metal, and shined to a painful level, where everything reflected back at him.

The wall that the pod faced opened up, and a dolphin in a red-green security uniform stepped out. He almost looked like he was wrapped in some sort of latex outfit, but Michael guessed that it was some sort of nanite material, something meant to keep the wearer safer than mere cloth ever could.

The expected key never materialized. Instead, the dolphin pressed one hand to the outside of the pod, and the transparent material on one side just fell off. Michael’s eyes bugged out as he realized how close he had been to instant depressurization at any time.

“Well?” The dolphin chuckled. “Come on. You’re still due for processing.”

“…I…you…”

“Michael Hunter, yes?”

He nodded wordlessly.

“Come on, why aren’t – ah, fuck. They tied you up good.”

The dolphin stepped into the pod. There wasn’t much room; the tube was little bigger than four feet across, if that, and most of that was taken up by the restraint seats. He reached toward the back of the arm binders, and Michael had a moment to look at the dolphin’s name badge on his chest: Whitman.

“So, Mr. Hunter, what are you in for?” the dolphin asked while he worked the binding.

“Theft.”

“Heh, nobody gets kicked down here for that.”

“Theft of two hundred million.”

“Now [i]that[/i] is a different kettle of fish,” the dolphin said, shaking his head. “Well, you piss off the right people, and you can kiss your life goodbye. Looks like that’s the truth no matter what age we live in.”

“Could always send me back,” Michael said.

“Yeah, not happening. Fresh meat down here gets watched hard. And besides, you’re not exactly hard on the eyes. You think it’s common for us to get a human down here?”

“Don’t even think of trying anything.”

“…Oh, and you got a [i]mouth[/i] on you.”

“Well –”

Crack.

Michael blinked, his head snapped back and nearly pressed against the pod wall. He slowly brought it back down again, his eyes wider than ever as he realized that he’d just been slapped.

“Did you just –”

Crack.

Another slap. He gasped, slowly shaking his head in disbelief as he brought his eyes back to the dolphin guard.

“Let’s make sure that you understand something, little human,” the officer said. “Down here, you are a prisoner. Here, you don’t get to have those ‘do you know who I am’ moments. Down here, there’s what you can claim out of the other people, and that’s all that you’re allowed. If you can’t grab it, you can’t expect it.

“And if you think that I’m not more than a little tempted by all that human meat, you’re damn wrong.”

“…”

“Now, come along.”

Michael ‘let’ himself be dragged along, pulled out of the pod and then from the airlock. The corridor outside was long and narrow, with cameras on all sides. One wall was the same blue metal as the airlock, while the other –

“Holy…”

He could see out into the watery world that surrounded them, the deep blue depths looming out as far as the eye could see. With the lights outside of the prison going dark again, the blackness surged, almost like it was trying to swallow the prison proper. The only light they had were the meager red lights that buzzed in their sockets against the metal wall, and the glass seemed all too weak to keep the darkness at bay.

Whitman didn’t let him slow down, either. The dolphin dragged him along by the arm-binders, keeping him moving. One step after another in complete silence, which only made the looming void of the deep dark seem all the more terrifying.

The corridor came to an end with a wall that had no seams to it, yet the dolphin tapped his thumb against some hidden panel and it opened. Michael groaned as he was dragged through, shaking his head.

“I might be a prisoner –”

“Are, Michael. You are a prisoner.”

“But I still have rights.”

“Heh, sure you do.”

“I swear –”

“Let’s get you out of that surface uniform.”

The arm-binders came off first, and then the rest of the uniform followed shortly afterward. Michael gritted his teeth as the white cotton came loose, stripping him down, leaving his shoulders, then chest, then –

“Oh, my. I guess the files weren’t kidding.”

The rest of the jumpsuit hit the floor, revealing why one part of the suit had been baggier than the rest. Michael did his best not to look down, and managed it. After all, he knew what was there, and what was not.

“A pussy-boi, huh?” Whitman said.

“I’m intersex,” Michael corrected. “And fuck you.”

“Heh, the things we could do with that.”

“Don’t you fucking – Nnngh!”

He hissed as one rubbery finger pushed past his sex, sliding into him without warning. He started to bunch his hand into a fist –

“Go ahead. Try it,” Whitman said, leaning in. “Right now, you’re at the bottom of the ocean in the biggest, most well-funded super-max prison in the world. If you want to try and throw a punch at one of the officers staffing it, that’s your choice, but do you really think that’s the smart thing to do?”

“…”

“That’s what I thought. Now just relax. Hell, lean over that table for a minute.”

The processing room was about what one might have expected in any prison, though with more advanced features. There was a clear exam table in the middle of the room, several floating trays for contraband, and a couple of injector arms hanging from the ceiling for anyone that was putting up too much of a fight.

[i]Going to my cell drugged would probably be a bad idea…[/i]

Against his will, Michael did as he was told. He leaned against the table, slowly pressing his chest down against it. He kept his arms as far forward as he could, knowing what was coming next.

“Mmmm, you humans really are something different,” Whitman said from just out of sight. “Hairier than cetaceans, but so much thinner coats than the mammal species. And so soft, comparatively.”

“…”

“Heh, you don’t like being talked about this way, do you?” Whitman said, and the dolphin’s hands returned, this time fondling Michael’s ass. “I guess it probably sounds a little demeaning. Then again, why would someone like you care? It’s not like you have anything that you can do about it.”

[i]When I get out of here…[/i]

He’d been sentenced to many years down here, but parole was still a thing – he hoped – and he might be able to get out on good behavior eventually. And when he did, he swore he was going to bring hell to this place. One way or another, he was going to –

“Ah!”

“Oh, calm down. It’s just a couple of fingers.”

A couple of fingers were still fucking him right then and there. He hissed against the table, biting his tongue and keeping the comments that he wanted to make to himself. Not a good time, not a good time to start mouthing off to the guard, even if this was more or less getting finger-raped at the moment.

In, out, in, out, the dolphin’s fingers different to his own by some way. They were like rubber, but warm, and they were going deep every time. Michael could feel his sex loosening up slightly, getting wetter more out of self-preservation than anything else, but –

“Oh, look at that. Getting good and wet already.”

“Fuck…you…”

“Oh, it’s tempting. We’ve heard how good human pussy is around here. And how it really doesn’t get the sort of bit dick that it should.”

“Nnngh…”

“But not yet.”

Three fingers. Three fingers inside of his pussy, thrusting away under some pretense of looking for contraband or illegal items. There was another finger rubbing against his asshole, the dolphin humming as if considering whether to put it in or not, but –

POP!

“NNNGH!”

No, no more decisions. It was in. And it was going in [i]deep.[/i] The lack of lube was already hitting him hard, leaving him shivering and his legs cramping from the pain of being opened up like this, and he gritted his teeth so tight that his jaws hurt.

“Nnngh…there’s…there’s nothing…”

“Gotta be thorough, human.”

“You – ah!”

He gasped as he felt the dolphin go from merely fingering his pussy to punching a fist right inside. His mouth hung open as shallow gasps for breath echoed through him, his eyes so wide that they felt like they could fall out of his sockets at any moment. His breath whooshed out of his mouth as the dolphin slowly opened his hand, humming and feeling, pressing, pushing around inside.

It was so much.

It was too much.

“Nnngh…nnnngh…GAH!”

He gasped as that hand finally came free, and his legs went limp. He all but flopped out over the table, wheezing for air as Whitman chuckled.

“Good for you. Nothing in either hole.”

“Could…could have…”

There was no air for him to mouth off with. He just laid there, whimpering and biting back the worst of the pain-sounds that wanted to come out. Oh, he knew that his body was all but wrecked from that, and he didn’t know what would happen to him later. All he knew was that his pussy was gaping and his asshole was burning.

“Well, you don’t have anything in you. Not yet, anyway. I think some of the inmates will solve that problem, though.”

“They…they…”

“You still think that you have any rights down here, human?”

“Nnngh…all…all prisoners have…”

“They put that on paper. They don’t actually mean it.”

Still shaking his head, he managed to put his feet under him again. He pushed back, slowly getting to his feet once more, and he turned in place, looking the dolphin in the eye.

“We…have…rights.”

“…You’re going to be one of those, aren’t you?” Whitman shook his head. “Alright. Come with me. Let me show you something.”

Weak as he was from the abrupt, rough fisting, Michael didn’t have it in him to resist being dragged around like a ragdoll. He allowed the dolphin to pull him out of processing and into the next corridor, and once more, he was face to face with the great black void that was the depth of the sea.

And this time, he was naked. He bit his lips as he realized that he was still exposed, turned to the guard –

Beep.

The loud buzz-beep filled the corridor a split second before the center of the window split. It opened, carrying with it a flood of seawater that slammed Michael against the wall and kept him there.

“Wait – what – what are you doing?!” he screamed.

Whitman did not answer. The dolphin just stood there, hands crossed behind his back as the seawater kept rising, getting heavier and heavier against the human’s chest. He screamed as he was soon covered up to the waist, feeling [i]things[/i] in the water around him, things that were too soft to be simple fish, and things that moved in the dark. He tried to move and failed, the pressure keeping him in place, the air around him crushing his chest and his head as much as the water was trying to crush him against the metal hull.

“Please…you can’t…you…”

He couldn’t breathe. Even before the water reached his face, he couldn’t breathe. His eyes were rolling back slowly, his mouth hanging open as the water flowed over him. The dolphin was just as soaked, but he didn’t look bothered.

He…

He was holding his breath.

He had air.

Michael didn’t.

The air pressure grew stronger and stronger, and then faded as the water pressure took its place. Michael’s eyes went wide, then went dark as they rolled back in their sockets. He fainted, carried away by the darkness.

#

He woke to something wrapped around his middle. And his legs. And his arms. Michael groaned under his breath, lifting himself from the floor –

And he stared at the ‘uniform’ that he’d been given. It was made of the same strange latex-like material that the dolphin wore, but his was cut out in the crotch and ass, leaving his holes exposed and him vulnerable.

“What the –”

“Take it as a lesson,” Whitman said.

He whipped his head up. They were still in the corridor, still alone, but now the dolphin seemed far more menacing than before. There was something to his presence that made him feel like…like he was less of a guard, and more of a hunter.

“Every room in Blue-Cell has a connection to the sea,” Whitman said. “If we ever had to, we could flood out the entire facility. We could drown every single one of you, and there’d be nothing that you could do to stop it. All of the guards are aquatic; we can hold our breath longer than you ever could, and by the time that we were ever in danger, you’d be long-gone.

“So, if you ever get the bright idea of trying to fight back, keep in mind. You’re in the middle of nowhere. You’re so far down below the surface that nothing short of another submarine could get you out of here before you died. And we can let in the sea and let it out at will.

“In short, there is nothing that you can do to fight back, so don’t even try. Do you understand me, Mr. Hunter?”

“…”

“I said, do you understand me?”

“…I understand,” Michael said.

“Good. Now, stand up.”

He did, and he had to fight himself to keep from reaching down to cover his crotch. Whitman just looked down, smirked, and shook his head.

“Oh, Jericho’s going to like you.”

“Cellmate?” was all that he could bring himself to say.

“Oh, yes. And one that you’re not ready for.”

He didn’t need to be told to come. When the dolphin started walking, he followed without having to be told.

They reached an elevator, and Michael realized that he was starting to understand how the tech and security in the prison worked. The Blue-Metal must have been charged with something, and the uniforms, combined with some sort of biometric data, was what allowed the guards to access the different parts of the prison. It was not a bad idea, particularly when they could use the water to wash out a corridor and clear any stray DNA from it that might interfere with the reading.

Down they went, and as they did, Michael felt his hopes of this being a short stay fading. Blue-Cell had a terrifying reputation in the world above, but he had always hoped that it was a little more overblown than it really was.

But…deep down, he’d known the truth. This was where the prisoners that the rest of the world hated were sent. This was where they sent those that offended those on high. This was where those that needed to disappear were sent, where there could be no risk of them escaping and terrorizing the rest of the world.

[i]And here I am. If I was going to get sent here, I should have stolen more…[/i]

But here he was, a simple white-collar thief that had fucked with some rich man’s stock funds. The money was gone; if it hadn’t been, perhaps he might have been able to lessen his sentence, but no chance of that now.

[i]Fuck…fuck…[/i]

They must have gone down another hundred meters, and the blackness outside the prison menaced him. They were so far down that it was impossible not to imagine what would happen if the walls buckled, and the thought was not a pretty picture.

The elevator opened onto a security door, and beyond that security door was a large dorm which was surrounded by smaller cells. The common room between the different cells was filled with prisoners ‘dressed’ like him, most of them in dark latex and most of them with their groins exposed. He bit his lips as he realized that he was going to stand out almost immediately, and not for a good reason.

“Hey!” Whitman slapped his hand against the security gate. “All prisoners to their cells, now.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Serious here, Montague! Get back to your cells, or I open the walls.”

The threat worked. The various prisoners on the other side dispersed, each going to one or another cell. The dolphin pressed the wall just off to the side from the door panel, and the cells were covered with some sort of dark material, something that looked almost like what he was wearing.

[i]Multi-function material, apparently,[/i] Michael thought.

Then the door opened, and they were through. He followed quickly, not wanting to think of what’d happen if the whole group got their hands on him.

Whitman led him to the cell on the far side, the dolphin spreading the black ooze with nothing more than a touch. On the other side, seen through a small window-gap in the ooze, was the biggest rhino that Michael had ever seen.

The prisoner was in the same black-ooze suit that he had, though the rhino’s dick was out and showing…quite a lot of flesh. A full twelve inches hung down from that eight-foot frame, and he shivered as he saw the big guy turn toward the black wall. He looked like the sort of person that could batter down a wall and leap right into the sea, and with all those muscles, it gave him the impression of someone that could survive the crushing pressure out there.

This man? He looked like he was here because he chose to be in the cell, not because he had to be. He was here, not because he couldn’t escape, but because he had more fun fucking with people in Blue-Cell.

“This the new meat, Whitman?” the rhino asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Yep, the special one I mentioned.”

“Heh, unspoiled?”

“Other than a bath, yeah.”

“Good…I wouldn’t want to be double-dipping after your slimy little prick.”

“Double-dipping…” Michael’s eyes went wide. “You can’t – I’m here to serve a sentence. If he tries to – you’re supposed to protect the inmates, you shit!”

“Heh, we’re just supposed to keep you from escaping,” Whitman said, shaking his head. “And that’s the long and short of it.”

“You fuck!”

“Whitman.”

Jericho’s voice was just low enough to undercut both of theirs, and the dolphin stiffened up, shivering as he reached for the door control. Michael had half a mind to try and stop him, but if he was going to do it, he waited too long. The black ooze came down, and the rhino stepped out.

Now that he was free of the cell, he looked even bigger than he did inside. He loomed, eight feet of pure muscle and scarred tissue looking down at the human. Michael gulped, taking a step back, his mind racing as he stared at the massive criminal before him. Even thinking of resisting had him cringing from head to toe as he imagined the beating that would follow, and when he looked down –

When he saw that big, gray cock, he knew that his insides were going to take the battering of a lifetime if they had to take something like that inside. There was no space for something that long, and if he was a grower at all, Michael was sure that something was going to rupture inside of him.

“No…no way…”

“You don’t got a choice,” Jericho said.

“You…you can’t…”

“Oh, I’m gonna.”

Michael was lifted onto his tiptoes by the rhino’s thick, blunt fingers pushing between his legs, grabbing him by the pussy and yanking him forward. He had to grab hold of that arm as if he wanted it, shivering as he barely kept from falling further down those fingers as he desperately tried to pull himself off them.

All the while, the rhino had turned back to the guard. Whitman was doing nothing; if anything, he was keeping his distance and holding back from the bigger prisoner.

“You can have your fun with the old bitch,” the rhino said. “I don’t need that little slut for now.”

“Thank you, Jericho. Anything else?”

“Can this bitch get pregnant?”

“Not as far as the file said; though he’s got a pussy, what should have been ovaries remained testicles.”

“Well, damn. Eh, at least he’s got a pair of holes for fucking.”

Michael was barely holding himself together. The world that he had constructed for himself – the world of rights and baseline treatment that everyone deserved – was crumbling down around his head. There was nothing that he could do as the bigger man pulled him back into the cell, only to throw him down on the bigger of the two bunks that were pressed against the wall.

Before the human could get to his feet, Jericho leaned over him, one hand on his chest, the other at his cock. It bounced up and down as the rhino slowly stroked himself, smirking as he did.

“Well, gotta say. You humans look a lot hotter close up.”

“You fucker! You can’t do this to me!”

“You know, there’s a lot of guards that said that same shit when I first got here. You know what happened to them?”

“They…they should have…”

“They tried to drown me. One did. When I woke up, I fucked him to within an inch of his life. And you know what I did then?”

“W-what?”

“I killed him. Heh. And it only took that one. The other guards know their place now. They know what it means when I say I want something. If Jericho asks for something, then Jericho gets it.”

[i]He killed a guard…and got away with it…[/i]

No wonder Whitman had been terrified. This little bargain to give the rhino his ‘meat’ in exchange for some safety must have been a long-standing deal between him and the others. Oh, fuck. Oh, [i]fuck.[/i]

Michael tried to pull away, but the rhino just kept him pinned. That big hand was as restraining as the arm-binders had been on the way down, and the big guy was far more deadly than those had been. He was creeping closer, too, straddling the human’s hips and slapping his cock down on his chest.

“Nngh.”

“Yeah, you’re going to be a nice, soft bitch. What’s your name?”

“Nnngh…”

“Tell me, bitch.”

“Michael Hunter.”

“Heh…that’s pathetic. It’s too much for someone like you. You know what I’m going to call you?”

Michael didn’t want to know. That big, fat cock was slowly getting longer and longer, sliding along his torso as the rhino scooted closer and closer to his face. A thick, unwashed musk was growing stronger and stronger as that broad dick-head came closer and closer to his face. Soon, it was bumping against his chin, hitting a total of sixteen inches long, and throbbing up and down, tapping against his chest.

“I’m going to call you Mike Hunt.”

He hissed at the name.

“That’s not –”

“That’s your name as long as you’re with me. You’re Mike Hunt. Get used to it, and open that fucking mouth before I open it for you.”

There was no getting away. He’d realized that several times over, but as the rhino rested his crushing weight on the human’s chest, as the door slammed shut behind them, as that cock ground against the sides of his face, he knew that it was an actual fact now. There was no way for him to fight back. He was too small, too weak, too [i]everything[/i] to be able to push back against this asshole.

[i]Just…just go with it for a bit,[/i] he thought. [i]Let him think he won. Do what he says, and…and find an opening.[/i]

It was his only option.

He opened his mouth slowly, and the rhino pushed forward. The taste of cock was [i]not[/i] something that he enjoyed, but he gagged down his immediate urge to complain, opening his mouth a little wider as the rhino worked it in deeper, and deeper, slowly working towards the middle. They were barely past the head when he had his first gag, and he knew that this…this was going to be hell.

“Heh. Looks like the rumors were true. Humans don’t know how to handle anthro dick. Well, don’t worry, Mike Hunt. You’re going to learn.” A heavy hand rested on Michael’s head. “You’re going to learn right now.”

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

Summary: Looks like we have a new series on the roll. Michael has been sentenced to a high-tech, deep-sea prison for some crime or other, and he has to deal with being the only human there.

Tags: I/M, Intersex Man, Male Body Female Genitals, Pussy, Human, Dolphin, Rhino, Size Difference, Prison, Sci-Fi, Underwater, Cruelty, Non-Con, Rape, Masturbation, Fingering, Fisting, Series,