The Prison Bunny

"Acting Grand Master."

"Henri. You are working late tonight."

"Its about the time for my last watch. Here for your usual inspection, Grand Master?"

"Yes. As always. Can never be too careful."

The young knight leads the way down the stone corridor past the second checkpoint. Jean, still dressed and ready in her signature white and blue ensemble, trails a short distance behind him. They pass all manner of stone and wooden fixtures with lit lanterns lining both sides of the walls for a good minute or so, past the other corridors that led to the other individual cells in the block.

"All has been quiet. The new inmates are behaving. Rather odd since they made so much of a ruckus coming down here."

"Good. They will be settling in for a while now that they have been sentenced. Maybe they finally decided that it was useless for them to keep resisting."

"Better for me and the day shift guards then.... Though, I still don't quite understand why you insist on taking this watch yourself so often. This'll be about the third time now, for the past week. Forgive my bluntness, but there must be more important things to do than prison guard duty."

"What would that be?"

"Sleep, for one. Its rather late."

"Trust me. This group needs some extra attention after what they tried to pull at Springvale. My presence at this hour will help remind them of why they are here."

As the knight silently accepted her response, he inserted and turned the key to the far steel door. Only Jean walks in.

"Here you go, Grand Master."

"Thank you, Henri. Remember. No need to open the door for me later. No one must enter under any circumstances, and I must be seen getting out myself."

"Still an odd plan, but as you say..."

The door closes, and the light of the outside no longer illuminated most of the wide cell chamber with no windows. With a flick of her wrist and a subtle glow of her Vision, she commands the wind to redirect all manner of sound from escaping. As an added measure, the wind also kept the door behind her tightly shut. She strides straight onward, making only two steps before the shadows in the corners of the room begin to move. From the darkness came three tall and robust looking men, standing slightly taller than her. They surround her immediately, with her in between, perfectly still and unflinching.

The largest one among them grinned, "Welcome back...."

She would have responded to the look of defiance with a few choice words, but her hands were already moving, gripping the full masted 9 inches of two of the men flanking her, over the tents on their linen prison pants. Her mask breaks into an uncharacteristic smirk as she begins stroking them. Her fingers drop to feel up the size of their balls. Nice, big, and very full.