Chapter 2 - Chapter 2

The first week wasn’t as bad as Yoruichi had feared. Her brother had gotten them on the bad side of the guards, but honestly, she’d expected worse treatment for what she’d done. She’d seen the head of the prison’s guards a few times since, walking past with his arm in a sling, but he’d yet to take any direct revenge. Oh, there were random ‘searches’ which were rarely more than a thin excuse for some guards to grope her. And her food often came to the cell slathered in thick, gooey cum. But she’d expected more direct action. 

And as it had failed to materialize, the two siblings had grown more relaxed. There was no privacy to their cell, so they had managed little in the way of open planning, but Yushiro was watching the guard rotations and was already certain there was a pattern to the patrols they could exploit. 

It was something of a surprise then when a group of guards had shown up at their cell and hauled them out. A cell check, they claimed. To make sure they weren’t up to anything. It was going to take a few hours, so in the meantime, the two would be kept elsewhere. 

“Let me guess, we need to spend a few hours in the guard room?” Yoruichi laughed. “Patrols get a little boring for you boys?”

“Oh, no. If you’d behaved you might have been lucky to spend the time getting passed around by us. No, the boss gave us different orders since you decided to be a little bitch.”

“Ooooh, cryptic. You boys think you’re scary, don’t you?” But despite her taunts, the guards never stopped smiling. And Yoruichi felt her heart flutter a little as they lead her and Yoshiro deeper into the prison, down level after level into the deep cells where they kept the worst of the Hollows. Down here, there were no bars on any of the cells, just thick, old wood doors bound in layers of iron with tiny slots for food and observation. 

They were lead partway down a hall, a cell opened for them and the guards roughly shoved them inside. It was larger than their cell, but the solid walls made it feel far more cramped, the rough stone seeming to press in on all sides as the siblings tried to get their bearings. They had barely a moment to look around before Yoshiro cried out a warning, pointing toward the far wall. They weren’t alone in the cell, but sharing it with the same Hollow they’d ‘met’ during their processing. The one Yoruichi had teased and abused. But it was no longer chained helplessly to the wall, and it slowly grinned as it saw the siblings. 

“Well. When they told me I’d be getting a treat I didn’t think they’d be this generous,” the monstrous spirit smiled, its face splitting into an ugly expression that showed off horrible teeth. “Must be my lucky day - a meal and a chew toy.” 

The beast pushed itself upright, hunched even more forward to keep from scraping its head against the short ceiling as it started toward the two. Evil, malevolent glee shone in its eyes and hands as big as Yushiro’s torso clenched into fists. Yoruichi had been right about one thing, back when they’d first met - the Hollow was little more than a beast, driven by animal instincts. Lust and violence were all it knew and craved. 

“Big sister…” Yushiro started, his voice shaking. The Hollow was looking right at him, focused on the small boy.

“You remember me, right? Your ‘training dummy’?” the beast asked, rumbling voice filling the cell. “You sounded pretty sure of yourself when I was chained up, but now that I’m free let’s see how things would actually go.”

“Siiiiiiis,” the boy whined, fear in his voice as the lumbering spirit drew closer. The cell wasn’t big, but it was taking its time, letting the siblings stew in fear. It liked seeing shinigami afraid. 

“It’s fine, Yushiro,” she reassured him. “He’s just a big coward, after all. All talk and no action.”

The Hollow drew up, nostrils flaring as it snorted with animal anger. She was mocking him again? He was free, and yet she kept insulting him? Her little tease back in the cell had been bad enough, but the boy had insulted his strength, and that had earned him the Hollow’s initial ire. But now Yoruichi’s words brought those dimly intelligent eyes swinging in her direction - which was exactly what she wanted. Better it focused on her, than Yushiro.

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious he’s going to try and make himself *seem* tough by going after someone like you,” she continued as if the Hollow wasn’t just feet away from her. “He could be getting revenge on me, but we both know he’s just too damn scared. I’d probably let him try and take me, but there’s just too much of me for such a weak ‘man’ like him to handle. And I'd hate to upset him by showcasing his inadequacy."

“Oh? That big mouth is going to get you into trouble here…”

A massive hand seized her around the waist, dragging her backward as the Hollow dropped onto its rear, back pressed against a wall of the cell as it settled Yoruichi on its lap. Its huge, ugly spike of a cock rose between her thighs, pressing against her stomach and her breasts. This close she could smell the bitter musk of its body and the acrid salt of its pre. Huge, sticky globs were already leaking from its tip, oozing down its shaft to soak her kimono as the spirit ground her against itself.

“No wonder you’re trying to stop me this way. Your body might not be much for fighting, but this ass is made for fucking,” it growled, pushing her forward so it could lay a brutal spank on one of her cheeks. The force made Yoruichi’s whole body buck, back arching with pain as she cried out, eyes wide. With her powers suppressed by the walls of the prison, she was little better than a mortal, and the blow was a crushing one. Pain like an electric shock snarled up her spine and left her gasping breathlessly, mouth open stupidly as the burning sting of pain slowly set in. 

“F-fuck,” she gasped, taunts and wits failing her as the pain, horrible yet delicious, made her toes curl and her hands clutch at the fat shaft in front of her. It was every bit as monstrous as the spirit itself, a thick and ugly thing that was like a mocking parody of the human form - and it put her brother, or any of her past lovers, to shame. 

“That’s the plan,” the Hollow laughed. Its hands were big enough to wrap nearly all the way around Yoruichi’s toned middle, lifting her up so it could angle its cock, wedging the fat head between her cheeks and prodding her tight pucker. 

“Wait! W-wait!”

“Animals only care about breeding,” the Hollow told her as it shifted its grip, a single huge hand holding both of Yoruichi’s wrists behind her back. The other tangled itself in her hair, giving the beast a firm, two-handed grip. “But I’m not an animal, and I don’t care about knocking trash like you up. So I’m taking the other hole.”

“N-naaaaaaaah!”

The pain made her vision go white, Yoruichi’s scream no doubt echoing through the prison as the Hollow yanked her backward and drove its hips upward at the same moment. However tight she was, however strong her body was, it couldn’t fight the unstoppable force of the hateful beast. In a single, brutal motion it sheathed itself into her ass, her kimono forced to open as her stomach bulged outward, mocha flesh reddening under the stress of being so stretched. Her pucker felt like it was on fire, the dry friction of the brutal thrust mitigated only by the thick pre the Hollow’s cock pumped out, the warm liquid doing at least a little to douse the fiery, burning pain that had the legendary shinigami thrashing and whimpering. 

“Look at you,” it rumbled, working its hips slowly, stirring up the woman’s insides with the fat, brutal length of its cock. “Most women couldn’t have handled something like that, but I guess you’re just built for Hollow cock.”

Its hips bucked, bouncing Yoruichi on his lap, her tits swinging up to slap her stupidly in the face and then come spilling out of the top of her kimono. Her whole body was shaking, a tight sensation in her stomach making her flush crimson, her face confused and uncertain. Was… was that pleasure? Was she actually getting off on this? On the treatment? On the fact that she was being forced to fuck a Hollow? The kind of beast she’d spent so much of her life fighting? 

“Is this how you got famous?” It asked, bouncing her again on its lap, gravity and its strong muscles dragging her back down and fully sheathing its cock once more. “Fucking your way through hordes of spirits? It’d make more sense than a weak, stupid bitch like you actually besting something like me in combat.”

Another buck, another bounce that made Yoruichi see stars behind her eyes, her stomach tightening even more, a spring deep inside her body coiling tighter and tighter the more she tried to fight it. The Hollow’s voice vibrated through her body, its relentless speech making her neglected cunt clench. How could she be enjoying this? She wasn’t some fawning, submissive airhead. She was a domineering force, a proud and fiery woman not some bimbo who would lay back and let any man with a pulse get her off. She was better than this! She… she was…

Another buck, another bounce that made her groan and nearly start babbling. And then the Hollow took her in earnest. Its hips were a blur as it bounced Yoruichi on its cock, working her like a toy, gravity, and brute strength dragging her up and down the monster’s shaft as its inhuman stamina drove it on for what felt like hours. She had no way of knowing how long it ruined her, the outside world faded away as it hammered unwanted pleasure into her body, forcing her to enjoy her humiliation. The tiny pressure inside her body tightening and tightening until, at last, the spring snapped. 

Yoruichi screamed for the second time that day as she came, her vision going white as the Hollow crammed itself as deep as it could into her ass, grunting and snarling into her ear. She felt its teeth biting at her neck, leaving marks but never quite breaking the skin. Just adding a little bit of extra pain to the humiliation it was already heaping on top of her. 

She felt the warmth of it pumping up into her body, huge balls clenching and lifting as they emptied what had to be months of backed-up cum into her tight rump. Pumping and pumping rope after thick, sticky rope into her pliant and willing body. More cum than any mortal or shinigami could have ever hoped to produce, all dumped right into her in a single, explosive orgasm. Her clenching pussy tried to keep up, juicing itself messily, washing her thighs and the Hollow’s balls with clear, sticky honey. Even squirting across the space to splash Yushiro’s horrified face with the proof of her pleasure. 

It was so intense the pleasure was almost the same as the pain it was inflicting, and tears ran down Yoruichi’s face as her legs gave out and she slumped against the Hollow, no longer riding it but reclining back against it, letting its strong body hold her up. Already starting to recover, and still painfully hard inside her aching, stinging ass, the Hollow released her hair. Its tongue instead dragged along her face, hot and slimy as it wriggled along her cheek and over her nose, all the way up to her opposite temple. So big it covered almost the whole of her face, burying her beneath stinking saliva and rancid, hot breath. It lapped up her tears and she felt its cock twitch inside of her as it tasted the salt and despair in them. It knew she was suffering, and it was delighted by that fact. 

“Animal,” she mumbled. “Nothing, but…. Hateful animal…”

“That’s no way to talk to your lover,” it chided, giving her breast a playful, chiding slap. But with the creature’s strength, it was still a hard enough blow to make Yoruichi see stars, pain flashing through her body and making her greedy cunt clench all over again.

“Now be a good girl and give me a kiss,” it rumbled, the deep bass boom of its voice vibrating through her chest and shaking her bones. “That’s how you thank a man for making you cum like that.”

“Th-thank…” Yoruichi parroted, her voice thick and slurred as she tilted her head back, lips catching the Hollow’s thick tongue. She suckled at the side of it for a moment before the beast drew the wet muscle back. For a moment, the tip of it tickled her parted lips before the spirit lowered its head.

Ugly, awkward jaws met soft human lips. It was a messy kiss, their mouths didn’t line up properly, and drool dripped and spilled down Yoruichi’s chin to splatter across her breasts. And the Hollow’s tongue refused to stay still, pressing into the shinigami’s mouth in a show of brutish ownership, forcing Yoruichi to gag as the twisting, slithering muscle pushed at the back of her throat and messily pushed and twined against her tongue. 

Yushiro couldn't help but gag, and had to look away as his sister’s neck bulged, the Hollow’s tongue pushing and thrusting into her throat like a man’s cock. Displaying its total control of the lust-exhausted woman and hurting her brother far more than a mere physical blow could have. Yoruichi might have saved his body by throwing herself onto the Hollow, but his mind was suffering as his sister, his hero, was debased in front of him. 

The kiss eventually broke, leaving Yoruichi panting for breath as she reclined back against the Hollow’s chest. His hefty cock slowly, finally began to soften, eventually slipping free from her cratered rump with a wet slurp, a wash of cum oozing out to stain the creature’s dark skin. Content and sated, the vengeful spirit had fallen into a deep slumber, rumbling softly to itself as its chest rose and fell in a slow, steady motion.  Taking her chance, Yoruichi managed to slip from the Hollow’s lap, sliding down its body to the floor. Her legs gave out the minute they touched the stone, and she spilled to the floor, barely managing to stifle a cry of pain as she landed. Yushiro winced, glancing nervously at the cruel spirit, but it barely stirred in its sleep so he moved forward to help, grabbing his sister’s hand and hauling her up onto shaky legs that refused to work properly. 

“Is there anything to drink?” she asked, her voice rough as the two worked together to pull her to the relative safety of a far corner of the cell, away from the splashed mess of the Hollow’s animal coupling. 

“Not a thing. They brought some food and water and stuff, but he just ate it all. You must not have noticed during…” Yushiro swallowed and then shook his head, not wanting to think about how distracted his sister must have been to not even notice the cell door being opened. 

“Well, let’s see if I can get us some more.” Her head was still spinning, and her mind felt a little wobbly and clouded, but she managed to drag herself over to the cell door and lever open the little observation slit. 

“Maybe we should just stay quiet,” her brother suggested, glancing nervously at the sleeping Hollow. “Get some sleep and hope he doesn’t wake up before they come to take us back to our cell.”

“It’s fine, I’ll be careful,” Yoruichi muttered, making a placating gesture toward her brother. In truth, she needed to be doing something, if only to take her mind off what had just happened. She’d cum all over a Hollow’s dick, had a literal screaming orgasm as a brutish monster had treated her like trash, fucking her like a toy in front of her brother. Had she ever cum like that before? It had been so intense she’d almost lost consciousness, and she couldn’t remember any man ever making her feel like that. Normally she was in control of her encounters, taking the lead with her brother or any of the other men she’d played with. But tonight that Hollow had most certainly been in control, and she’d nearly lost her mind to its crude, overbearing domination. 

No, she didn’t want to sit quietly and linger on that thought. Instead, she pressed her face to the observation slit in the door, peering out into the hallway. There were a pair of guards down toward the end of the corridor, maybe...

“Hey,” Yoruichi called, her voice pitched down to barely a whisper. 

The guards didn’t even turn to look at her, staring down the hallway away from her. Were they ignoring her? Pretending they couldn’t hear her voice so they wouldn’t have to do anything for her? But, then again, down here the Hollows were loud, shouting and hooting and roaring threats, so it was possible they actually couldn’t hear her. 

“Hey! C’mon you two. I know you can hear me,” she tried again, pitching her voice a little louder. Behind her, the Hollow stirred and she heard Yushiro frantically trying to shush her. But she just held up a hand to him. She knew what she was doing. 

“C’mon, boys, I know how good a shinigami’s senses are. We need food and water over here, we haven’t been given anything to eat or drink at all today.”

“You hear something?” one of the guards asked the other, and Yoruichi almost pumped her fist. They weren’t ignoring her! 

“Yeah, you can! It’s us, the humans in the cell behind you! We need-”

“It’s just that mouthy bitch who hurt the boss,” the other guard replied, talking over Yoruichi and crushing her hopes like cheap glass underfoot. “You know, the one trapped in the cell with the Hollow.”

“Sis!”

Yoruichi felt her stomach drop the same moment a huge, dark-fleshed hand landed on her shoulder. Turning, she saw the Hollow grinning at her, Yushiro huddled behind it shaking his head. 

“You woke me up, huh? Couldn’t bear the thought of not getting another proper fuck before morning?” It rumbled in pleasure as it yanked her back against it, forcing her against his crotch so he could grind and rub his already stiffening cock against her soft body. “It’s fine, I can go all night if that’s what you want, you little whore.”

When morning finally came, Yoruichi had lost track of how many times the monstrous spirit had cum. She could barely even remember her own name, her body aching and her mind an empty, spinning mess of pleasure and humiliation. Yushiro had to half walk, half carry her out of the cell when the guards finally arrived. And while his sister was fucked too senseless to hear their taunts, Yushiro wasn’t, forced to bear the brunt of their crude mockery all the way back to their cell. 

Part of him knew she’d kept him safe. That she’d put herself at risk to keep the Hollow from hurting him, but…

He didn’t know if it was worth it. Or that he could appreciate this kind of protection.

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The guards refused to give her time to rest or recover from her ordeal with the brutish Hollow. Not even a day later and there was something very wrong. Yoruichi grit her teeth as she slumped against the wall of her cell, panting and trying not to cry out. Her whole body hurt, aching as though she’d been worked over for a few hours and had been left bruised from head to foot. All her muscles were clenching painfully as a sort of warmth washed through her body. She felt weak, and it was hard to move - it was hard to do anything, really.

With a groan, she pushed herself off the small bench and staggered over to the door of her cell, grabbing the cool metal bars that covered even the small opening of the observation port for support as she swayed on her feet. Her thighs were cramping and she nearly fell, leaning heavily against the door to her cell as her eyes seemed to unfocus for a moment. 

“H-hey,” she croaked, her voice shaky and quiet, barely audible over the normal din and noise of the prison complex. 

She swayed again, and only a death grip on the bars kept her from sliding to the floor. Her full weight rested against the wood of the door now, squishing flat against the rough and ancient wood as she tried to call out again. It took her more than one try, having to gather her strength for each attempt. Had she been poisoned? Injured by the rough treatment she’d faced? 

“H-hey! Assholes! W-where…. Hey!” She called out, and finally heard the sound of sandals on the floor, scuffing as they came closer. Yushiro snored softly behind her, shifting in his sleep as she glared up at the trio of guards who smiled at her, their expressions cold and cruel.

“What did you do to me?”

“Us? Oh, nothing much. Certainly, nothing that should have affected the great Yoruichi,” the biggest of them mocked, leaning over so his face was inches from hers. She could feel his hot breath, smelling of alcohol as it washed across her face, and it made her features twist in disgust. But she couldn’t pull back, and in fact, she found her whole body was refusing to answer her call. Her muscles had twisted and cramped, and her hands were now locked around the bars of her cell. 

“What…” she managed, and her voice was a shaky whisper. Moving was becoming impossible, her whole body locking up as warmth filled her. She felt woozy, her vision swimming as she swayed slightly, still clutching  at the door.. “You…”

“It’s just a little drug,” the man chuckled cheerfully, reaching out to pat her cheek condescendingly. His grimy fingers were stark against her cheek, pale beneath their patina of dirt as he let his digits linger, stroking her face in a way that made her skin crawl. But she couldn’t draw away, her muscles were completely frozen in place and unresponsive to her commands. She strained, as if against the greatest of enemies, and couldn’t manage to budge her fingers a single inch. 

“It’s not dangerous,” he reassured her, reaching down to his pocket and pulling out a set of keys. Yushiro stirred and then rose from his matt on the floor as the door to the siblings' cell was unlocked and dragged open with the squeal of iron on iron. “It’s just a little muscle inhibitor, we give it to the really dangerous hollows because it makes them weak, but we were curious to see what it would to do the renowned warrior.”

His grin was unbearably smug as the three strode into the cell as if they owned it, not in the least afraid of Yushiro as he watched from the corner, eyes wide as he glanced from his sister to her tormentors. The shameful, disgusting display he'd been forced to witness the other day had cowed him, and his cheek was bruised where the Hollow had slapped him away. He'd tried to help, but his sister had been so consumed by what it was doing to her that she hadn't even noticed his attempt at aid - or the way he'd been slapped down like a fly. So instead of helping, or protesting as he had during their induction to the prison, he stayed quiet. Still so stunned from watching his sister cum from a Hollow's cock that he didn't even consider going for the keys in the man's pocket as they kept her attention locked on his sister. 

“So how are you feeling?” the lead guard asked, his tone jovial and friendly as he reached out to run his hand along Yoruichi’s ass, caressing the full and soft globe with casual ownership. “We slipped you the same dosage we give those bastard Hollows down in the deep cells. The ones we can’t risk ever getting out.”

She didn’t answer, of course. Her eyes flicked back and forth between them, watching with anger and loathing but unable to move. Her whole body was completely frozen except for the thunder of her heart and the slow expansion and exhale of her lungs. She wasn’t in danger, but she couldn’t defend herself, couldn’t even open her mouth to answer them. 

“Don’t be like that!” the lead guard said, giving her ass a pat, a soft little smack of flesh on flesh. “We’re just doing our job to keep innocent people safe from criminals like you, and we thought this might be a good method. So just answer our questions, and we can be right on our way.”

They knew she couldn’t talk, they were playing with her, taunting her. Reveling in her weakness and helplessness as she glared at them with fury she couldn't express. The lesson here was nice and clear - no matter how helpless she felt, no matter how bad things were, they could always make it worse. They were in control here, not here, and there was *nothing* she could do. 

“Cat has her tongue, maybe?” one of the two lackeys suggested, and they all laughed.

“Or maybe she’s ignoring us,” the third said, sounding genuinely hurt as he laid a hand over his heart. 

In the corner of the room, Yushiro watched with wide eyes, shaking his head slightly as he watched the men circle his sister, her body hidden from view as they moved in. Pack animals dragging down a larger predator through sheer numbers. They never could have beaten her alone, but together, and in this place, she was their prey. Hands reached out, stroking along her bare thighs or cupping her ass. Grimy fingers found soft flesh to dig into, squeezing and groping as Yoruichi was forced to endure it all in silence. She couldn’t even raise her voice in defiance, couldn’t do anything at all but allow them to have her fun. 

“You know, it didn’t have to be like this,” the lead guard said, drawing his hand back and letting it crack out across Yoruichi’s ass. The soft, heavy globe bounced and wobbled, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing off the stone walls and ringing through the prison. There were distant hoots, distant growls of hunger. The prisoners were learning to recognize that sound, and sometimes it meant the dinner bell was being rung for them. 

“Yeah, you could have been nice. Could have smiled pretty for us. Let us have a little fun,” one of the others continued, his hand cracking out to smack her other cheek. His blow was harder, and it left a simmering red handprint that stung - but there was no reaction from the paralyzed woman, no defiant snarl or whimper of pain. Just silent compliance as they laid down their punishment. “But instead you had to go and break my friend’s arm.”

“Not very smart of you,” the last one rumbled, his voice deeper and with more anger in it. His hand caught one of her breasts with an ugly sound, making it bounce and clap against the other. The thin fabric of her kimono did nothing to soften the blow, and if Yoruichi had been able to move she might have cried out in pain. “But nobody ever said you were smart.”

“Just an idiot warrior too dumb to know her days were numbered,” the big man picked up. His hand lashed out again, and then again. “And that, eventually, the Soul Society would catch up and you’d be right. Where. You. Belonged.”

The last few words were timed with his blows, and he was putting the full force of his strength into it. And while the guards may not have been skilled fighters, they had their full strength here, while Yoruichi was no more than a mortal human. The punishing blows jerked her body back and forth and left ugly bruises that darkened her caramel complexion to deep purple. Even someone as used to punishment as the legendary renegade shinigami would have cried out if she’d been able. But her voice was frozen, and a tear slid silently from her watering eyes as they abused her.

“This isn’t going to get better,” the leader continued, his voice a growl as he slammed his clothed hips against her stinging, bruised ass. His hand came up to clutch her throat as he dragged his tongue along the side of her face, leaving a smear of glistening spit behind as he got close to her ear. His breath was hot and wet against her face, and his lips tickled her ear. 

“We’re going to break you, you dumb pussy-cat bitch. You might have walked into this place thinking you were hot shit, but you’re gonna crawl out of here knowing the truth. You’re just a fat-titted, empty-headed slut. And your every day is going to be hell until you accept that.” Pulling back he gave her another vicious spank that made Yushiro wince and nodded toward his companion.

The guards of the Eastern Prison may have been made up of mostly nobodies, who couldn’t cut it in a proper combat role, but that didn’t mean they were without their abilities. They were still shinigami, and greater than any mere mortal. With a clap of his hands, the third member of the group concentrated, and there was a crackling buzz as he dragged them apart to reveal snarling arcs of electricity. 

Yoruichi’s eyes watched the man as best they could, straining to look back and to the left while her head was frozen in place. She could see only a flicker of light in her peripheral vision, but she could hear the snarling buzz of electricity, and her hair was standing on end. Maybe it was for the best that she was frozen because for a moment she almost tried to beg for them to go easy on her - for them not to do this. And while no one ever heard the words slip from her mouth, she felt the shame of them anyway. 

The man lashed out with a hand, dragging fingers across her breasts and poor Yoruichi felt her whole body shake as electricity arched through her. Crawling fingers of blue sparks dancing across her skin and making frozen muscles twitch and spasm. It was the most movement she’d had since they’d drugged her, but it didn’t feel good. It was a full-body ache, and behind her silent mask she cried out, knuckles going pale as she clutched the bars even harder. 

They played with her for nearly an hour, laughing and taunting her silent form as their hands lashed out. Electricity made her body twist and contort, but never to her whims. She was a doll in their hands, and they enjoyed making her dance and shake as her brother watched, helpless in the corner. 

The worst was when the man touched a sparking finger right to her clit, the snapping static biting at the tender nub and driving a spike of agonizing pleasure straight into her brain. He held it for a moment, rubbing and working the bundle of nerves as Yoruichi’s body jerked and her back arched. Her eyes rolled up in her head as the electricity seemed to unfreeze her muscles, at least for a moment. She slumped, falling to her knees, hands dragging off the bars as she collapsed. And her voice spilled free, the first thing she’d said in over half an hour, and it was nothing more than a lusty, full-bodied moan. It was pathetic, and it made Yushiro wince, his heart aching even as disgust made him look away. Her first chance at defiance, and that was the noise she made...

The electricity cut off, and she remained there, on her knees with her head tilted back. The men laughed, and one spat down on her face. A thick wad of gooey, phlegmy spit splattering across her beautiful features and staying there with no hand to wipe it away. 

“We have time for a little fun, right?” one asked, his voice eager as his cock tented out his uniform. “She’s in the perfect spot for it, look at her! She’s just asking for it!” 

“No…. no, we got that dipshit coming from the SRDI,” the bigger man grunted, obviously unhappy about it. He was just as achingly hard as his fellows, but if they wanted to keep this sweet deal going then they couldn’t risk letting things slip in the day-to-day running of the prison. “We can come to pay her another visit when we’re done. I bet she’d like that.”

“You think? Hey, brat! You think your sister would like it if we came back later and give her the fucking she missed out on?” One of the three asked, turning to face Yushiro in the corner. The younger sibling didn’t answer right away, mumbling out something that couldn’t be heard as he hugged his legs tighter to himself. 

“What was that?”

“... she’d like that, sir,” Yushiro mumbled, staring down at the floor so he wouldn’t have to see them grin. They'd done this to him yesterday when he'd carried his sister back to their cell. But today, with his sister’s moan still ringing in his ears, it didn’t sound like a lie.

“Damn right she would. Don’t worry, pussy cat. The drug should wear off in an hour or two. Maybe you’ll be able to beg by the time we get back.” 

Letting themselves out of the cell, the trio left, laughing and joking as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. And silence laid heavy over the siblings' cell as neither looked at the other or said anything. It was the first time his sister hadn’t been able to offer a quip or a word of reassurance, and Yushiro found himself wondering if they actually would be able to get out of this. 
