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**Stoerosov** · 09-17-2009

Originally Posted by trish

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About the last Leviath picture… On this page we can find mini satellite story for this picture… Here it is…

Futanari Supermax Correctional Facility by Leviath

The sound of the closing chain link fence behind him as Ezekiel dragged his chains shackled to his ankles on the concrete path made the reality of his situation more lucid. Ezekiel didn't know what to expect. His life as an orphan living on the streets prepared him somewhat. He knew not to cry or show any kind of weakness and to never snitch, never snitch on another inmate or on one of the Correctional Officers.

Ezekiel tried to bring his hands up to his face to wipe away a tear welling in his eye before it streamed down his cheek but couldn't. This hands were cuffed to a loop of chain around his waist. It was hard to keep in lock step since the prisoners in front and behind him were tall leggy women. The prison population over crowding problem is the reason why he is being sent to serve time in a Futanari Supermax rather than a Shotacon Supermax. The Board of Corrections said "close enough".

The line of prisoners suddenly halted as they came to the door and Ezekiel had his head facing down to try to make the tear drip off his lower eye lashes so he wasn't paying attention. He walked face first into the buttocks of the 19 year old Futanari in front of him staining the bright orange skin tight prison issued short shorts with his tear. The Dickgirl turned around and grimaced at him menacingly.

"How dare you you little pervert. Just for that, I'm going to take your fruit cup."

"NO TALKING!" Yelled a Corrections Officer wearing navy blue skin-tight latex hip hugging short shorts and a high cut sky blue latex shirt revealing so much of her midriff that the bottom half of both her tits save for her areolas were completely exposed.

Ezekiel looked at the CO and was astonished by the massive cock that protruded out through one of the sleeves of her latex short shorts. The girl in front of him faced forward and rolled her eyes at the Correction Officer.

There was a buzzing noise coming from the two doors at the end of the concrete path and the doors opened. The line of prisoners chained together walked in lock step, with the exception of Ezekiel who was yanked along awkwardly. As he passed by the two guards standing on either side of the prison entrance, Ezekiel felt a hand on his ass holding his whole buttock. The hand immediately retracted when he spun his head around to see who had molested him. All he saw was a CO smiling at him who then high fived the other CO next to her.

"You are all here because you have been found guilty of using, possessing, trafficking, and/or selling illicit gene editing technology. Here at Futa Super Max, you will spend your sentence thinking about how you wronged society for said crimes. There will be no drugs, no yelling, no fighting, and no fucking. Everyone here is expected to work, keep their house clean, and exercise regularly. Are there any questions?" is the speech another CO gave that seemed like she had given a hundred times before. No one spoke, they just sat on a long bench as another CO pulled the single chain that connected to the belts around the waists of all the prisoners in the line away, freeing them from each other.

Just as the CO was about to move on to the next part of her drill, Ezekiel spoke up. "We're going to live in houses?"

"Your house is the cage you are going to live in, meaning 'Housing Unit', which is just a fancy term for prison cell. Moving on..."

The other prisoners giggled at his naivety. Ezekiel just realized how much of a fresh fish he looked like for having asked such a dumb question.

"You will each be assigned a sponsor who will show you the ropes of living in Futa Supermax Correctional Facility." droned the CO.

Each new inmate had their name called and was greeted by a resident inmate who’s name was also called. Ezekial was last called and the resident inmate "Chandra" was called to greet him.

"Which god did I please?" Chandra said to herself aloud.

"Huh?" Ezekiel replied puzzled by the strange question.

Ezekiel looked up at the orange haired Venus standing before him trying not to stare at her massive 9 inch cock that was springing to turgidity inches in front of his face. It hung out freely from the opened zipper of her black PVC hip hugging short shorts which were at least buttoned to keep from falling down. Her top was just a wife beater that had the bottom tucked through the top revealing up to the bottom half of her size D cup breasts.

As a CO unlocked the shackles from Ezekiel’s wrists and ankles, Chandra put her hand on the top of his head and tussled his hair. “You are just the cutest thing. Don’t worry, I’ll watch your back- that is, as long as you watch mine.”

Ezekiel felt a wave of relief to see such a kind face telling him that someone was going to protect him and be his friend so soon. The words she spoke to Ezekiel just then were exactly the words she knew he wanted to hear. Chandra placed her hand on his lower back and guided him to their housing unit. As they walked she steadily slid her hand down until her fingers were inside the back of his prison-issued bright orange pants. It made him a little uncomfortable but he was still calming down from his nervousness since he felt like he found someone to be his big sister. Ezekiel forced a smile which only made Chandra’s exposed dick throb.

Chandra opened the door to her housing unit and let Ezekiel walk in. “Welcome home” she said. “I have the top bunk” she quickly added in a very serious tone.

Ezekiel set down his prison issued blankets, pillow, soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, and bathroom tissue on the mat on a what looked like a concrete box against the left wall of the housing unit. Chandra had decorated the cell with posters of nude women, some with cocks and some with pussies. It smelled a little sweaty and dank like a New York subway tunnel. There was an improvised clothes line with various thongs, nylons, arm-length latex gloves, bras, crotchless panties, and hot pants hanging from it clipped on the line with paper binders. There was a television that had a plastic housing that was transparent and a small radio on top of it. There were also dildos and surrogate pussies arranged on a shelf among bottles of oil and personal lubricant. The room was painted off-white but there were yellowish stains all the walls and even the ceiling. The toilet had a sink built into the top of it and a mirror above that. There was a small drain in the middle of the room and a ventilation grate in the middle of the ceiling with a florescent light next to it. The window was a long narrow rectangle in the wall opposite the door which had a single bar running down the middle of it.

Chandra showed him how to make his bed all the while her large fleshy member dangled and swung freely. Ezekiel was conscious of it but since Chandra, all the other inmates, and the Correctional Officers didn’t acknowledge it, he tried to ignore it instinctively trying to fit in as quickly as possible. He guessed it was because since the pants are so tight there was no way she could contain her cock and balls in them.

“As a gift of hospitality, I’m going to give you some clothes to wear. After all, you don’t want to look like a total newbie wearing those prison issue clothes.” Chandra said in the friendliest of tones.

Ezekiel smiled. “Really? But wait, I don’t have any money because I’m an orphan. I wont be able to repay you.”

“Don’t worry about it E-Z, like I said, it’s a gift.”

‘E-Z?’ Ezekiel asked again with the confused look on his face which made Chandra’s meat stand.

“It’s my nickname for you. E-Z, short for Ezekiel.” Chandra winked.

Ezekiel felt more of the pacifying comfort of a friend. Being given a nickname clued to him that maybe it wont be so bad. He’s been in prison for only a few minutes and he’s already being given a nickname.

Chandra licked her lips and gripped her cock in her fist. “Get naked while I get your clothes.” She knelt down and reached into a shelf in the side of the concrete bed with one hand and pulled out a ball of multi-colored fabrics. Most noticeable, something with a rainbow pattern.

Ezekiel took off his shoes and socks but stopped and simply stood there too ashamed to continue.

“Don’t be shy. We are going to be cellees for a long time and we’re also going to shower together, so you might as well get it out in the open right away.” Chandra said in a comforting tone as she threw the fabric on top of his mat.

Ezekiel hesitated and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. Chandra knelt down and tore open his shirt causing the buttons to pop off. She quickly stripped the preteen boy completely naked as he stood their blushing. It was so fast and he didn’t want to offend his new friend that he didn’t resist or cover himself. She made him turn around as she groped his body with one hand and stroked her own cock with the other.

Ezekiel walked out of the door wearing the very cute outfit of one rainbow patterned thigh-high sock on one leg and another black and pink striped thigh-high sock on the other leg and no shoes. On his arms he wore arm-length fingerless black gloves. His bottoms were PVC pink short shorts and his top was a fishnet tank top.

The cacophony outside the cell of the other prisoners talking suddenly fell silent. There was almost an in-unison sound of fabric sliding against skin from a hundred heads turning at once. A catcall was made by someone in the sea of faces on the ground floor as he stood there in his faggoty ensemble near the hand rail along the second tier of housing units. He was already blushing and somehow blushed even more.

“You can come back in now. See, that wasn’t so bad. Everyone here dresses sexy.” Chandra said reassuringly.

Ezekiel just looked ashamed and embarrassed for having been shown off like a piece of meat. Chandra placed her hand on the back of his head pulled him near pressing his face against her belly as her warm throbbing cock pulsated against his fishnetted chest. “Don’t worry, E-Z, if someone tries to bully you, just come to me and I’ll set them straight.”

Ezekiel was again relieved by his new big sister though simultaneously felt weird because of his cell mate’s growing cock rubbing against the middle of his almost bare chest.

After a few hours sitting while watching hardcore porn as Chandra set beside Ezekiel stroking her cock while petting the hair on Ezekiel’s head while he just sat awkwardly. a buzzer sounded. “Come on, E-Z, it’s lunch time.”

Ezekiel and Chandra exited their house and stood to wait for their prisoner number to be accounted for by the CO. All the doors on the tier simultaneously locked and everyone on the tier walked down the stairs and into the mess hall. Ezekiel sat next to Chandra with their trays of food. Chandra chatted and laughed with some other prisoners, all of whom were dickgirls. She introduced Ezekiel to her friends and they each greeted him and flirted with him by tussling his hair, touching his lips with their fingers, pinching his exposed nipples through the fishnet tank top, and rubbing their smooth long legs against his under the table. One of the dickgirls, Shelly, even rubbed her bare foot against his crotch almost giving him a foot job through his PVC hot pants. Ezekiel said nothing and did nothing but blush again and gulp.

He was about to dig into his tray of fish sticks, peas and carrots, carton of juice, and 2 slices of bread when all of Chandra’s friends took the tray and divided the food up amongst each other leaving him with an empty piece of plastic. Ezekiel grabbed Chandra’s arm and before he could ask her for help she spoke “Don’t worry, E-Z, you’ll get plenty to eat later tonight. This way you’ll have plenty of room for what we are going to feed you.” The crowd of dickgirls all laughed and grinned. Ezekiel said nothing and did nothing while the girls at the table continued to tease him with their feet and hands under the table.

Later that night it was already lights out and Ezekiel still didn’t have anything to eat. At dinner time, Ezekiel had his food taken from him again by Chandra and the others. His stomach was growling and Chandra was limiting how much water he could drink from the sink. After about fifteen minutes, a guard opened the door to their cell. This guard had her 12 inch cock protruding through the sleeve of her pants. Her inner thighs were sticky with precum. “It’s feeding time.” said Chandra.

Story continued here: www.hentai-foundry.com/chapter-5980.html