The ground was stiff and cold beneath him. A faint mumbling was heard echoing around. Swift's asshole throbbed and wheezed like some gaping sack, desperate to release its load. Looking around, Swift realised he was in a cell, a tiny one at that, with only a single other occupant. The other man was bloodied and hunched over, sobbing softly as if in great pain. Slowly, Swift rose and crept toward this stranger, trying to get a glimpse of who he was. The man was dark-skinned, with a mess of pubes on the top of his head, similar to an disheveled afro, tiny and dressed in a tattered Cuck Legion uniform - one of the first powers to fall prey to the empire. Barely legible was the title of "captain" and underneath only six letters: Darven.
Upon seeing Swift, the stranger stood up and began gibbering madly, as if his mind had completely escaped him. Immediately, this madman, Darven, lost control of his bowels and defecated on the floor while shrieking at an incredibly high pitch. Eyes widening like a crack fiend, he charged towards Swift and his undefended boipucci, hands like rapey tentacles, reaching for every crevice they could find. For someone so small, Darven was deceptively strong - he had a strength that only utter madness could bestow upon a man. He was able to flip Swift over and pin him to the floor, and then, with a shriek of triumph, he began to feed. Darven wasn't after flesh, no, he was after the much needed sustenance that Swift was leaking all over the floor.
Cackling with glee, Darven lifted Swift's anus up to his face and squeezed hard on his stomach. A great hiss was heard as the pressure released and at least two gallons of rotting semen poured forth from Swift's insides. Drinking deeply from this cup of life his strength seemed to multiply with every second. Swift was screaming again, like a small child, as the pain of his previous rape returned. "Hello darkness my old friend" played in his mind. Darven was grunting now like a savage beast, and unable to control its urges, he decided to return the favour to Swift. Slamming Swift to the floor, he forced his dirty little wiener down his throat and proceeded to nourish the boy. With the will to resist taken from him, Swift could do little but accept his fate and gargle as Darven's stinky old semen shot into his stomach.
"Haha ohhh lawdddy look at those monkeys fuck" shouted an unknown voice with glee, followed by rattling at the bars. Warden Dirtypink had arrived, and it was time to take his new prisoners out for a walk.