Sneak Peek: Possum Prison Pussy - Part 2

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TRIGGER WARNING: BE ADVISED THAT THIS STORY HAS DEPICTIONS OF POLICE BRUTALITY AND RAPE.

DESCRIPTION:

Sylva is brought up to speed on how things work around the blocks. There appear to be factions and leverages put in place, but with Magnus' ownership of Sylva in place, he seems to have no one who can oppose him now. Though, how will Magnus protect Sylva? By assigning him his muscle, Whispers, and his other prison bitch to show him the ropes, Checkers.

You can thank you fellow commissioner MizzuKat from SF for this amazing piece.

Enjoy your Sneak Peek into this emerging series.


Possum Prison Pussy

Part 2: Shark Bait

~Sneak Peek~

That night with Magnus was brutal. The elephant used Sylva like a cheap whore, getting hard again only after a few minutes and going right back at it. Sylva shut his mind off, he became a mindless drone obeying Magnus' every demand.

Bend this way. Suck this. Take that. Tell me you want it.

"I...I want it...d-daddy," Sylva gasped and sobbed into the pillow he was biting on. The command forcing him back into the jerking reality of being railed and having no say in the matter. Magnus hadn't had pussy in years, and now that he had it, he was going to wear the poor opossum out, but not gape him permanently. Despite Sylva's thoughts on the matter, Magnus was being gentle. As gentle as a thug king like him could be with a virgin pussy, but gentle nonetheless. He had big plans for his stupid bitch, and he wasn't going to let them fall flat just because he wanted to get his entire dick wet; the first three quarters were fine for him.

For now.

Hours passed and Magnus gaped that pussy for every ounce of pleasure he could milk. Getting as deep as he could without forcing any more than he needed to. His dick still popping out between a few rounds to be sucked. Sylva sucked better than he fucked, for sure, but that didn't mean that Magnus wouldn't milk one out in that cunt.

After a fourth nut being bust inside his sweet, young hole, the novelty wore off. Magnus pulled out, Sylva's cunt gushing cum before oozing it out onto the bed. He wasn't gapping massively, his pussy lips just kept apart from having been stretched so much.

"Fuck, you can't even hold my nut in, can you," Magnus wiped his forehead with his trunk, flicking the sweat down on his opossum's matted fur. He gripped Sylva's scruff and pulled him up to speak into his ear directly, his hot breath smelled of cigars. "You better tighten back up or you ain't no good to me."

"Y-Yes..." Sylva managed to let out through his exhausted maw.

"You're going to start doing some exercise to keep that pussy tight," Magnus let Sylva flop forward into the mess of the bed. Sweat, cum, and drool left practically every corner of the sheets a darker shade than they started.

"Yes...yes...whatever you say," Sylva's mind was broken. He just obeyed. It was the only way to survive in that situation. Magnus gave him no choice.

"Now wash up, you're fucking gross. Get back to your damn bunk," Magnus ordered as he went to the door and knocked. Crux opened the door.

"Ya done good Crux, that was some premium pussy I just cracked open."

"So my debts are cleared?"

"Yeah, they're clear, once that little pussy boy is back in his cell where he belongs."

"You got it sir," Crux winked and came into the room. Magnus turned and went into his private bath.

"Sylva, you're with me," Crux spoke. The opossum got up, his body naked and covered in cum and spit.

"What should I wear?" Sylva more asked the room than Crux himself, but Crux did answer.

"I'll get you fresh scrubs once you're washed up. Come, there's a shower down the hall."

Sylva took a shaky step forward, and then another. He winced as the ache in his abdomen started to set in. He gripped his arm and continued, cum dripping out of his used hole and onto the floor with wet plats. Several of the wads were stained pink with his still bleeding cherry. He got to the door where the zebra was waiting for him and leaned against the wall for support. He looked up, one of Sylva's eyes glued shut from a facial the elephant had given him.

"You gunna make it, or do you need me to drag you?" Crux was being sarcastic, but Sylva was sore and weak. He didn't know if he could make it out of the room, let alone down the hall. Sylva just sniffed and hobbled out, limping to the showers. He got under the showerhead and expected a spray of icy liquid, but to his surprise it was warm.

Sylva didn't pay much attention to his surroundings. It was an abandoned communal shower and the guard was stationed outside. He could be alone. He grabbed a bar of soap and went to work cleaning himself off. He got to work removing crusted cum and murky spit, fresh bruises already darkening. He was about to wash further when he heard the door to the bath open.

"I'm almost done..." Sylva said, his voice echoing off the walls.

"Oh na, ya little jailbird," Crux growled and gripped him by the scruff and pressed his head against the tile. Sylva screamed briefly in pain as Crux's powerful arm kept him pinned.

"What are..."

Crux slammed his head against the tile again and his vision swam, his nose bleeding.

"You stay quiet," Crux growled. "Your little fairy ass has been teasing me all day. You think I'm gunna let you go without getting my rocks off?"

"No Stop!" Sylva started to panic, his hands clawing at the tile, only for Crux's arm to pin him against it by the back of his neck.

"You scream, I'll fucking end you," Crux growled. Sylva instantly tensed up, biting his tongue as fresh tears welled up and rolled down his face.

"Please," Sylva whispered, but all he felt was Crux's naked body come up behind him in the shower, that monster horse dick pressing between his thighs. "please..."

"Yeah," Crux smirked and sniffed his hair, the only smell was cigars and soap. "Keep asking me to stop. Keep crying like a little bitch," Crux grabbed the base of his foot long and lined it up with Sylva's opening. He slipped in without any issue.

"Fuuuuuck," Crux breathed, his hot breath running over Sylva's ear. "I don't mind getting the Boss's sloppy seconds. Your ass is mine fag boy." Crux started to thrust, the warm water running over them.

Sylva had never been fucked before, so being fucked brutally and not having any time to recover was almost as bad as being raped the first time. His joints ached, his pussy stung, and all he could do was bite back the sobs as his legs shook. Sylva bit his lip so hard it bled as he held back his shaking sobs as the guard had his way with him. Luckily it didn't take long.

Crux was pounding out a quickie, his dick sliding in and out fast and the water smacking at his hips as he bruised that ass further.

"You tell anyone about this, you're a fucking dead man. Got that, Cheeks?" Crux huffed into his ear, his cock getting ready to bust. Sylva managed to sob out something that sounded like a yes and nodded. The zebra's thick toes dug into the tiles as he laid into Silva, his hips a blur before he thrusted in a few times, deep and hard with sharp thrusts. That flared tip visibly pushing against Sylva's abdomen as he unloaded deep inside him.

"Fuck," Crux pulled out unceremoniously and Sylva crumpled to the floor in the spray of the shower. He couldn't breathe without sobbing. He couldn't hold it together. It was too much, the fresh cum was warm as it oozed out of his bruised hole. He watched as his tears were lost down in the stream of water, jealous of their ability to slide down the drain and vanish.

"Walk it off pussy boy," Crux spat on him, the thick wad smacking his face, the same spot where his burn was. Just then the hot water ran out and only icy cold shards were smacking him on the floor. Crux had already left, having cleaned up. Sylva had no other choice since he couldn't just die by laying there. He pulled himself up and followed his second rapist into the next room to dry off and suit up.

Sylva got back to his cell without another word, not a single peep from him. The only sounds were a couple of orders from Crux, his voice making Sylva's heart stop every time he spoke. Crux was surprised though when he got back to the cell. Something was folded up in front of it. Crux just chuckled and tossed Sylva the note. It fell to the floor. He picked it up with difficulty.

The cells in your block get cold. Sleep in this. That's an order.

_ -M-_

Sylva was then shoved into his cell with the folded sheet. It was a blanket, but it wasn't just any blanket. It reeked of cigars. It was the blanket from Magnus' bed. He gasped, his breath hitching in his throat as he fought back tears. Sylva just took his blanket from his bunk and the blanket he was ordered to sleep in and curled up in the corner of his cell. The reek of sweat and sex kept him awake until dawn broke and the guards came to let them out of their cells.