The M C P Ch 01

"The McCarthy-Prison, huh ...?" the coxswain said, as he steered the boat through the rough sea, "one of the harshest prisons in the world." he mused thoughtlessly.

"Why would a pretty little face like you be sent there?"

"Suck a fat one." came as an abrupt answer out of the containment vessel. "What do you care about that, you old fart?"

The old man scratched his beard. Being honest, he really didn't care why she was being sent there, after all, she was just another prisoner to him. Yet, he also wasn't a naive young man anymore, so he had a pretty good idea of what had probably happened as to why she was being sent there.

Scratching his beard again, a chuckle escaped his old mouth. The bitch had no idea what she's in for.

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Kathrine Wilkins sat on the edge of her wooden bench. Her small cell was dark and grimy since the only source of light came from a glass opening in the front, which gave her a brief sight of the old coxswain. The other openings in the ceiling and the backside were currently closed. To her right were some skimpy clothes, if you could even call them that, that she was ordered to wear - which seen by her nakedness Kathrine obviously refused.

As the boat took another turn, she could feel her massive DD tits wobble, what admittedly made her a bit horny again.

Kath was a 27-year-old piece of pure sex. Her long golden blonde hair reached over her muscular back, down to her wide hips and onto her buxom white ass. Unlike most girls her age, she was incredibly fit, with her stomach ripped, only being covered by a fine layer of fat, making it look horrendously feminine. Standing at 5"7, her creamy, toned legs seemed to never end. In between them was a of course shaved pussy with two wide, fleshy pink lips and a pronounced girlish clit, that seemed to be gaping all the time (and wet most of the time). Her huge udders defied gravity and held up her big areolas, that ended in two a bit more than index finger thick nipples. Even their openings were wide and obviously visible.

Yet for all her outer beauty, Kath was a hardcore slut and an even greater bitch. Or ungrateful for that matter.

Being notorious for her one-night stands, she was already well known and highly lusted after at her 18th birthday. Yet the rumors the hung high school jocks were spreading about her, were nothing in comparison to the sexual misadventures she went on to have afterwards. Trophy wife, prostitute, and pain slut. That was the life she was living. But that lifestyle brought upon a few consequences of which some even ended with nights in prison.

Most of her crimes were sexual in nature, and if there had been a contest for most obscene behavior, she would always come out victorious. From beating up and humiliating small dicked men to getting beaten up and abused herself, Kath had done it all - and had fucking loved every second of it. For any uninvolved bystander, it should have been no surprise, that the high court had finally declared her an outcast from society for all her, from their perspective, delinquent acts. The bigger surprise was, that it took them as long as it did.

Not that she cared. Her fingers were already fingering and fucking her asshole again, while the other hand was squeezing her perky tits and twisting the almost inch long nipples to a dark red color. Swells of girl cum squirted from her cunt, covering her toned thighs in the sticky fluid.

Screams of orgasm could be heard over the dead sea and through the night, as the boat came closer and closer to its destination.

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"997, 998, 999 aaand 1000!" counted a female voice out of the speaker above him. "10 minutes break you guys." the now suddenly almost seductive voice purred.

Rex put his 150 kg bench press weight back over him and stood up. His muscles ached, but as he knew, it was a compulsory portion of the day to day life in this godforsaken prison. The sweat was dripping from his naked bulging torso, over his ripped abs and onto his toned legs. No clothes, besides shoes for the outside, situational assessors, and a skin-tight boxer short, that had a custom-tailored opening for his genitals, were allowed in this place, yet like most he ditched the shorts, as he preferred to workout naked. Feeling the cold, clean wood on his feet was a feeling one would get used to, or in some cases, even enjoy.

His attention shifted back from the edges of the gym to the center. Maybe he could be one of the firsts today, if he hurried.

Quickly he increased his pace, but his most remarkable trait, swinging between his legs, seemed displeased with the change in motion. Heavily his massive yet flaccid glans bashed into his lower thigh, close to his kneecap with a hefty swing. Rex casually scratched his trimmed pubic bone, which prompted the adjacent foreskin to jump up a bit.

In the beginning, it had often hurt to walk or even run naked. Especially after the first few phases, his inner thighs and knees were constantly sore and bruised. Back then the cardio training in here was hell.

Another loud smack pulled him out of his day dreaming, as he walked with long steps towards the table centrally positioned in the room. It was not the pain of his apple thick glans bashing against what he assumed to be layers upon layers of horn skin. It was the sound. Or rather the smacking sounds of him and his cohorts. The irregular sound began intensifying, as the 50 or so inmates got up from their respective equipment and flocked to the large buffet-like desk in the middle of the rather sizeable gym hall, to get their prescribed dose of protein, vitamins and whatever else was in those shakes they were provided with.

The inmates themselves were quite diverse in their ethnicity. Blacks, Asians, Whites, Latinos, and everything in-between were amongst them. Some were tall, some were short, but all of them, regardless of their body type, looked stupidly masculine and muscular. With no exception, everyone in this hall was possessing a fully developed six pack with heavy chest muscles, broad shoulders, and muscular legs to boot. The whole workout plaza looked like any woman's wet dream - a multitude of sexy, manly supermen, each handsome enough to be the next "sexiest man alive" in their own right. Yet there was still one more detail, which would have instantly soaked any panties harder than the Niagara Falls - namely their mind-numbing, freakishly oversized genitals. The smallest of them ended around their kneecaps, but were still more akin to the veiny, pumped up upper arm of a bodybuilder with a massive bulbous glans attached to it.

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Today Rex actually managed to be at the forefront of people, who reached the black, presumably wooden table. For the first time this week it was his turn to rest his giant appendage on the table. He wasn't the biggest in here by far - the prison inhabited men so hung, that they would put the biggest of stallions to shame - but even standing still, and especially without something to restrict it, his massive flaccid girth, pushed up by his constantly swollen balls, caused him a lot of problems. If the prison's administration wouldn't have kept such a close eye on their inmates' bodily proportions and adjust their workouts accordingly, bowlegs would have been inevitable. In any case, resting his oversized cock on the table felt like a treat, and his already exhausted abs could rest from the heavy strain his meat put on them. Others around him did the same, but even though the table was rather large, it took only a few men to fill the free space between the bottles with penis. Rex leaned forward, reaching for one of the one-liter bottles filled with some combination of supposed energy drinks and protein shakes, grabbed it, and began to empty the content of the black flask into his mouth. It burned down his throat with a bitter taste, quickly making space for a sweeter, more delicious flavor. He suppressed a slight burp, as his stomach grumbled softly. God knows what they were feeding them. The only thing he knew was, that it made their muscles hard and their cocks harder. Speaking of, he could feel his cock grow as a response to whatever he just had ingested. Rex sighed. All part of the usual drill.

Slowly he withdrew from the table, carefully maneuvering his hardening monster out of his corner. While Rex turned around, thoughtful of the over a foot-long semi-hard weapon of mass destruction between his legs, he could witness the same problem around him. Left, right and center already huge flaccid cocks grew to their stupidly oversized semi-hard state. One had to wonder how a human body could supply such a massive amount of blood ...

"Hey R.!" a deep voice called. Rex turned his head, still absently minded, looking at the human giant waving, what seemed to be his second bottle (as his first was empty in his other hand), in front of his face.

"Hey! Earth to Rex. Anyone there?" the blonde, hulking man proclaimed, tipping him on the shoulder. Rex had to blink.

"Ah, finally. Seems like you were daydreaming about my physique again."

Rex snorted, condescendingly pointing at his bottles. "Don't you know that this stuff shrinks your brain Seamus?"

"Oh, so that's why you've become such a retard over the years?" Seamus retorted with a stern face.

Rex returned his stern, almost hostile stare, with an equally as emotionless look. Both men looked each other directly into the eyes, seemingly a hair drop close to starting a fight.

"Seamus, you old son of a bitch!" Rex suddenly exclaimed, his expression changing to a mischievous grin.

"Rex you cheeky bastard!" his opponent announced, meeting his muscular hand in a manly, muscle flexing handshake.

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"I've never seen you around here Seam." Rex began, as they were across the room, towards the now empty gym equipment. "Have they finally got you?"

"No, no." the blonde giant laughed. "I am still 100% innocent. At least when it comes to official records."

"So, what? Have you fucked the president's daughter?"

Seamus looked directly at Rex and paused. "The military brought me here."

His demeanor was dead serious, but Rex could only laugh.

"Have you perhaps finally managed to get into the panties of the sarge's daughter? Took you long enough!"

Seamus didn't even flinch. "No. I was enlisted here for medical reasons. We had an accident."

The taunting expression on Rex's face suddenly vanished, when he heard the phrase "accident". He knew what it meant to have an "accident". They were all professionals. They made no mistakes, so "accident" became the euphemism for when a mission went straight to hell.

HQ's Intel was accidentally insufficient or wrong, a squad vanished on an accident, etc. Something had gone wrong.

"What happened?" he asked worried, sitting down on a workout bench behind him.

Seamus took his seat opposite of him. "We were stationed in Terradel'mor, safeguarding some cargo. No idea what it was. Only thing we knew was its importance to the government." he sighed for a moment, taking a sip from his bottle. "Sarge didn't even know what it was. The higher ups had paid a hefty sum extra for us not to know."

Rex kept listening eagerly. Usually when they were hired, it was to ensure secrecy and direction. The fact, that someone was willing to pay a lot extra, either meant a paranoid bureaucrat in the government had fucked up really hard, or the cargo was on an international level.

"We were on the run after that. The next three weeks we travelled from city to city. Never anything traceable." he sighed. "Somehow they still found us."

"They?" Rex interjected.

"No idea who they were. Two days before our delivery point our first convoy got hit. Out of the blue. Boom. 12 men gone. Somehow, we had been surrounded. It took them barely 10 minutes to overrun us."

"How did you survive then?"

"I was left for dead." Seamus replied. "Mortally wounded. But the Major told me about a facility. They could fix me up again." he said. "So, I ended up here."

"Fuck." Rex hissed, at least trying to show some compassion. He wasn't trained for empathy.

"How long have you been here, Seam?"

"All in all? Maybe half a year. But I got released into house B yesterday. Doubt they knew we know each other."

"Probably." Rex scratched his chin. Or maybe they expected them to run into each other. One could never know with this place. "Listen, I'm gonna grab another drink and then we can catch up." he said, already walking towards the now way less crowded table. The conversation somehow had been really exhausting and he just needed to get away for a moment. He could have never imagined his unit failing. All of them were at the peak of human abilities. Especially Seamus.

He had always been a giant of a man. Easily two meters tall and strong as a bear, and yet, even though, Rex had not seen him for at least two or three years, he had gotten even more massive. Seamus probably had to walk side wards through a door, and if that tool had always been even half of that size originally, it was no wonder why the girls flocked to him like moths to the sun.

Reaching the iron table Rex grabbed another one of the one-liter bottles, yet he could barely take two sips before another female opened up and exclaimed through the speakers:

"House B is ordered to MP6 for collection."

Rex rolled his eyes. So much for catching up. At least they had around five minutes of walking then.

Quickly Rex made his way back through the gym, walking against the masses streaming out through the exits. His House B was rather sizeable, being one of 5 Houses, that, in turn kept around a sixth of the 500-something inmates. Furthermore, each house was broken down into blocks, housing again around a fifth of the house.

Seamus being in this very gym likely meant, that he was a part of House B as well, maybe even his own block.

Rex finally reached the corner, in which he and his comrade had been sitting, but there was no sign of Seamus. His friend had always followed orders extremely well, so Rex figured he'd made his way to the court already.

"So much for catching up", muttered, before turning his head and began his own walk to the court.

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Entering the enormous court five minutes later gave him a cold shudder. It always did. Looking around him, he stared at the imposing yet somewhat alluring hall that was the MP6 court but couldn't see Seamus anywhere. What he did see though, was a huge, factory like, yet symmetrical, round court with tens of strange looking devices, nicely called "mares", alongside the walls.

These "mares", at least that how they were called by the inmates, were nothing more than a milking device for their overly large cocks, solely made for the collection of their cum. In the middle of the court stood a towering device, dubbed the cumtainer, which was empty for now.

"Attention!" the speaker shouted, ripping Rex from his dreaming, "Get yourself to a collector and start pumping!"

The procedure was already normal to him, so he casually went to a collector close to the northern entrance, from which some of the nurses streamed into the court. They were brought here to watch over the whole act, but most importantly they served as jerk off material, since they were all fully naked and looking like a combination of the filthiest whores and the most beautiful of goddesses. Point in case, everybody, who wasn't already pent up, got hard as steel, as soon as they began roaming the court, their round tits bouncing alongside their tight, yet well filled asses, kissing each other and burying their heads into their already floating cunts. They made quite the act and thus one would not only hear the nurses moan like pornstars. Joining them were they grunts of male sexual delight, the bashing of apple sized balls against synthetic flesh and even the cracking of some collectors under the battering assault of thick and veiny cock meat.

Soon Rex could make out the first grunts of orgasm, yet even though he knew what was happening, he could not see how their balls clenched, how they became even thicker for a moment, stretching the collector further, before they unloaded liters of cum each, after which they just kept pumping.

The massive containment tank in the middle of the grey court, slowly began revealing its purpose, filling with the cum of their very first orgasms. The initial liters gushed into it, and like a river the thick white sperm was already closing in on the 10-liter mark. Slowly but steady the drain came to a halt yet the orgy continued. All of the inmates knew that they had to fill the requirement of at least 75 to 100 liters of fresh cum, which was demanded by the head administry. Otherwise, they would feel multiple sorts of, let's say uncomfortable, punishments. Luckily for them it seems as no one would face any severe punishments for the next months. All their bodies were more or less ripped, even though some were already 70 years or older, their cocks hung low and ranged all from 14 to 19 inches, with various girths up to 13 inches. Additionally, their balls were stacked like a teenage slut often reaching the size of apples and even small melons. Naturally, one would have seen the veins bulging around their shafts and their fat mushroom heads, if they were not buried deep inside some synthetic cunt with the goal to harvest their cum.

As always, the situation began escalating more and more, and although the court had no ceiling, a thick mist of sexual scent began manifesting around the participants. It drilled itself inside their heads, so much so that even the professionally trained nurses lost all form of self-control, initiating hardcore battles of scissoring, whilst their heads were locked between two legs and about to be drowned by pussy juice. Others started focusing on the males and began kissing the inmate's muscular bodies or were deep down, sucking on their virile balls through the thin skin, even though they were prohibited to do so. Most of them still remembered an especially bold (and slutty) nurse, who used to have mind-blowing sex with some of the specimen ... until the headnurse of house S found out about it. Furious about the breach of one - if not the - most important rule, she stopped the sexual activity of house S for a whole week. Pent up as they were she finally allowed them to unleash their frustration upon this special nurse, which resulted in a gangbang that took close to a whole week. Her punishment was put on display and most of the nurses were forced to watch it for at least 3 hours a day.

Afterwards she was put in the nursery hall as a warning for the others to not dare breaking the rules themselves.

The poor thing sat there, imprisoned in a gloryhole and pregnant multiple times over, for another 2 weeks, only being able to survive from the cum donated through the holes and some occasionally snuck in loaf of bread.

"Kind of a double standard." Rex thought to himself, since it was an open secret that the headnurses constantly got their way with the inmates of house S. More often than not they even fucked and sucked themselves into, what amounted to basically raping themselves, something that came close to the combination of a geyser and a stroke.

It quickly dawned on him, that they were probably envious about their precious studs and apparently bimbofying orgasms. Yet the thought barely remained, as a cute blonde nurse suddenly snuck up behind him and began licking his asshole, all the while firmly grabbing his mango sized sperm tanks.

His monster meat started to throb, bulging even thicker veins and engorging his orange like cockhead beyond its current state, even beginning to twitch involuntarily and uncontrollably with each thrust, but the orgasmic relief seemed out of reach. Luckily, the bratty slut quickly caught on and became even more brazen, now completely ramming her whorish tongue into him. Reaching forward, she pulled some inches out of his mare prop, just to stop it in its thrusts and feverishly pump the free inches of his bull cock. Pushing herself towards him, her huge tits firmly squeezed around his muscular legs, with her nipples stinging into his flesh. Her toned milky thighs opened, pressing the pink cunt against the floor in a humping motion, flooding it in the process.