Yeah, but it's occupied when I get there.

Your two eager (or as eager as they can be when motivated by fear and a burgeoning semen addiction) bitches lead the way through the hallways once more. Again, as you move through the corridors of the prison, you are greeted to the sight of prisoners pretty much having their run of the place. It seems that there are even fewer pockets of fighting now and most, if not all, of the guards and scientists have been either killed or subdued. Of course, there were also a number of prisoners that had fallen in the melee, but that didn't much matter to you. If they died, that just meant they weren't worth shit anyway and you didn't need them hanging around after you get off this island.

The ones that do remain, however, are in the midst of violating whatever scientist or guard they could get their hands on in any number of violent and obscene way they can and these scenes cause your two ex-guard prison bitches to stay close to you. It seems that, to them, you are the lesser of two evils. Meaning they make the choice that getting fucked by one super-powered fucker who seems inclined to keeping them alive is preferable to being gang-banged by a bunch of lustful, angry prisoners who would probably see them dead after they were done with them. It's a good choice for now, but you wouldn't say it was the best plan in the long-run. After all, who knew when you'd get tired of them and decide to toss them to the dogs or just fuck them to death yourself?

That was a thought for later, though, as the pair lead the way to a pair of double doors that they open up and hold open for you to walk through. You can't help but feel a bit pleased by being treated like a VIP, having people open doors for you and shit, and it shows as you swagger into the locker room the doors lead to. It is a rather standard locker room, like any number anybody who had been to a gym would see. Lockers, benches and a corridor that leads around to what you assume are the showers. It looks like the usual wide open shower room, no stalls just a wide open space. The usual "don't drop the soap" sort of place.

Speaking of, as you put down your own uprooted locker and lean it against a row of smaller, regular lockers, you hear the telltale sound of water running and flesh slapping against flesh echoing against the tile walls that speaks of a good old fashioned shower fucking. You're familiar with that sound, either as a witness to or the giver of said fucking (as you had fought hard to make sure you were never the recipient), and an amused grin comes to your face as you make your way from the locker room and round the corner that leads into the shower to see who it is. Probably a prisoner with a guard or something, you assume as you walk over.

You were close. It's definitely a prisoner, an older grizzled looking con with a scraggly beard and stringy hair that falls down to his wiry shoulders, but it's not a guard or scientist he has. Instead, you see that it is another prisoner with his jumpsuit stripped down to his ankles and his ass in the air currently being stuffed with the old prisoner's cock. And, as you look closely, you realize said prisoner receiving the ass-fucking is none other than the big mouthed asshole who'd tried to talk big when you'd been recruiting the prisoners to your side. Seeing that makes you give a laugh and the prisoner doing the fucking looks your way in an almost casual fashion, his hips never stopping as he continues taking his pleasure from the barely conscious younger convict's ass.

"Oh. Hey there, big man. How's it hangin'?", he remarks, sounding like you were just bumping into each other on the street or in a coffee shop somewhere instead of in a shower where he has his cock shoved in another guy's asshole.

"Low and slightly to the left, like usual.", you reply with a grin, "What about you?"

"Ain't hangin' at all right now, big man.", he says in return as he slams his cock into the younger con's asshole especially hard, drawing a barely coherent groan from his shower partner as he does.

"Yeah, I can see that.", you return with a chuckle as you shake your head with disbelieving amusement, "I just gotta ask, I gave ya run of the damned place and gave ya the chance to hunt down your very own guard or science bitch to stick your dick in, but you would rather pick up a weak con and make him your bitch in the showers? What's up with that?"

The old convict doesn't even hesitate in answering as he gives a shrug and glances your way once more. "Old habits die hard, big man.", he says simply before, again, turning back to his bitch and continuing to ram his cock into his abused ass without rest.

You think about it for a moment and then you shrug and give the older convict a smile. "Ya know what? I can respect that. You do you, old man. Have a good time. I'm just gonna be catchin' a shower over on the other end, that cool?", you say, though it's a rhetorical question since, really, you aren't going to be asking permission from anybody anymore. People ask YOU for permission now.

Still, the old man shrugs and doesn't look up from his fuck toy as he replies, "Sure, big man. Don't bother me any."

"Good.", you say and then give a sharp whistle towards the shower's exit where your two bitches have been cowering, "Hey! You bitches get soap and stuff and then strip down and get in here! You're both on washin' duty here. I'm gonna need ya to get into all my hard to reach places too, ya get me?"

You give them a wicked grin at that, but they only nod and rush off to do as you say. While they do that, you move over to one of the shower heads hanging off the wall on the opposite end of where the old convict is still enjoying his prison bitch. You study the knob for a moment before deciding you can handle gingerly turning the shower on. Your new strength and size make everything that used to be normal to you seem like it was made for kids, but you figured you'd have to get used to working that sorta stuff eventually. And you manage to do it, though you also bend the metal knob out of shape while you do. The shower won't be turning off again anytime soon, but, fuck it, not like you were going to be paying the water bill or anything.

You sit down on the floor so that the water can actually wash over your head and torso instead of just your belly and crotch. It also makes it so that, when Bitch 1 and 2 come back, they can actually reach your head and shoulders without having to go up on each other's shoulders. Which would have been funny to see, but not exactly practical. The two ex-guards are stripped naked and you take a moment to appreciate the sight. You'd already seen them mostly stripped down before, but now you were seeing them all wet and steamed up from the shower and you found the sight got your motor revving again. You'd have to have them take care of that, but first things first.

"All right, Bitch 1, you get to work on my front and, Bitch 2, you get my back. And make sure you get my hair too. I think I still got some bone and brain stuck in there.", you instruct them and, after only a moment's hesitation where they look uncomfortably over to the old convict still fucking the mostly unconscious bitch he claimed, they get to work as you told them too.

Bitch 1 soaps up her hands and starts rubbing them on your inhumanly broad and muscular shoulders and then down to your chest, her hands soft and perhaps even a little eager in their exploration of your newly improved body. Bitch 2 is a little less enthusiastic as he is still, in his mind, straight and not used to scrubbing down another man, but his hands are strong and do wonders in rubbing into your back and shoulderblades. You don't think you've ever enjoyed a shower more, actually, than the one you're getting now with the two guard's scrubbing blood and gore off of your skin. Bitch 2 even shampoos your hair, funnily enough, and you enjoy that feeling as well.

In fact, you're enjoying the whole experience a WHOLE lot and it shows as your cock starts to stir once more, growing full and erect as Bitch 1 moves between your legs to scrub at your stomach. The head of your dick pokes against her belly as she moves in close to you and you can't help but feel pleasure at the contact. What surprises you is the flush that comes to her cheeks that speaks more of arousal than embarrassment, as is evidenced by the way she presses a bit closer and rolls her hips a bit to side the smooth skin of her belly against you more firmly. It seems shes fallen into her role of your bitch quite well and, as you can tell by the way Bitch 2 is peering over your shoulder at Bitch 1 and your erect cock with something like hunger in his eyes, Bitch 2 will be falling into line pretty soon too.

Maybe you should let them prove just what good little bitches they could be again, right here and now? Just to reinforce their place in their minds and bodies once more?