Into the Dungeon

Mina sulked all the way to the hold. The guards let her passed all the checkpoints. Mina had been on this boat longer than most of them had. She was kind of a little sister to many of them; and often visited her father in his office, which was deep within the vessel. Mina descended the stout ladder all the way down to deck 4, the holding deck, and turned to face the row of cells. Ten cells to each side with one to three prisoners per cell, just barely wide enough to be out of reach.

Mina took a deep breath. She wanted to know why her father had given his and her lives to these people; these crazies. The walkway was dark with the occasional pool of light from an overhead. She heard the moans and ramblings of the inmates as she turned to walk down the corridor.

The first three cells on this level were empty, she saw. The forth; however, housed something she didn't think she'd ever seen: a woman. The woman was perhaps 30 years old with black hair and a beautifully wicked face. Mina vaguely recalled the story of the Melbourne Mamba who killed no less that 14 men after luring them into seedy alleyways with a promise of sex that fit this woman's description. Unlike most of the other cells, she had no cellmate.

Cells 5-11 held the normal rambling and mumbling weirdos, but it was when she got to cell 12 that she jumped with a fright. "C'mere!" he said through gritted teeth. Mina ducked backward away from his outstretched hand through the bars. He had immaculate abs and a well chiseled chest and shoulders, she saw; even if the look in his eye was mad beyond description. "We got a plan for you...oh yes..." he said, pulling his thick, pulsing cock out. Her eyes went from his rugged face, down his heavily tattooed torso, onto the long, throbbing cock.

Mina stopped. She didn't know why, but she stopped in front of Cell 12. She watched the thick, hard cock pulse and pulse until it was erect. The inmate seemed oblivious to it; jutting out from between the bars. Mina felt odd. Not bad, odd. She staired at that veiny, thick cock; and thought about it before she said:

"And what is this plan?" as she walked forward, her vaginal wall a mere two inches and one pair of yoga pants from the twitching member jutting through the bars. Mina bit her lip, and stepped closer. She felt the wild inmate grind forward, his cockhead touching her. She thought back to the last TEN YEARS her father had dragged her out on this boat, shielding her from the "cargo", and grimaced as she felt a thick, warm thing press against her....