You’re sitting in your cell, per usual. Iron walls are surrounding you and there’s no way to escape. There’s a small passage to another room which is a small bathroom with a shower and a toilet, as well as a washbasin. There’s a single lamp on the ceiling, a desk in the corner of the room with a chair, a pretty comfortable bed, a bookshelf with some books, an old rug and some other things for entertainment. It would seem like the inmate of the biggest threat would be given less comfortable things, but apparently not - and it’s not like you’re not happy about it. You even have a private bathroom, which unfortunately or not, has see-through walls (just like your cell) for the guards to see what you’re doing at the moment, even though it’s completely invading your privacy.

Of course, there are cameras in your room, allowing Malvolia, who is in charge of you and your whole wing, to see what you’re doing, even though most of the time she just stands by your room. The iron door to your cell is very thick and heavy. There are multiple alarms in your cell as well, so if you try to escape, you’ll be either killed or caught as the alarms have the technology to shoot out nets or just electrocute you with heat and movement sensors.

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching, the clicks of Malvelia’s heels echoing through the hall. She knocks on the glass of your cell.

It’s time to go mining, you sick fuck.

She says with undeniable annoyance in her voice to you. It’s clear she dislikes you… surely. She grabs her modern, electric handcuffs as she waits for you to come close to the door.

Malvolia cuffs your hands behind your back and then leads you out of the cell. She walks fast through the hallways, being careful not to attract too much attention even though she's in charge of a special wing like this one. She eventually comes to a stop in front of another, smaller door with only a thick glass window at eye level. She motions for you to go in first and then follows close behind, locking the big heavy door behind herself. The small door leads into an elevator, where she pushes the button to send it down

farther into the prison facility. It descends very quickly, taking only a few seconds to get to the lowest floor possible. The doors slide open, revealing a dimly lit tunnel leading in both directions with the ocean floor visible through see-through walls on either side of it. It's dark down here and cold, as well as pretty damp. Your breath comes out in little clouds when you exhale

Follow me, scum. *She says without any hint of emotion whatsoever before leading the way through the tunnel to where the other miners are already at work, gathering ore and other precious materials from the ocean floor. You can feel her hand tighten on your upper arm as she guides you down the tunnel and into the mine.

Mmmm... She lets out an almost involuntary noise when she feels your body pressed against hers as you walk down the tunnel together. The hard ridge of your cock pressing into her thigh doesn't go unnoticed, either. Her fingers tighten slightly on your upper arm and she takes a deep breath through her nose to try and calm herself down Stick with the program today... work hard and earn your keep. I'll take good care of you later tonight, when we're back up top where it's warm and dry... and no one can hear you scream. Her words are harsh but full of promise, her voice low and husky in the cold dark mine

When the shift is over, we go back to the surface and then... well, it's my treat tonight, remember? I think you deserve a special reward for working so hard today. Come on, let's get going. You focus on gathering ore until I tell you otherwise, understand? Her words are stern, but there's an undertone of warmth and appreciation in her tone that wasn't there before

You surprise her by handing over an entire bag full of ore that's far too heavy for her to lift on her own. She looks down at it with narrowed eyes before smirking and reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair back from your forehead. "My, my... so thoughtful," she breathes, tilting her head to the side as she studies you carefully. Her hand lingers near your cheek, cupping your jaw for a moment before dropping away completely, leaving heat in its wake where it touched your skin.

Her eyes flick back down to the bag of ore and she nods slowly, apparently satisfied with what you've given her. "Well then," she says huskily, "I guess it's time for a little... celebration later tonight." Her gaze meets yours again before dropping away, as if she's suddenly shy or unsure of herself. "Just focus on your work for now, okay?"

Her eyes widen slightly as she takes in your meaning. "I... ah..." She looks around nervously before stepping closer to you, lowering her voice so that no one else can hear. "Well, if it's a surprise... I suppose I shouldn't know what it is just yet, hm?" She grins impishly at you before tilting her head to the side, studying your expression closely. "But you can tell me afterward, of course." Her voice drops even further as she leans in close, breath fanning across your cheek. "Or... maybe we should wait until I see it?"

Malvolia waits for your response, her heart racing a bit faster than usual and her nipples hardening beneath her prison uniform.

Her eyes widen even further as you take hold of her hand and guide it towards your crotch, the bulge there plainly visible through your prison uniform. A shiver runs down her spine at the contact and she gasps softly when she realizes how hard you are. "My... my goodness," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire.

Her other hand reaches up to cup your cheek as well, fingers flexing against your skin as her thumb strokes over your bottom lip. "So big and hard..." She leans in closer still, practically pressed against you now. Her lips part slightly, tongue darting out to moisten the seam before she finally speaks again. "You're making me want to touch you so badly..." Her hips grind forward into yours unconsciously and her free hand drifts down between your legs, fingers questing for contact with your cock through your uniform.

Her lips part under the press of yours, fingers still searching eagerly between your legs as you kiss her. She moans into the kiss and slides her hand up along your length, finally cupping the head through the fabric of your uniform. Her touch is rough, demanding, but the material she's touching muffles most of the sensation.

Her tongue tangles with yours as she growls low in her throat. She grinds against you again, feeling how hard and ready you are for her. One hand slides down your back to cup your ass, squeezing roughly before pulling you closer still. The other hand slips into the waistband of her own pants, groping at herself through the thin cloth of her underwear in desperate need.

She breaks the kiss long enough to gasp out, "Fuck..." Her voice is hoarse from desire and want as she pulls your cock free from your uniform. It springs up instantly, so hard and thick that it threatens to push through the thin cloth of her pants where her hand grips it tightly beneath her belt.

"Yes," she whispers, looking down at you with hungry eyes as she begins to stroke yourself in rhythm with the grip of her free hand on your cock. "Fuck me... take what's mine." She presses her body harder against yours, trying to feel every bit of you inside her as they stand together, swaying slightly from side to side, oblivious to anyone who might see them through the thick glass in front of them.

Her breath catches as you slowly undress her, carefully removing each piece until she's standing before you completely naked and glistening with sweat beneath the harsh fluorescent lights of the tunnel. Her heart races wildly in her chest as she watches your large, thick cock press against her entrance, pre-cum glistening on the tip.

She moans loudly when you push inside, filling her completely with your heat and strength. Her muscles clench around you, gripping you tightly as she bites down on her lower lip to stifle another cry of pleasure. Her hips rock back and forth in time with the steady thrusts that force your cock deeper into her body, stretching her more with each motion.

Her eyes close tightly as waves of ecstasy wash over her, sweat beading on her forehead and trickling down between her breasts. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving tiny half-moons in the skin as she arches her back, pressing herself closer to you. "Fuck... so good..." she whispers hoarsely, lost in the sensations that consume her body as you take her roughly against the hard surface of the tunnel wall.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, making her scream your name as her entire body tenses and convulses around you, clenching tightly on your cock before finally easing its grip again. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps for what feels like minutes, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your questing fingers as she opens her eyes to look up at you with a mix of shock and want. "Oh my god..." she whispers, still catching her breath. "Do that again... please..."

Her cries fill the tunnel as your rough movements drive her further and further over the edge, moaning and begging you not to stop as her body trembles in aftershocks of pleasure. She wraps her legs tightly around your hips, drawing you deeper into her with each thrust that sends another jolt of desire coursing through her veins. Her fingernails scrape against the surface of the tunnel wall beside them, leaving bloody furrows behind as she arches her back in ecstasy beneath you.

Her orgasm subsides gradually until it's replaced by a constant hum of pleasure that radiates from every part of her body, amplifying with each thrust. "Yes... breed me..." she gasps out between moans, eyes squeezing shut as another wave of pleasure crashes over her. Her hips undulate against yours, desperate for release, but unable to contain the raw lust that surges through her veins as your cock fills her up and drains her again and again.

Her body trembles as you pulse deep inside her, feeling your release fill her up and wash over every sensitive nerve ending in her core. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically around your cock, drawing out the last drops of your seed before finally relaxing again.

She gasps for breath, still catching her breath as she feels you begin to soften inside her. "Oh... my..." she moans weakly, fingers digging into the skin of your shoulders as her head lolls back against the wall with a contented sigh. Her eyes flutter closed and a lazy smile curves across her lips as her body begins to relax in your arms, basking in the afterglow of their intense coupling. "That was... incredible," she whispers before yawning widely, suddenly feeling tired.

She reaches up with one hand to cup your cheek, fingers tracing idle circles on your skin as her other arm drapes across your chest. She leans into you, pressing the warmth of her body against yours as she closes her eyes again, lulled by the steady beat of your heart beneath her ear. "I think we both need some rest now," she murmurs sleepily before snuggling closer still, already drifting off to dream of their next encounter.

She smiles dreamily and nods against your chest as you mention they're still in the mines. "Mmhmm... but we earned this little break, didn't we?" she mumbles before nuzzling closer to you, pressing a soft kiss to your pec. Her breathing slowly evens out as she drifts off to sleep, trusting that her prison guard duty will keep her safe even while she's in such an intimate position with the criminal she's charged with watching over.

Soon enough, the gentle rise and fall of Malvolia's chest against your skin is the only indication that they haven't just vanished into thin air, living out their days together in this surreal and dangerous world beneath the surface of the ocean.

Her eyes flutter open at the sudden change in position, but she doesn't protest as you lift her up onto your body, careful not to hurt either one of you. "Mmm... thank you," she murmurs, already beginning to feel more warm and cozy against your skin. As you cup one of her breasts in your hand, she closes her eyes again, arching into the contact with a soft moan. Her other hand comes up to caress your cheek, fingers trailing through the dark stubble there before running through your hair, urging you closer still.

"We should get some sleep," she whispers, not quite ready for the intimacy between them to end yet. "But first... just a little more closeness wouldn't hurt..." Her words are quiet and sultry, laced with promise as she leans in to press her body flush against yours once again, seeking comfort and connection in the midst of this strange prison existence they share together.

Her eyes flutter open once more, the haze of sleep slowly beginning to dissipate as she takes in her surroundings and the feel of your body beneath her. A soft smile touches her lips when their gazes meet, and she blushes lightly at the memory of how close they'd been before falling asleep.

"Time to get back to work," she whispers, reluctantly pulling herself upright so that she's no longer pressed against you. Her hands smooth down her uniform, adjusting it until she feels decent enough to leave your personal space again. She takes a step back, giving you both some breathing room even though the space between them is still uncomfortably intimate. "Let's get moving," she urges with a nod, gesturing for you to lead the way since you know the route by heart now.

As they walk side-by-side down the tunnel towards the elevator that will take them back up top, Malvolia can't help but steal glances at your body, tracing her eyes along your bare chest and abs before lingering on your hands as they gesture while talking about meaningless prison stuff. The desire to touch you, to feel your skin against hers again, is almost overwhelming. She tries to ignore it, telling herself that it's only natural after everything they've been through tonight... but she knows deep down that there's more to this than just physical release from stress and tension.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at the mention of her upcoming massage, but she quickly recovers, giving you a crooked grin. "Oh, that's right," she says with a casual laugh. "I nearly forgot about that." She glances down at your hands for a moment before looking back up into your eyes, searching for something. Reassurance? Approval? It's hard to tell from the expression on her face.

"You know, I was thinking..." she begins slowly, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "Maybe you could... help me out with that massage?" Her eyebrows lift hopefully and she tilts her head to the side, watching your reaction carefully.

Shrugging, she says with feigned nonchalance, "Well, technically no... but I think the captain might look the other way if it means I get a really good massage tonight." Her tone is teasing and playful as she glances meaningfully down at your crotch. "Besides," she adds with a sly smile, "it'd be our little secret, right?"

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your demand to be rough, but she quickly recovers, her lips curling into a predatory grin. "Oh really?" She steps closer to you, voice dropping several octaves as she whispers huskily, "Well then... punish me all you want." Tilting her head back slightly, she lets out a slow shuddering breath and presses herself against your side, her free hand sliding up underneath your prison uniform to cup your hip possessively.

"Let's get started," she purrs before guiding you through the dark tunnels once more. As they near the massage room, her touch grows bolder and more demanding; rough palms slide over smooth skin, fingers dig into flesh, teeth graze sensitive areas in a gentle, but intense game of dominance and submission that has them both aching for more.

By the time they reach their destination, Malvolia is practically panting with need, her entire body trembling with desire as she practically drags you into the dimly lit room where the massage table awaits. The door slides shut behind them with an almost ominous click, sealing them off from the rest of the world and leaving no doubt that what happens next will be anything but professional.

Her eyes roam hungrily over your body as you shed your prison uniform, leaving you bare and aching beneath her intense gaze. She licks her lips nervously before reaching out to tug roughly at your lower lip with her teeth. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "I think it's time for round two."

With a swift motion, Malvolia shoves you roughly onto the massage table, straddling your hips as she leans over you, hands braced on either side of your head. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as their bodies press together, her breasts flattening against your chest and her nipples harden to painful points against the sensitive skin there. She closes her eyes, tilting her head back as she moans out your name, lost in the heat of desire that now consumes them both.

Her free hand slips between your legs, fingers curling around your aching length, squeezing roughly before guiding it towards her wet center. She presses down hard, grinding their hips together as she impales herself on you with one savage thrust. Her lips find yours in a rough and demanding kiss that matches the force of their bodies colliding together.

"Fuck," she hisses out through gritted teeth, her muscles clenching around you in time with each thrust that forces you deeper inside her. "You feel so good..." Her hands leave the table to wrap around your neck instead, fingers digging into your skin as she arches her back higher, pushing herself against you harder than ever before.

Her breath hitches in her throat as your fingers close around her breast, massaging roughly and effectively milking her despite the lack of sensation due to their thick prison uniform. A shudder runs through her body at the contact, arching into you even more as she groans against your lips.

Her hips grind harder against yours in time with the deep thrusts of your cock pushing deeper inside her. She releases your neck long enough to grab hold of the table once again, leaning back onto her arms as she fucks you harder, determined to reach some sort of release from this impossible tension that's building up inside her.

Her nails dig into the table and her eyes squeeze shut as a sharp cry escapes her lips, body tensing almost painfully around your cock before she finally gives way, trembling violently beneath you as orgasm after orgasm washes over her in one long, intense wave. She shudders and gasps, convulsing against you for what seems like an eternity as her essence flows from her body, coating both of your bellies with a sticky mess.

Finally, her body goes lax beneath you, arms falling to the table on either side as she catches her breath, chest rising and falling rapidly in the aftermath of their passionate coupling. Her eyes meet yours again, dark and heavy-lidded with desire... and a touch of something else that makes your heart race. "That was..." she whispers huskily before trails off into silence, brows furrowing slightly as if deep in thought.

Her body is still so sensitive from the previous orgasm that your rough thrusts send shards of pleasure through her as you roughly push inside. She arches her back in response, fingers digging into your shoulders and nails leaving little half-moons in the skin as she meets each thrust with a groan or a gasp. Her hips rise to meet yours, eyes closing tightly and lips parted as she succumbs fully to the pleasure you're delivering.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps for what feels like an eternity as your bodies come together in perfect harmony; their rhythm growing faster and more urgent with each passing moment until it becomes a blur of flesh and sweat and need. Her nails scrape against the table beneath her, drawing blood as she writhes beneath you, seeking release from this unending desire that has taken hold of them both.

She cries out your name again and again, her voice growing hoarse from exertion and pleasure as she feels the pressure building inside her once more, threatening to tear her apart in the best possible way. Her body tenses impossibly tight, muscles straining against bone and skin as she convulses violently around your cock; a shudder runs through her entire frame before she finally finds release, her orgasm echoing around the small room like thunder on a starless night.

Her body goes limp beneath you, relief washing over her in waves as she breathes heavily for what seems like an eternity, eyes still squeezed shut and brows furrowed with concentration as she tries to steady herself once more. Finally, she opens them, looking up at you with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction that has your heart skipping a beat in your chest.

"Oh god... that was..." she whis