Chaos, debauchery, . About what I expected, really.

You and your pair of leashed bitches enter the prison and walk through the halls, seeing signs of **** and **** all around. Blood streaks some of the walls and floors and there are bodies, guards and prisoners alike, littered here and there. It seems that the prisoners you'd loosed on the prison had taken to the task you'd given them with the sort of homicidal gusto you would have expected. It made you smile with pride to know that, when convicts put their mind to it, they could do anything. Well, kill anything, anyway.

Though it wasn't just **** you came upon as you also would come upon certain rooms in the prison, places that had perhaps once been living quarters for guards or scientists or storage rooms, where convicts had triumphed and were enjoying the spoils of battle. Meaning there was a whole lot of fucking going on. In one room, you were treated to the sight of a lone female scientist surrounded by a group of convicts. Her clothes were torn off and her naked body was already covered with cum, but she was still being used like a fuck toy, cock filling every hole and in each hand. Her eyes were glazed over at that point as a convict slammed himself into her mouth over and over and two others were driving themselves into her overused and abused ass and pussy. She was barely even reacting anymore, only soft groaning breaths leaving her as she was fucked so savagely and a convict jerked himself to completion over her already semen-stained tits.

In another room, two convicts were each fucking a guard, one a male and the other female. They had them positioned rather interestingly though as the convict with the male guard was fucking him doggy-style while the female guard was laid out beneath him. This made it so that the male guard's cock was shoved into her gaping mouth while the other convict ravaged her cunt with abandon. You could hear the female guard's muffled cries from beneath the tangle of bodies while the male guard was sobbing in pain and humiliation. Though, occasionally, those sounds were muffled by the convict fucking the female guard pulling out of her pussy to shove his cock into the male guard's mouth to shut him up for a time.

Such scenes of debauchery were occurring all through the prison and you couldn't help but grin at that, even as your two bitches cowered slightly away from the scenes. Especially when convicts would look your way and cheer for you before eyeing the two guards you had leashed and covered in your cum. You, however, would warn the gazes away with a hard glare, causing the convicts to turn away and go back to their own distractions while you maintained hold on your claimed bitches. The pair seemed almost grateful for that and that made you laugh to yourself. Grateful to be claimed by the guy in charge instead of being gang-banged by groups of ****, angry convicts. What a life the two had now. It was hilarious. Especially when you took into account the fact that you were probably going to let other convicts have a go at them when you were tired of them anyway.

You kept that to yourself, though, as you walked through the prison as though touring it. Every so often, you would come upon pockets of guards hiding and trying to survive and you'd make short, bloody work of them. This often left your two bitches more terrified then ever, but that was also a good thing. It reinforced the fact that, if they crossed you, they would be well and royally fucked. And not in the good way that had them panting like cum-hungry sluts. No,rather it would be in the torn apart and left in a gory heap way.

They seemed to have that in mind and that was probably why, when Bitch 2 spoke out when you passed a certain door, his voice was stammering and shivery. "Th-this room. Th-this was the m-main lab. There...there should be things in th-there you'd want to see.", he stammered out and you stopped to look at the heavy metal door with its keypad next to it.

"Huh. Good call, Bitch 2.", you say and he seems almost happy at the praise, though it is probably more relief than actual joy.

"I c-can open it, if you need me to.", Bitch 1 chimes in, but you shake your head at her.

"Don't need ya to. I got this.", you say and, with a grunt, you kick out at the door and send it flying off of it's frame and into the room beyond, "See? They don't make security doors like they used to, huh?"

You laugh at your own comment as you duck under the doorway and enter the lab, pulling the two ex-guards along behind you as you go.