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Criminals with superpowers are a massive pain to contain, but what if the prisoner is made of putty? what if they can look like anyone or anything? Perhaps they can melt into liquid ooze, and escape through the tiniest of gaps? no normal prison cell can hold them. That is why the maximum security Pacific Undersea prison complex was built. Here Shapeshifting criminals of all stripes are contained in airtight cells where not even the most fluid of shapeshifters can escape. You are a prison guard named Carter, a new intake tasked with patrolling the cells. He is bored out of his mind until a huge explosion wracks the facility. To his horror one of the prison cells has been breached, and the shapeshifter is nowhere to be seen. What shenanigans shall ensue?

In the land of Fictoria lot's of characters appear and sometimes be they hero or villain they must be captured and punished, So hero or villain they are taken to the greatest prisons in fiction to be educated and this is the story of the greatest of those prison's reserved just for Women, Futa and Traps and as the motto of the prison says "You will obey and be punished for your crimes hope you don't earn discipline"

You end up in a Futa prison because of one reason or another, regardless how you're now trapped here with only one option: Keep yourself safe as long as possible.

i dont own the story just bringing it from writing.com so if u like it go theree to check You're stuck in a prison intended for "hardened" shemale criminals! How will you survive?

At this story everybody of you can add chapters. I hope you guys like to write with all others. Let's see what happens. I only pretend the beginning.

Choose a character and see how they are made into a submissive slut for anyone to use as they are trained by being put into many painful and arousing experiences.

Selena winds up serving time...3 years

A strong willed and faithful woman is pushed to new extremes.

In a world where every woman is a witch and men are punished for crimes or whatever by being shrunken down to a tiny size, except for their penis and balls. Then shoved into a woman’s panties and tied up by their pubic hair to live out their sentence within the woman’s panties and have their penis used in whatever way the woman wants.

You have just gained control over Jolyne Cujoh, how will you use her body? Will you take control of others?

Characters from all kinds of media are made prisoners. They must face humiliating task and deal with their wardens.

In an alternate universe (no A), Alison, Aria, Emily, Hanna, Mona and Spencer are arrested for and sent to prison

Themyscira has a dark and well guarded secret. The island is full of Amazonian Warriors, and well they certainly do enjoy each other, the thing they desire most after their drills is a good male dick to ride. Themyscira has, in secret, long been a prison island for men on life sentences. One of Wonder Woman's secret duties is to select men from prisons, or her battles, and bring them to the island for re-education and training. Some volunteer, opting for a life of servitude over that of a prison cell. Others are transfered from overcrowded prisons eager to get rid of their worst behave criminals. Some are criminals that have skillfully avoided the justice system. Wonder Woman catches these men herself and brings her captives to the island.

You have been sentenced to a unique prison what happens when you are there?

A new inmate or prison staff joins the old and historic prison in a hentai world. Whether they survive the stay or make it out in one piece is entirely up to you.

After getting out of prison, you decide to take some lessons from your former cellmate and create a stable of sex-slaves.

The Underworld Human-Anthro Combat Division (UHACD) is an international fighting league where allows interesting human and anthro fighters from different backgrounds and far-away landscapes to join to compete and live around the huge resort island that's nowhere on the map. It's stream online for many people to watch but it also runs a prison-like system for jobbers who are small-time offenders for getting away with crimes and are to fight and survive in order to pay off their debts to re-enter society. Owen now becomes part of the UHACD system as he now lives on the huge resort island filled with large anthro and human fighters as he works to survive from huge butts and gassy endings. (Any type of fetish is allow excluding watersports, scat, and gore. Just normal cartoon and sexual humiliation.)

In this story, you play as Damien Falls, a prisoner at the Containment for Anomalous Persons Program section of a prison facility. Damien has the anomalous ability to switch his perspective to the point of view of someone else, and to see and observe their thoughts, feelings, emotions, and actions. Along with this Damien has other mysterious anomalous abilities which he plans on using to escape from the facility he is being held at

Her life begins in the most unusual of places when one day a young girl is found in a Gulf Port in New Orleans, lost and confused, unsure of who she is. She suffers from amnesia, and being so young, there is no option but a life in foster care. Months pass until she is adopted, by a Sunday school teacher. But this woman is no nun, she is a woman with no capacity for love and who strictly enforces the rules that benefit only her, something that a child of her caliber would not respond well to. The teacher was for not just a child, but for a toy. The little girls childhood was filled with all things that a little girl’s life shouldn’t have, void of the love she needed, and filled with things that would shape the girls interests in her future. She needed more than anything in life, someone to trust who would be there for her through her darkest hours and lightest moments, someone to pick her up in times of need and hold her in times of care. At an age parallel to the girls, is a boy who resorted to a life of crime at a young age in order to survive the harsh conditions of the world in which he lived. Growing up in the dark streets of New Orleans, one was met with the cold reality that the possibility of achieving anything in life was a distant hope. His childhood, spent on the streets, nights of wondering what he would have to do to find a hospitable bed, him to learn to adapt to whatever struggles he faced. This adaptability would prove key to his survival through his young life. At the age of 10, he was in and out of jail, but not by means of the legal system, he was skillful at going unnoticed and would deliver into the parishes’ prison just to be able to call himself a part of something that could give his life meaning. This life of his was filled with atrocities and madness, but one person did keep his life above the norm, a girl. They met at a young age, a time when they were both impressionable and seeking something more for themselves. When they met, they were inseparable, both learning what it was like to have someone care for you the way it was supposed to be, but their relationship would not grow past the point of two best friends willing to do anything for each other. As time elapsed, his past of crime came to an end, he found new outlets in life to focus his skills. He went back to school and excelled at science while she focused on the arts. Though their personalities grew together, there were things, intimate things, which they did not know about each other. Having an open relationship, free of judgement and insecurities was what made them so bonded. They knew that there was always someone to hear when they call and lend a hand when needed. But their childhoods could not be escaped, the lives they lived affected them in ways that they had not yet been able to discuss with anyone. The intimacies that they felt left them feeling needed, but that need fueled a never ending desire to reach a state of sexual euphoria. Being young adults, incapable of enacting the things that they yearned for, they were confined to their minds. The fantasies that took over them were vivid, filled with a deep urge to find satisfaction. Subconsciously, the girls’ childhood, the one she experienced before the adoption, became pronounced in her imagination, and her focus on her artistic abilities made her ability to visual things all but reality. She would have flashbacks, back to a time when her life was filled with combat, these flashbacks became and theme of her desire that she could not escape. Hours spent imagining the levels to which she wanted to bring herself to, pleasuring herself with every spare moment alone to the sound of classical composers, building as the acts proceed, with every crescendo feeling her body rise with the octaves, her mind was her sanctuary. Her mind was not alone though, for the one person in life she valued more than anything, her best friend, was burdened with the same desires as she. His mind controlled by the constant need to survive that he had felt for so long, and the love that he never felt was a key to his heart. He would spend the nights he had wondering what it was like to have more in life… more than the money and knowledge that he had made, more than the people he has overpassed, he wanted nothing more than to experience the touch of another that felt as he did. His mind riddled with aspirations of lust and love, desires to please a person with his body in a way that could bring his life to fruition. As they aged, into their adulthood, free of school and the parental structure that dictated their every move, they moved onto lives that could classify as normal. But there friendship remained, and although they have spent years apart, separated by narrow highways and lovers passed, they still held onto the relationship that saved their lives and pushed them towards the people they had become. There desires however, locked away, silently repressed in their bodies and souls, until time allows them to understand what love truly is and they realize the person that they’ve needed more than anything in life is the person that is meant to hold them strong through the rest of life, unbiased, and uncontrollable love that would never wilt. The friends, now adults, would by some chance of fate, be reunited, no longer left alone with no one to understand the struggles that they endured in their youth. The chance to finally live in the same town with someone whom they shared so much of themselves with would give them hope that there could still be happiness in life. The first night living back in the same town called for an evening of friendship, doing things that they loved and rejuvenating the friendship that is a vital part of who they are.

On the edge of the vast sea, where the salty air kissed the earth, stood a solitary figure, her silhouette etched against the vibrant canvas of a setting sun. The sky above was a blend of fiery oranges and soft pinks, the waves below a gentle rhythm of whispers as they caressed the shore. This was Isabelle, her eyes cast downward, her hands stained with the rich soil of her island home. Her calloused hands piled the last shovelful of earth onto the fresh mound before her, each pat a solemn goodbye to the man she had called "Father." His name was Marcus, and though not of her blood, his love for her was as steadfast as the ancient oaks that lined the cemetery. He had raised her with care, filling her days with tales of a distant land called Tolemac, a place of grandeur and beauty, marred only by the shadow of its tumultuous past. "Isabelle," he had breathed in his final moments, "you are not of this land. Your true name is Isabelle, daughter of King Aldric and Queen Elara. You are the rightful heir to the throne of Tolemac." The revelation had hit her like a tempest, whipping through her mind, uprooting the very foundation of her identity. The man she had mourned as her father had been her protector, her guardian, her anchor in a world where she had known only the isolation of the island. The birthmark on her shoulder, a delicate crown of entwined roses, confirmed her lineage, a silent sentinel of truth hidden beneath her clothes. Her heart felt heavy, yet a spark of determination began to burn within her chest. The words of her dying guardian echoed in her ears, a clarion call to action. With a deep breath, she turned her gaze from the grave and out to the horizon. The distant land of Tolemac called to her, whispering of battles to be fought and a legacy to be reclaimed. Isabelle knew not the trials that lay ahead, the battles she would have to face, or the alliances she would need to forge. All she knew was that she could no longer ignore the destiny that had been thrust upon her. The island that had been her cradle now felt like a prison, its comforts a cage keeping her from her birthright. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a warm embrace of twilight, she made a solemn vow. "I will return, Tolemac," she murmured to the wind. "I will set you free and claim what is mine." With that, she turned her back on the only life she had ever known, and took her first steps into the unknown, her heart beating a steady rhythm of purpose. The journey ahead was fraught with peril, but Isabelle was undeterred. For she knew that the crown of roses on her shoulder was not just a symbol of her heritage, but a promise of the future she was destined to shape.