Chapter 4 ( Part 4 )

However, the pocket watch can still be maintained on a daily basis, almost like a religion. It can still be made to work for a few hours. These few hours are the only time one can use to explore a virgin harbour.

If they cannot finish their business by then, it becomes their eternal harbour.

Even with such tight requirements, there were two people in the prison who regularly visit and even cross the virgin harbour. One was the timekeeper who refuses to come out of the act and take the bridge. The other was the thief, Raeva ,who had a pocket watch that he used to maintain religiously.

Lan didn't know what methods T.K used to use to cross the virgin harbour, but everyone believed the word 'time keeper' had something to do with it.

It was just that, he made that dangerous journey every night not to sleep in the women's prison. Nor was it to find someone of his liking and have some fun. Or find two or twenty of his liking and have much fun.

In fact, it was the girls who came on to him. Even though his reputation was fear inducing, they had not seen his action and he was the only man they came close to in years. Even if he was ugly as a wart faced dog, they would still approach him. And the Hell King was beauty that would make the heavens jealous.

Naturally, he was jumped. Several women attacked him in synchrony and pinned him to the wall. His clothes were torn apart and there were preparations for several varieties of rape in progress. Raping a man takes technique and hard work. The women were rapidly exchanging notes and running about to find prison version aphrodisiacs.

It was like watching a horror flick that threatens to tear a man's soul apart. Guard Lan narrowed his eyes and tilted his head away in fear of what comes next.

However, nothing happened at all. The girls lacked self-confidence. They didn't need any medicine. The Hell King was erect as hell.

Prison made women so crazy. He was a man who was abstinent for ten years. Even the ugly and ungroomed prison girls excited his manhood without question. Perhaps he was hard even before he came there. Guard Lan was a dedicated detective. He quickly checked on his suspicions. The Hell King had not just been excited for a day. His pyjamas had a bump for several weeks! Precisely ever since he was told by the A.I that he will be spending his nights in the women's prison.

Luckily, there were some videos of Hell King that can still be watched. All videos of him have been compiled over twenty years by the entire regiment, and some prisoners in the media lab. The only ones that didn't make Lan nauseous were of two kinds. Those in which he practices martial arts. Not the whip. Whip made his stomach jitter badly. The other kind were of the times he spent in the women's prison.

These were…a little kinky. To be fair, the timekeeper was sent to the women's prison to help himself. From what Lan gathered, the man did not avail this option until after half the sentence had passed. Understandably, his preferences should've acquired some kinks.

There are few countries in the world that now have the death sentence. Which is why, even though the World Prison was very large, only one of the seven sections was a death row section. Also the Hell King's favourite section. He spent his Sundays there with quite the relish.

The women's prison can directly be reached from this section. There aren't even any gates or barricades.

Only, the virgin harbour lies in between.

No man had ever braved crossing the virgin harbour without a time folder. Also called a pocket watch for convenience. There aren't any working pocket watches in this era. Mechanical science itself has changed a little after folding space and Dignified Realm became the new reality.

Only, the woman didn't harm T.K. She didn't act horny or impulsive. She merely covered him with the blanket and left. When she left, Lan saw what she left behind under the camera's eye. A black, taut whip was lying like a lazy, coiled snake next to T.K.

T.K used a lot of different whips in the prison. Every section's yard had T.K's whip. Some were handmade, some were smuggled inside from unknown sources. They were each highly effective and extremely resilient. But it cannot be said that any of them were beautiful.

The whip left behind by the woman was handmade through collective resources in the prison. It was not the most deadly thing, clearly. But it was beautiful and lively. It jumped like a spring in T.K's hand come morning. He actually cracked a smile!

This must be a kink, right?

That week and the following week, T.K came to the prison every night. Since he had a kink, naturally, it must be relieved. Lan didn't know what madness came over the women when they gave the handsome man the whip. T.K didn't spare a single one of them. He wouldn't drag them out and hunt them like with the male prisoners. He would beckon them one by one with a hand, as if inviting them for a dance. And they'd actually come!

The woman who gave him the whip was the first to take his punishment. She went and bowed low in front of him. She never looked up at all as he lashed her hind parts. But Lan could tell T.K was very gentle. He didn't even tear her clothes or made her skin become a flap with buttons. There was no blood either and he folded the whip to beat her with a short whip. The tip did not crack and made hearts stop beating. Even the sound of the beating was rather dull.

This must be a kink. The woman did not even move a muscle. She basically asked to be serviced.

After he finished beating her, T.K moved his eyes to another inmate. Who knew when they learned telepathy when no one's looking? The woman actually came over smoothly and removed the woman's pants.

The kink must've started.

Guard Lan was trained day in and day out. He lived in a remote place himself to be close to the World Prison. He felt like he finally reached an exciting part of his life. Prison porn.

The beating looked quite light, but the woman's white buttocks were very badly swollen. Her thighs were somehow bleeding though her clothes were not stained. Her calves, her ankles and even the front of her legs where Lan thought the whip didn't reach showed disturbing injuries. Although, compared to what the male prisoners were put through by the Hell King, this was just a deep tissue massage.

This certainly was the kink.

The Hell King usually showed a highly angry and insane profile when he attacked someone in the prison. He was not fearsome like the sun. The sun may burn the mouth if you try to kiss it. But the Hell King was the sun's core. One dare not even imagine getting close to it. They would fear even imagining the sight of it. No one who had ever seen the sun's core had been able to keep their eyes.

As they say, women are born lucky. The Hell King had a very calm profile. He supported his chin like an artist and deeply examined his handiwork on the woman. Then he undid the fold and hit her with the long whip.

The stoic woman who didn't move all through earlier beatings suddenly held the support in front and cried. From what Lan could see, the whip still moved in a very languid fashion. Just like a gentle breeze passing by. Where was it the fearsome lightning that struck men ten times every second? But whenever it landed, the woman screamed as if she was about to lose her life. The Hell King did not even tear her flesh with the tip.

Lan must've finally be arriving at the kink.

Just as any deluxe service provided by the Hell King, the performance of the duo lasted very long. The man hit and the woman screamed. The woman then cried and begged for mercy and forgiveness. The Hell King ignored such silly pleas as usual.

The difference was that, the whip was languid to the end. Like a lazy cart driver of the yore beating a buffallo's spacious hind parts. The other difference was that, even under such a seemingly abject situation, the woman did not run. She did not fall. She did not even raise her spine. She remained bowing the entire time, even her neck remained completely bowed. The Hell King did not touch any area other than what she showed. Her buttocks and her legs. The women's prison is bound at the legs, but free at the top. Being unbound after having her trousers taken off, she was practically naked. But the Hell King did not even glance at her body though it was quite attractive and young. This man who was deprived for ten years only looked at his 'sculpture'. Nothing else even existed in his eyes.

After the woman screamed for a long time, she raised her head and little and breathed deeply. With her eyes closed, she seemed like she was meditating.