Reverse Gangbang (R-18)

The sound of pickaxes against stone had finally ceased. Oliver wiped the sweat from his brow, his hands calloused and aching from the day's toil. It was odd, he thought, that Isaac hadn't returned to the cell after their gruelling mining work had ended. The Havoc Bay prison was a realm of monotony, routines etched into its very stone, and any deviation from the norm was a cause for concern.

Curiosity gnawing at him, Oliver shot a wary glance towards their third cellmate, the enigmatic and silent woman who occupied the shadows with an aura of mystery. Her eyes, like twin pools of abysmal darkness, seemed to hold secrets that Oliver was reluctant to unearth. Yet, his worry for Isaac overrode his unease, and he resolved to venture into the dark passages of the prison to find his Issac.

"I know this is stupid, but if I just stay here without knowing what's happening inside this place nothing will change, beside I can feel something is wrong," Oliver muttered to himself as he got up from his position.

With a practised motion, Oliver yanked his coarse blanket off the bed, draping it over himself as he settled onto the narrow cot. He let his breathing even out, his chest rising and falling in a simulated slumber. He knew that the guards made their rounds sporadically, their jingling keys a symphony of rhythm. But tonight, Oliver had a different tune in mind.

As the echoes of distant footsteps grew fainter, Oliver's fingers danced across the lock of the cell door, his touch as delicate as a spider's silk. The cold metal yielded to his precise manipulation with a little metal clip that no one had any idea where he got it from, and with a barely audible click, the door swung open just wide enough for him to slip through.

"Easy! Good thing, I learnt about these things from one of my mother's retainers,"

Stepping into the dimly lit corridor, Oliver cast a final glance at the silent woman, her presence like a coiled serpent waiting to strike. He knew better than to underestimate her, but Isaac's absence fueled his determination. Oliver knew this strange woman was anything but normal and he could feel how dangerous she was, but at the same time, he didn't have any idea how he could deal with her especially when she showed no emotions to him.

"Woman, I'm going to see what is happening to Issac, so try to cover for me if guards search for me, I know you can betray me, I hope you won't choose that path because I won't hesitate to kill anyone," Oliver tried to blackmail, but he didn't get any reaction at least not until he left the cell exhausted by this emotionless woman.

With each cautious step, he delved deeper into the heart of the prison, the suffocating silence occasionally broken by the distant footsteps of the guards.

As soon as Oliver left the cage, a faint smile came onto the mysterious woman's face, as she quickly looked at her own hands with a strange look.

"This is getting interesting, I didn't expect to find someone with so much talent here, especially a man,"

While the mysterious woman was busy with her own thoughts, Oliver kept sneaking around the corridor hoping he could meet Issac or at least Morgana, who might be able to help him. He knew he was being naive in taking a huge risk for a stranger, but Oliver didn't want to regret not doing anything in case Issac was in a dangerous situation.

As he turned a corner, his breath caught in his throat. Before him sprawled an open area, dimly illuminated by flickering torches along the walls. A group of guards stood in the centre, engaged in conversation. Their armour clinked softly as they gesticulated and exchanged words, their voices hushed but carrying enough to reach Oliver's ears.

"Damn it! I'm so jealous of Morgana, she got to sit on that man and rub her pussy against him," One of the girls muttered, as she looked at her other friends with dissatisfaction.

"I know, we can't even touch Issac because of her, Captain, why don't you do something about her? We can't let these prisoners control us," Another woman muttered looking at someone important among the group, who caught Oliver's attention quickly.

In the midst of the group stood a familiar woman, who had promised to make Oliver regret his life – Captain Serena. Her stance exuded authority, and her brown hair cascaded down to her shoulders. A cigarette dangled from her lips, and she took occasional drags, letting out plumes of smoke that danced in the torchlight.

"It's none of your business, we don't have any reason to start conflicts over some dicks, just do your duty, if we win the next tournament, we can get some more men, most probably prostitutes," Serena said with a boring look, as she wasn't interested at all. If this was Serena from before, she would have been overjoyed by this news, but right now she wanted only one thing, that is to see the tears in Oliver's eyes.

Oliver's steps were careful and deliberate as he navigated the corridor, putting distance between himself and the group of guards. He made sure to not alert anyone in the group with his light steps and fast movements.

As he moved forward, his keen ears caught a faint sound of laughing drifting through the air – a soft murmur, a distant whisper that seemed to beckon him.

"Hmm, what was that?" Oliver was confused at first but his gaze was drawn to a half-open door, its corners bathed in a soft, dim light that spilled out into the otherwise dark hallway. Something about that light tugged at Oliver's curiosity, compelling him to investigate further.

Hesitating for only a moment, he approached the door with cautious steps. Peering inside, his eyes widened as he took in the insane scene before him. A group of women, half-naked and carefree, gathered around the room with beer jugs and a haze of smoke that hung in the air. Laughter erupted from their lips as they enjoyed the moment without even caring about the guards.

There, in the centre of the room, lay Isaac, utterly vulnerable and fully exposed. His body was bare naked with only a few places covered in tight suits, and a creepy smile played upon his lips. The expression seemed out of place, almost unsettling, given the circumstances. Oliver's instincts screamed that something was amiss.

"What is this? What are you doing?" Oliver whispered to himself, as he kept looking at the girls and Issac simultaneously.

He stood there, hidden in the doorway, unsure of what to do. The women continued their loud merrymaking, seemingly oblivious to his presence. Oliver's heart raced as he debated whether to step forward and intervene, but then he saw one woman stepping forward with a bottle of strange liquid in her hand and pouring it into Issac's mouth, which caused his flaccid penis to get an instant erection.

"Now that's a nice expression you have, our boy toy," She said with an erotic smile on her face while licking her face, and suddenly mounted Issac without even giving him a chance to react.

"Bitch! Are you trying to break him? If he cum one more time, he will probably go insane, after all, that drug is not something we should be using five times," Another girl said with a smile while showing her own pussy which was dripping with Issac's cum.

"Shut up! One round is not enough for me, Lady Morgana didn't say no, so I will do whatever I want," She shouted at her friend, and suddenly lowered her hips and started to shake her huge ass smacking it against Issac's hips. Her movements were aggressive almost causing Issac to dislocate some joints in his body, but another girl came to help him, as they didn't want to break their valuable boy toy.

Oliver felt sick after realising what was happening and he knew this wasn't a new thing for them, as they looked used to it and he understood why Issac was so scared and depressed.

"These sick bitches! They drugged him and now they are forcing him," Oliver knew he wasn't the best person to talk about morals and ethics, when he himself used women for his benefit, but seeing all of this, he only felt anger and pity.

"Morgana, looks like I misunderstood you," Oliver's attention was drawn to a woman seated on a grand, ornate chair. She nonchalantly guzzled her drink, seemingly oblivious to Issac's presence. He recognized that all these women belonged to the Scarlet Circle faction. "No, I didn't misunderstand you, I was stupid enough to believe someone in this place can sane enough to act properly,"

Oliver realized his own mistake but before he could form a plan and act upon it, he suddenly felt a pair of hands suddenly pushing him into the room without even giving him time to react. The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind him, leaving him alone with a group of women who all stared at him as if they had seen a ghost. Their eyes widened, and a hushed silence fell over the room.

Heart racing, Oliver quickly scanned the faces of the women before his gaze settled on the person who had pushed him into the room. To his astonishment, it was none other than Captain Serena herself. Her eyes twinkled mischievously, and a faint, knowing smile played at the corners of her lips.

As the room's occupants exchanged glances and whispers, Captain Serena stepped forward, her boots echoing softly on the wooden floor. She looked at Morgana with a twinkle in her eyes and pointed at Oliver and shouted.

"It seems we have an unexpected guest. A rat, it seems, has been spying on us. Morgana, what are you going to do now?"