[b][u][center]An Impossible Sentence Chapter 6 For Mizzukat By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] “Oh. Look at that. They’re coming.” Horus pulled his head back from the panther’s feet, still tasting the salt on his tongue as he turned to the side. Giving the feline a count of three to get out of his line of sight, he opened his eyes and stared out the bars of the cell and waited. Already he could hear the thunk, thunk, thunk of the guards walking in with their armor and weapons, and the prisoners scurried away like cockroaches when you turned on the light. All that bravado and anger disappeared like so much empty threats as soon as someone with real power showed up. “[i]Prisoners on the top floor, Cells 1-20, will line up outside the cell and await collection.[/i]” “That’s you,” Shadowclaw said. “I know.” He stood up and walked out of the cell, standing with his hands on the railing. On either side, other prisoners did the same, keeping their hands where everyone could see them and putting themselves more or less completely at the mercy of the armored guards. Horus looked out of the corner of his eyes at the approaching guards. They ranged from one just a half-inch taller than him to guards that were barely half his size. Clearly, they were collecting and employing from a broad range of species pools, but the idea of some of the smaller ones being a danger would have been laughable if it wasn’t for the fact that they had that armor. [i]Lenses to protect against hypnosis, power-boosters in the arms, legs, and core for greater strikes, padded against anything but genuine super-strength…[/i] He could see the little features that the arms manufacturers had been advertising for mortals to catch up with supers for a while, but to see it all in one piece told him that there were some companies that were trying to get ahead of the curve. A lot of those pieces would never sell in the city proper, considering the sheer amount of power that would offer the average citizen. Someone walking around in that suit would have been at least as strong as a moderate super in and of themselves, and the fact that it was no longer down to skill meant that it was only a question of whether you could afford it. If things had progressed that far behind the scenes, then the days of supers might be coming to a close faster than he had thought they were. “Hands behind your back,” the tallest of the guards said. “Make sure to keep the wrists locked.” Horus did as he was told, standing up a little straighter and crossing his wrists behind his back, just over his tail. The tall guard – a bear, he would guess from the shapes that he could just barely see through the flexible metal – pulled out a pair of cuffs and slowly worked them on. [i]Not just regular handcuffs, either,[/i] he thought, feeling the way that they were almost rubbery at first. They were form-fitting, pulling themselves tighter and tighter to his wrists until there was no space between flesh and device. They inflated once they were situated, rolling out, out, out, until they covered his hands completely. He imagined that it probably looked like a little rubber ball at the bottom of his arms, keeping his fingers restrained so he couldn’t grab at anything. Clever, really. Uncomfortable as hell, but clever. The rest of the prisoners were fitted with the same device before they were grabbed and turned around. One of the smaller guards, probably some sort of canine, walked down the line. Horus couldn’t see their eyes; he could only see his reflection in the visor. “Looks like the lot of you are due a cleaning,” the security officer said. “Well, let it not be said that we’re completely heartless, unlike the lot of you. You’re going to be taken down for bathing today. For those of you that are getting it for the first time, let me repeat the golden rule. Do not fuck around. You [i]will[/i] find out.” “Hey, we’ll find out anyway, asshole. You shit-stains –” The canine stopped beside the orca complaining and brought his hand up. At the last second, sparks flew from the suit’s fingers, and the orca screamed as lightning coursed through his balls and sent him to his knees. Horus stared as the electricity forced the orca to blow his load all over the floor, streaming with thick, slightly chunky bits of cum as it kept getting forced out of his balls. “I repeat. Fuck around, and you [i]will[/i] find out. Go along with the process, and we’ll all get through this just fine. You understand me, assholes?” “Understood,” Horus muttered. “What was that?” “Understood!” more of the prisoners shouted. “That’s what I want to hear. Now, march. We’ve got a bit of a walk, and I hate spending more time in those fucking corridors than I have to.” Remembering the pure-white walls and the blazing lights that filled most of them, Horus winced; he wasn’t looking forward to this, either – [i]But it is the first time that I’ve been away from the cells since getting here. I need to see what’s out there, what’s waiting, and –[/i] Shadowclaw was there. He could barely see the silhouette of the panther moving alongside the line, and the feline moved this way and that to keep from being obvious, darting in and out of line like someone that belonged there, but he [i]was[/i] there. The toe sucking had at least bought him the good-will of a companion. They left gen-pop and entered the white hallways. The illumination burned the eyes, and some of the more sensitive species immediately started whimpering, shaking their heads and looking around as if they might find some relief looking in a different direction. Others closed their eyes, only to help as one of the guards slapped them with a gauntlet. There was no mercy for them. Horus kept himself staring straight ahead, taking in every detail he could even as his eyes burned and his head hurt. The walls were pure white, but here and there, he could just barely make out a flicker in the reflective paneling. Gaps, little things, small ones, but that might be useful if they were able to get someone strong enough to rip those off. Could perhaps push some of the light back in a different direction, keep from being [i]as[/i] blinded while running through the corridors. But that was a small idea, and he doubted that it would be that useful to Mafia as they made their way through the corridors. The real challenge was the Prism Gates. They found their first one scarcely two minutes out of gen-pop. The gen-pop gate was a little more traditional, for the simple reason that it didn’t matter if they got in or out of that part, but here… The security guards stopped. Two moved to stand by the gate, while the remaining dozen stood around the thirty-some prisoners. The two by the gate pulled out a collection of keys, looked at the shimmering colors of the Prism Gate, and waited. [i]What are they waiting for?[/i] Horus took a moment to study them, too. His eyes hurt, watering from the intense light, but as he peered through the tears, he could still see colors. And he saw that the two guards were holding different-colored keys. One held an orange key, the other a green one. And when the Prism Gate finally cycled to a yellow light, they jammed the keys in. The light turned from something solid-looking to something vaguely more ephemeral. The guards pushed them forward, and soon, they were out on the other side. Horus kept moving, having a theory. He confirmed it at the second Prism Gate when they used a violet keycard and an orange one over a red center. The Prism Gates cycled through the seven colors of the rainbow, and to get through, you had to have two keycards, each one representing the color that was on either side of the light you wanted to go through. [i]But why wait for a particular one?[/i] Maybe it was convenience, maybe it was something else. He honestly didn’t know. But at least he had more information than he’d started with, and he would be grateful for that. They kept moving down the corridor, and after a third gate, two of the prisoners collapsed, trying to hide their eyes against their shoulders, against the prisoner in front of them, anything. They screamed, and Horus’s heart broke as he realized that they were probably going blind from the sheer brightness of the light. He was barely able to keep his own vision from blacking out, and he was used to the bright light and wasn’t very sensitive to it. But one of the prisoners was a bat, and the other was a feline, and they were screaming, howling from the pain of the light. Eventually, they were knocked out by the guards when the beating didn’t convince them to quiet down. Pulled out of line, they got dragged the rest of the way, and Horus found himself hating the guards. It was a new feeling, that kind of hate. He knew that he could hate, of course, as most people could, but this was the first time that he had felt it to such an extent. He lost count of the Prism Gates that they walked through, but eventually, just as his vision felt like it was about to go dark, they finally left the too-brilliant hall behind. His vision was fuzzy, mottled with tears, and he had to blink them away to be able to see anything. The guards didn’t give him the chance to use his hands, either, so it was just blink, blink, blink, and hope. When he could finally see again, he saw why Shadowclaw had been so amused. Bathing, it seemed, wouldn’t take the forms of showers, or baths, or anything like that. Instead, there was yet more humiliation, yet more ways of stripping dignity away from the prisoners. The chamber below the door and balcony was massive. Six rows of ten stations each were arranged before a massive wall window of glass that opened out onto the sea. Submarines and ocean predators could be seen swimming through it, reminding everyone that any attempt to try and get away would be met with extreme and deadly force. Not to mention that the field that kept all the supers from using their powers felt as strong here as it did in the hallway and the upper floors of gen-pop. [i]Shadowclaw…how are you sliding between that?[/i] No answer, and he didn’t have time to think about it as he was pulled along with the other prisoners. They followed the guards down the stairs from the balcony, eventually being dragged into a line at the bottom. Other guards, mostly the short ones, hustled over from the stations. He watched as the guards – two guards to every one prisoner – took the inmate from the front of the line to one of the stations, and then another pair of guards did the same for the next, and so on. When they finally got to him, he got two fennecs, one in red armor, the other in blue. They grabbed him by the forearms and started pulling him along, the one in the blue armor chuckling and giving the horse’s balls a light swat. “I’m glad that we get to play with this one,” the blue guard said. “Quiet, private.” “Come on, Captain. He’s going to be a fun one. I heard that he’s got both sets down there.” “I said, quiet. The point is to get this done as fast as possible. Fun isn’t part of the process.” “Heh, for you, maybe.” “I get my fun from the clean ones. I don’t know how anyone could stand the stench on these people.” “Heh, some of us like a little wiffiness.” Horus did his best not to respond, though it was harder than usual. He knew that he had become little more than meat to most of the prison staff, but the fact that he was actually getting treated like that sat so ill with him. He didn’t have a word for it; all he knew was that he hated it with a passion. They pulled him down the aisle nearest to the transparent wall and brought him to the station on the far side. It consisted of a series of metal arms that were far too well-jointed and seemed capable of impossible movements. Other stands loomed over the center of the station on either side, some armed with hoses, others with various tools that he didn’t want to think about, and one with a rod that looked suspiciously electrical. He didn’t want to think about the point of something like that. “Step onto the center of the station,” the Captain said. “Heh, and make sure to spread those legs wide.” “That is not necessary. The machine will do it for him.” “Oh, come on. Let me enjoy this. It’s my first time with a [i]real[/i] villain.” “I am [i]not[/i] a villain,” Horus muttered under his breath. Both foxes turned to him, and he knew that he’d made a mistake. The stallion forced himself to breathe out – “NNNGH!” The armored guards shocked him from either side, the jolts running up his arms. It was painful, but… But it wasn’t as bad as what Shock Treatment could do, he realized. Oh, it hurt, it [i]really[/i] fucking hurt, but it was not like what the opossum could do to him, and it didn’t hurt the same way that it would have done in the past. In some ways, it barely hurt at all; it went…it went down to – Horus groaned as his cock was forced half-hard from the electrical pain, flopping forward and out of his sheath by a few inches. The shocks stopped, and the private chuckled, poking the head of the stallion’s cock. “Heh, well, if the bitch likes that –” “Later. I do not want to deal with a smegma-covered cock.” “Oh…that’s a fair point. Ew.” It was ridiculous that he was spared from further disgrace by a guard’s distaste for something gross, but Horus was willing to take that. At that point, he would have been nearly willing to take anything. He walked to the middle of the station, and once the guards were sure that he wasn’t going to move, the private walked around him and did something to the restraints around his wrists. The rubber retracted, and he was allowed the freedom to bring his hands forward again. The lower-ranking fennec retreated at speed, and the captain stepped on a button. No sooner had the button beeped than the arms around him swooped into action. Cuffs wrapped around his ankles and his wrists, around his forearms and biceps, and around his thighs. All of them pulled tight, filling with the same inflating rubber feeling, and – [i]Nnngh…[/i] And they came with something else. It was like a muscle relaxant, at first, something that made his entire body feel weak and relaxed, almost numb to action but all the more sensitive compared to how it usually was. He could barely open his mouth, and words refused to come at all. And under it… Under it, there was that power-field again, something that kept him from using his powers. Not that he could, this far removed from sunlight, but even if he had been exposed to the sun, this would have stripped him of it. [i]They’re working on localizing the anti-power fields,[/i] he thought. [i]They never had this in the specs. The other Maxsons never talked about this.[/i] Which meant that this was either the best-kept secret about the prison, or it was new, and Garth Maxson III was getting his funds by selling off access to supers that other companies could experiment on without consequences. No wonder the guards had such good armor, and no wonder they were allowed to just do what they wanted. The whole prison had become a breeding ground of experiments, something that the Warden could sell to the companies outside the prison at his leisure. The world was slowly turning against supers, and this was giving them the tactical information that they’d need to handle any that didn’t want to be wrapped up and put down in a Super Max somewhere else. [i]That…that is terrifying…[/i] A shiver ran down his spine as the guards continued settling him into the cuffs and arms of the machine. It lifted him off the ground, holding him nearly horizontal, and it spread his legs far. The cuff around the base of his sheath and balls hung down, and the private stepped forward with a key in hand. It came loose, and the sheer feeling of relief as his balls dropped was beyond words. He moaned, leaning his head back and shivering as he felt like he could actually – “Don’t get your hopes up. The only relief that you’re going to get is going to be painful as fuck for you,” the captain said. “We’ll drain you, but there’s no point in making a prisoner feel good.” “Mmmph…” “Heh, I look forward to seeing how the rest of him looks. Can we start –” “Protocol, private. Start with the head and work your way down. Genitals last.” “Fuuuuuck.” Horus didn’t have a chance to do anything but endure what they did to him. Water sprayers and soap emitters were at the ends of various arms, and the two armored foxes dragged them over him, washing down the layers of sweat and grime and cum that had built up over the last few days. As rough as they were and as cold as the water was, the stallion couldn’t help but admit that the feeling of getting all that [i]off[/i] just made him feel better. But at the same time, his thoughts wandered, struggling to stay on task with the shimmering feeling of the anti-power field in the cuffs, and the muscle relaxant to boot. Horus tried to focus, but it was…it was so… A different shimmer, barely there, but there just the same. Shadowclaw, still with him, still watching. [i]You stay bought…and that means the world…[/i] Focus. Focus. Why did the panther have the ability to keep using his powers when nobody else did? That should have been impossible outside of the little gap-areas down in the bottom floor of gen-pop, but here he was, using at least a small portion of it when he should have been completely visible. How? [i]Think…think…[/i] He knew that Shadowclaw had studied the way that his powers worked, and he knew from their talks and the fights that they’d had that the panther had a better understanding of his abilities than any other super that Horus had ever met. That, in turn, meant that he knew how to use the minimum amount of energy possible to achieve an effect with his powers. But that didn’t explain the anti-power thing not affecting him, unless… Unless everyone assumed that it was on at full blast all the time, when it wasn’t. Horus barely kept his eyes from going wide at that thought. If the anti-power field wasn’t at full blast, then there were prisoners like Dark Storm that could flood the entire prison and kill everyone before anything could be done. Shock Treatment could take control of dozens of guards before he was stopped, and there were other prisoners that could completely devastate the state of the prison. How – [i]The field in the stations…[/i] There was no point in having such a localized field in a prison that was actually working properly, he realized, but if this [i]was[/i] still an experiment, then he would just bet that they were sucking power like nothing else. Probably draining the power core of the prison like crazy, which meant that the anti-power field that was supposed to cover the rest of the structure didn’t work. Not fully, not properly, not enough to completely get rid of peoples’ powers. Just enough to diminish them, weaken them, keep them from thinking they had any. But something like 10% of one’s powers was not the same thing as having 0%, and that meant that someone like Shadowclaw was still able to sneak around…still able to use his abilities. [i]You idiots…you fucking idiots…[/i] The washing ended with a quick spray along the bottom of his hooves, and the foxes chuckled. “Now can we go for his junk?” “Anus first, then vagina, then cock,” the fox said. “Mmmph. I want to go for the –” “Do I detect a lack of professionalism in the ranks, hmm?” Horus would have laughed if he had the energy. Instead, he smiled as he looked down his body at the two foxes slowly turning around. The Warden had snuck up behind them while they were talking about how they were going to molest him, and the crocodile had a smile that promised nothing but pain. “Uh, Warden, sir,” the private said, saluting. “I didn’t mean – I was just – this is my first time with a big guy, you see, and –” “Captain.” “Yes, sir?” the other fennec said. “I want you to take the private here and discipline him. This enthusiasm is fine for some of our prisoners, but I do want to make sure that we keep that in check. After all, for all that they are the debris of society, they can still be made useful. And breaking them for one’s personal amusement while there is still value in them is hardly good for my prison, is it?” “Yes, sir.” “But – but –” “Come on, you asshole. You’re getting off lucky.” The high-ranking fennec dragged his comrade off to the side. The crocodile chuckled, adjusting his white suit with one hand and keeping the other in his pockets as he watched them go. “Eager, but…idiotic,” the Warden said before turning to look at him again. “You certainly do seem to attract trouble. First that brutish General trying to…break you, and then this little problem pair. Tsk, tsk. At this rate, you might lose your value before you can consider my offer fully.” Offer. Yes. Knowing that Shadowclaw was listening brought a small blush to his cheeks, but at the same time, it reminded him that he had someone else that might be interested, someone that might be curious about the arrangement. And more than that, it ensured that there was a way around Mafia’s rule about telling someone about the plan. After all, he wasn’t telling Shadowclaw a damn thing; the panther was overhearing a conversation. That was all. “So, have you thought about it?” the Warden asked, leaning down and tugging on the plug up the stallion’s ass. “Here. I’ll take over the washing for now; it’s a good excuse for…staying close, heh.” POP! He had almost forgotten just how intensely [i]huge[/i] that thing was. It was high-tech enough that it kept them from needing to defecate in the cells, allowing them to remain plugged at all times, but it was certainly big enough to stay inside without someone else pulling it free. The sheer [i]weight[/i] of that thing as it came out shocked him, and he gasped for breath as he stared at the window ahead of him. He hadn’t expected that level of emptiness, either, and he could feel his hole clenching, squeezing on nothing, and failing to shut. [i]How big was that thing?[/i] “Hmm, hmmm. Good thing that I don’t plan on breeding that hole. The other one, heh…but for now, a cleaning.” The crocodile hummed to himself as he pulled one of the water wands free from the side arms. He rested it at the edge of Horus’s pussy, and the stallion huffed under his breath as the more delicate water spray washed down along either side of his feminine sex, teasing it just enough to get it to start slicking up on its own accord. The Warden smirked down at him as he tilted the spray up, nearly getting the clit more than once. “Is someone enjoying themselves?” “Mmmph…” “Would someone like to get off?” “Nnngh…you know…I would.” “And you will, but the question is whether you only get the e-stim, or something nicer,” the Warden said, cocking his head to the side. “So, have you considered my offer, hmm? I imagine that there’d be a great deal that I can make better for you if you’re willing to take the offer of a little…heir-deliver.” “Mmmph…I’ve…been thinking about it.” “Really? Now that is a chance of pace.” The Warden chuckled. “And what were you thinking?” “I was…I was thinking…you should…” He took a deep breath, groaning as that spray flicked up and down between his pussy and his asshole, feeling almost like a tongue digging into every crevice down there. “I feel like…you should…try before you buy…” “…I’m listening.” “I might…have the genetics…but you should…get something out of me…before you try for…heirs,” the stallion said, struggling to speak through the odd pleasure of that cleaning water running right over his most sensitive bits. “Could…could drag me to solitary for a bit…leave me there…and sneak down when you have time. Nobody…nobody would know…and safer than your office…” “…That is an interesting idea, actually,” the Warden said. “Surprised that someone like you would have thought of it, though. What happened to all that heroic dignity?” “Mmmph…A lot…of villains not caring about it.” “Heh…that would change one’s mind in a hurry, yes.” The spray stopped. The stallion groaned, biting off a whimper as he felt the lack of any real release. If he’d had toes, he would have been curling them in annoyed desperation at that point, and his head hung back as he huffed and puffed. His cock hung forward and down, unable to get completely hard due to the muscle relaxants in his system, but the tip still dribbled with a weak string of pre-cum. “I’ll take that under consideration,” the Warden said. “I imagine that we probably will go through with that, but for now, I will need to see if there’s any solitary cells open. We [i]do[/i] go through them at a remarkable rate, heh, and it does go against the general purpose of the prison that my grandfather conceived of. But at the same time…Mmmm, that is quite the idea…and I do have a number of openings in my schedule at the moment.” In other words, he’d snared the Warden. The way that the crocodile kept looking back at him, the way that he kept staring between the stallion’s legs at his barely-hidden pussy, made it clear that he wanted to have the horse’s hole for himself. Perhaps something more, too, considering the sheer hunger in that stare. He didn’t know what was going through the other man’s mind, but – “Now, let’s get those balls drained before sending you back to your cell,” the Warden said. “Can’t have you getting too pent-up, can we?” “…How?” “Well, you haven’t done anything for me, yet, so I suppose we can only really use the e-stim option.” The crocodile pulled a shimmering metal stick from one of the standing units, and Horus’s eyes went wide. The sheer size of that thing looked almost as broad as a real cock, and it sparked as the Warden tapped a button on the side. “Should drain you quite fast once we put that on your prostate.” “You…you…” “Heh, you can take it, I’m sure.” As the crocodile dipped the electric wand into a bucket of slimy lube, Horus could only stare. He was going to be milked like some sort of feral beast. Not even as a person, but the same way that they would get a feral stallion or bull to give up his seed. A cattle prod right up the ass, pressed right to the prostate until he gave up everything that he had. Whatever vague sense of humanity he still had went right out the window. He stared as the Warden pulled the wand free, bringing it down and out of sight. Horus felt the touch of the cool metal to his pucker, tried and failed to resist it as it went sliding up his ass, and then – BZZZT! He couldn’t even scream as it went off. His hips bucked and every muscle in his body cramped, pulling tight as he was left spasming, shaking, his cock twitching but failing to harden. His prostate felt like it was spasming and pulling in just as much as everything else in his ass was, and the stallion could barely breathe as shock after shock rocked his body. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. The zapping hit his prostate hard, hitting him with pleasure and pain and the wracking clenches that were his muscles trying to respond to electrical pulses that were foreign to them. His balls jumped without real pleasure, his inner walls clenched down, and – It was like pissing, except that even that would have come with a sense of relief and its own kind of pleasure. Instead, this was just a feeling of something oozing down his cock, running out of him and landing on the floor. Pulse, pulse, pulse went the wand, and his balls kept jumping, coming up and oozing through tubing that was clenching up like mad. It wouldn’t stop, it just wouldn’t stop. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. # He landed in his bed with a whimper and a groan. The guards had to carry him back after the Warden drained him further than the other prisoners had been, and he could barely move his arms and legs. Some of the muscle relaxant was still in his system, he could tell, but it was more than that. The electrical spasms were still going off, little bits and pieces of his nervous system not working quite right yet. He groaned into his pillow, trying to get used to the feeling of the plug being back in his ass and the cuff back around his sheath and balls. “Hmmm, now that was interesting.” “Mmmph…” “A deal with the Warden, but not one that you [i]actually[/i] plan to go through.” “Mmmph…” “Ah ah, don’t try and play coy. I understand. I do. I think I do. But mmmm, most fascinating. It seems that you have something that you’re hiding better than I hide myself. I’m almost jealous about that.” He didn’t have the energy to grunt again. “Mmmm, I think I’ll spend the next little bit thinking about that. My, my, but to have a cell mate that understands privacy [i]and[/i] manages to get some of his own from me. You know, you may have aroused the interest of a cat, Hermcules – no, no, I suppose you have earned this. Horus, you have [i]earned[/i] my curiosity. A very challenging thing to do. I look forward to seeing if you can keep it.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Horus is taking for cleaning and finds out what the cleaning center is for. Tags: H/solo, M/H, Humiliation, E-Stim, Pain, Torture, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm, Cum, Pre-Cum, Horse, Stallion, Crocodile, Various Species, Nudity, Prison, Superheroes, Supervillains, Series,