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Slam.
Shiryu’s strong hands reach through the bars and pull you back hard by the hips; leather squeaking as he grips you, cell rattling as your body collides with it.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have gotten this close!
You think.
I shouldn’t have turned my back on him…
One large hand stays at your hip to hold you firmly in place, and the other slides around your shoulder towards your neck. You squeeze your eyes shut in fear.
This is it. I’m dead. He’s gonna choke me out. He’s gonna…
“Got a light?” He says, voice gravelly in your ear.
Your eyes snap open. A cigar hovers beside your face, twirling impatiently between his gloved fingers.
Oh.
You fumble in the pockets of your uniform…
Keys, cigarettes… ah! Lighter!
After a few shaky, failed clicks you manage produce a flame. The cigar sizzles as you light it, and the sound takes you back…
Shiryu was your superior once, before they locked him away down here, so you’ve known him for a long time– not intimately, of course! He’s always been far too withdrawn and intimidating to form any real connection… and besides, as Head Jailer he hardly had time to be fraternising with his employees! But regardless, he’s always intrigued you. Level 6 is hardly the most sought-after shift in Impel Down, but you jumped at the chance to take it, at the chance to see him again. And even locked in his cell, Shiryu was as formidable as ever– especially since they let him keep his uniform and cigars! For old time’s sake, you’re tempted to take out a cigarette of your own– a habit you picked up in one of your many attempts to spend a little more time with him– and light it on the end of his cigar… but would that still be appropriate?
Shiryu releases his hand from around your neck to take a long drag on his cigar, but the one on your hip remains steady in place. Not quite hurting you with his grasp, but letting you know he definitely could, if you were to try anything…
“Sir… my rounds… the other prisoners…” You stutter–
Shit, did you just call him Sir?! Force of habit.
–You're lying though, this is level 6. The last stop. You don't have any rounds left after this, and the tightening grip on your hip lets you
know
he knows that too. End of the line.
Your eyes dart around the hall looking for an excuse to break free, and a pair of yellow eyes glinting in the low light catch your eye. Prisoners in the cells across from you have started stirring. Someone’s watching you now.
“The prisoners are…” Your voice trails off as you feel his hand dip further around your hip, slipping under the hem of your dress…
What the fuck? Is this actually happening?!
It stops just short of touching you, and it takes all your strength not to moan… you’ve had a huge, obvious crush on him forever, since your first day on the job… but you never though it would actually lead anywhere!
“
Tch.
Ignore them.” Shiryu scoffs, “I know you want it.”
Your cheeks flush red, and you stand there in stunned silence.
He
still
doesn’t touch you, hand lingering so close you can almost feel it. “Show me how bad you want it.”
You glance up at the hungry eyes staring at you from the opposite cell. There’s three pairs of them now, watching you from the shadows. You turn the scene over in your head; You want him, you really want him… but do you want him desperately enough to do this here, on display for an audience of the most depraved criminals on earth? Well, you don’t have much of a choice, do you… Shiryu is locked away down here for good, where else are you gonna get a chance with him?
Fuck it…
you can't control yourself anymore. You start to desperately grind against the slick leather of his glove. You’re dripping so much that his gloved fingers slide effortlessly over your soaked panties.
“That's what I thought. Already wet for me…” He growls directly into your ear, smoke billowing out of his mouth and stinging your eyes. “Pathetic little slut. You like that?”
His tone is so commanding that you can't stop a “Yes, sir” from tumbling out of your mouth. God, how long has it been since he lost his position? You shouldn’t
still
be this submissive…
He seems to
really
like it when you call him ‘Sir’ because his fingers speed up and his pressure increases, rewarding you for your obedience. Thinking back, he’s always been like this. He seems to take a lot of pleasure in exercising his rank, even more so than your other superiors, so you always made a point to be as dutiful as possible. Not a hard task by any means, you’re very obedient by nature… but you still took pride in how promptly you always followed his orders, how well you learned to anticipate his needs… you would even click your heels as you saluted him, earning a lot of teasing from the other guards. You were the perfect, model employee in every way. It never exactly earned you his praise, but it certainly meant you avoided the punishments he would dish out on your co-workers, and you always felt a little smug about that. That
basically
meant you were his favourite, right?
A particularly loud moan escaping your mouth pulls your mind back to the present, and you realise you’re still desperately grinding against his glove. How long have you been moaning out loud? You didn’t even notice when you started… but the prisoners absolutely did. Three of them in the cell across from you– two large men, and a woman with a sharp grin– are practically squeezing themselves through the bars for a closer look. One of them is slobbering so much he’s practically created a puddle.
Yuck.
Your cheeks flush redder thinking about the display you just put on for them, but you can’t really stop yourself from moaning now.
Suddenly, his hand stops moving, firmly grabbing you so you can’t grind against it. A single finger lingers at the edge of your underwear, threatening to slip under, and you instantly go weak at the knees, only managing to keep your footing by holding onto the bars behind you. He’s barely done anything, but all those years of longing for
any
acknowledgement from him have really done their work.
“You want me inside, don’t you?” He hisses in your ear.
Inching your feet apart to spread your legs for him, you loudly moan out a “Yes sir!”
…Which doesn’t seem to be enough. Shiryu takes an agonisingly slow drag on his cigar.
Delirious with arousal, you break down begging– an incoherent stream of please-s and sir-s tumbling out of your mouth, pleading like it’s your last chance… which it very much could be! You’re not sure you’ll be allowed back down here for another shift if Magellan finds out about all this…
Shiryu chuckles, and takes his hand away completely. For a moment you’re devastated– is it just over…?
But he grabs you by the arm, pushing you around to face him. Overwhelmed, you can barely look him in the eye… not that you can
see
his eyes all that well with the brim of his cap casting a shadow over them in the already-dark cell. A strong hand grabs you by the cheeks and pulls your face around, looking you over before two large fingers start to force your jaw open. His free hand pushes down on your shoulder, cigar nearly singeing the collar of your uniform.
You must have missed exactly when he took his cock out, but you’re face-to-face with it now. It’s a little bigger than you expected– and you expected it to be pretty big! With very little warning, he rams it into your mouth so deep and you almost choke. You figured he would be rough, but it still catches you off guard. Cigar dropping to the floor, both his hands gripping your head as he thrusts in and out. Once you manage to stop choking at every thrust, you realise how much you’re enjoying it. You reach down to feel yourself, and you’re even wetter than before.
God,
you wish it wasn’t your mouth he was inside of. Every thrust of his hips makes you imagine a thrust into your pussy, and in a moment of desperation you go to slip a finger inside yourself…
His off-rhythm thrusts betray his own desperation– it’s probably been a long time since he got to do something like this. From the way his breath catches, he’s probably pretty close already…
…But he pulls himself together, pulling out of your mouth quickly. He grabs you by the arm again and drags you to your feet. It all happens so fast you can barely register what’s going on as he spins you around to take you from behind; hiking your dress up and yanking your underwear down so fast they nearly tear. You’re so wet that there’s barely any resistance when he shoves his cock in. You cry out in pleasure as you feel it stretch you open, and your knees buckle as his balls swing forward to slap against your clit in time with his thrusts.
“Ah, S…” You nearly call him by his name, but you course-correct at the last second, “Sir!”
Almost immediately, you hear him let out a low groan. His grip on your arm tightening and his other hand reaching around your neck once again– this time he
is
intent on choking. He holds you still as he pumps his seed into you, cock twitching as he fills you up. You feel dizzy.
If he’d lasted a little longer, you might have cum yourself… but unfortunately, that’s it. Shiryu pulls out, and yanks your dress back down as he practically shoves you away from him. You’re not too surprised, you hardly expected him to… what, cuddle? Even if he wasn’t locked behind bars, you couldn’t imagine that from him.
After pulling up your panties and straightening your uniform, in a display of absolutely
delusional
obedience: you reach down to pick up his cigar for him. Shiryu smirks and scoffs as you hand it to him, an amused grin on his face. It’s the most genuine expression you’ve ever seen from him, there’s almost a warmth to it. That makes you blush harder than
anything
else did. Unsure what to do next, you salute him…
Fuck! That was weird.
It was a proper salute, too… you clicked your heels and everything. One last salute for old time’s sake, maybe?
Turning to leave, the reality of your situation really hits you. Prisoners jeer from their cells, and a large man with a delirious look on his face reaches for you as you pass him, offering to ‘finish you off’ –you brush his hand off, hurrying to the elevator.
As the doors shut, you collapse back against the wall.
What the fuck are you gonna do now?
Thank god they essentially lock people up to forget about them down there, you were the only guard in sight as you did your rounds. You really hope the prisoners can keep a secret… maybe they will in hope they’ll get to see another show.
Straightening up, you become very aware of the secret that’s currently dripping out of you, soaking your panties.
And the secret that might be growing inside you right now.