Prince Gyllen Ch. 16.1

Guided by the light of a lantern and a soldier's clench, Gyllen was brought to the gates as they yawned apart, groaning on their hinges like the lamentation of a mourning ghoul. The prince was then taken through the wall and into the main building, soon finding himself standing in a bare semblance of a reception area. His two male armed escorts then left him as another pair of armoured soldiers took their place, ones who were both noticeably female, albeit fairly butch in face and build with permanent scowls visible even in the shadows of their round helmets. They directed Gyllen closer towards them as one brandished a dagger in her hand, causing the prince to be taken slightly aback though was relieved when its application was quickly revealed to only be for the cutting of his binds.

Before he could even rub his bruised wrists better, Gyllen was already given a second order to stand poised with his legs parted and his arms held outward to his sides before one guardswoman set to work patting down his body while a lecture which he only partially understood was recited to him by the other (something to do with a number in the sixty range, mealtimes and a scheduled bath), squeaking whenever the woman's paws would came dangerously close to his gonads when reaching up his thighs. Once the talk had concluded and the only potential dangerous item concealed on the prince's person had been confiscated -- a metal pendant in the somewhat sharp shape of a stag discovered around his neck - Gyllen was pushed into an adjacent chamber and then further shoved past an open door set in a thick metal grating which covered the space from the floor to a low archway above. That door was then slammed shut and Gyllen could hear the sound of tumblers falling into place, knowing then that the portal had been locked without having to look behind.

The prince stood still in place for a fleeting moment. Being able to freely move about by his own will for the first time in several hours, he almost had to re-accustom himself to what it felt like to be in control of the pace at which his legs moved. Gingerly, the blond crept further into the vast, dank hall which he had been forsaken into. By the light of a handful of smouldering sconces, he could see dining tables of decaying wood and rusting exercise equipment were strewn about the floor with no apparent thought or order, and various niches were set in the walls, slimy and greenish with algae, holding about four to six bunks each. In these nooks sat various figures shawled in threadbare cloths, all of them looking rough and weathered with their glowering eyes all trained on the latest addition to their community. Gyllen swallowed, unable to shake the feeling he was somewhere a boy like him really should not. As he approached the centre of this chamber, the prince looked upwards to see two tiers of balconies running around the entire interior in place of proper flooring, allowing him to see similar recesses in the higher walls. It did not take a genius to deduce from the signs that Gyllen had found himself smack-dab in the middle of a massive jailhouse!

Now with even deeper concern creeping into his mind, Gyllen brought his head back down to see the inhabitants had begun to emerge from their alcoves from all possible directions, causing the blond to freeze in place from fear as they drew nearer into view with dirty looks mixed with malevolence and curiosity all directed towards the sole newcomer and soon they had all congregated around him in the nucleus of the hall. Humans ranked the greatest in numbers amongst this mob of misfits, though there was certainly a significant quantity of members from the same races Gyllen came across in the markets visible in their midst, as well as the odd orc or even dark elf. What struck Gyllen most strangely however, was that many of the convicts he could discern were women, much like the guards who had frisked him. Though very unlikely, Gyllen at first thought he had perhaps been interned into a mixed-sex prison, having read about very few rare instances of such things existing in the world, though a closer inspection dispelled that conjecture as every surrounding individual who was leering in on him appeared to have been female! In an instant, it became apparent to the prince that somewhere along the judicial process he been entirely mistaken as a girl, likely in thanks to his extreme feminine features, and as such was assigned to an all-female penitentiary!

"Oh, ain't you's a pretty one~?" One particular rat-faced hag said to him, a bony hand reaching out and placed on his shoulder as she rubbed the material that made up his blue jacket between her thumb and her finger. "So wha'dja get done in for then, eh? Pushin' potions? Offin' yer ex? No...that dosen' sound right...someone as pretty as you? Musta bin sellin' yerself on the streets, am I right?" She exclaimed, continuing before the blushing Gyllen could even respond. "Such a cute li'l coat ye got here~ Ya musta been quite the harlot if ye could afford threads as fancy as these. Or was it a pressie from yer pimp? Dosen' really suit ye anyway if I'm honest. How's 'bout I take it off yer hands? I've been achin' for new duds fer ages!"

Suddenly, the crone grasped a fistful of the navy fabric and gave it a sharp yank, nearly pulling it clean off from Gyllen's shoulders with that single act. Immediately afterwards, a dozen or so of her fellow inmates within arms reach shot their hands onto the young prince from every perceivable angle all at once. As he was pounced upon, Gyllen was knocked off his feet and onto the floor, somehow finding himself relieved from his expensive coat during the confusion of the scuffle by somebody unseen, yet the paws would not cease fumbling about his entire body, his shiny, black riding boots becoming the next articles to be pried from his person. As the prince struggled against the bombardment, one of the multitude mitts inevitably landed directly onto his crotch by accident during the insanity, causing the boy to flush crimson as he felt the unfamiliar palm press down into the small, soft lump underneath his trousers. The owner of the hand seemed particularly unsure as to what it was she had just fondled, as Gyllen could then feel the digits of the same hand squeezing down and even tugging on what she perceived to be a mysterious swelling which caused a moan to slip from the prince's lips, confirming that there was indeed something lurking within those form-fitting jodhpurs of his.

"Oi! I think she's smuggled somethin' in 'er pants!" The owner of the hand would exclaim, who Gyllen could now see was a orc female standing tall just at the bottom of where his thrashing feet were. "Get 'er bottoms off! I wanna see what it is!" At the behest of those simple words, three pairs of arms - the orc's green appendages included - all extended and grasped onto various spots on the prince's trousers and whisked them, alongside his undergarments, clean off his hips and down to his knees in the span of a solitary second despite his best efforts to resist. The harassing abruptly ceased and all within viewing range seemed to unanimously gasped as laid their eyes onto the root that grew in place of where they had expected to merely glimpse the gash of a young woman.

"...she...she...she's a he!" Someone eventually stammered in disbelief, breaking the quiet. The strangest case of déjà vu overcame Gyllen when he heard those words, secondary only to the intense humiliation currently crippling his ego from being forcefully exposed before all these unacquainted women, some of whom had likely gone years without seeing a male's member since becoming incarcerated, the shock in their eyes was only matched by the ravenous energy the prince could almost feel beaming from their gazes. The revelation was followed by rowdy cheers and excited discussion as the lad lay paralysed with the dread of what was to follow, able to discern pieces of conversation regarding a handful of the unspeakable, vulgar deeds they were contemplating subjecting the helpless prince to.

"Looks like th' gods have finally decided t' throw us a bone, girls~" The orc woman said, taking a step forward as she began to undo her belt at a deliberately slow pace while her tusked mouth twisted into a malicious grin. "I like mah men a bit more studly, but it'd be a shame t' let this gracious gift go t' waste. 'old 'im still. I'm 'avin' th' first go~" She declared, though was stopped by a violent shove before she had the chance to drop her slacks, the assailant being a human woman standing sightly shorter than her green-skinned associate though was every bit just as hard-looking.

"Who says you get first call, eh?" The human said with a scowl.

"'cause I'm the one 'oo 'im found out and I gets first say in wot we do wi' 'im!" The orc retaliated the question with a push of her own which nearly knocked the human completely over, only stopped from hitting the ground by the hands of those who stood directly behind her making an unified effort to keep her upright.

"Girls, girls!" A heavy set minotaur lady calmly stepped forth from the background, towering between the feuding pair but with a gentle smile on her soft lips, hardly looking like the sort of person to be found place such as this. "Surely we can talk this out like rational adults? I bet even our new, little boy friend here would like to have a say in all this." Her dark, hungry eyes skimming over Gyllen's half-nude body as she spoke that last sentence.

"You can stay outta this, Udders! There's no chance he's gonna be wantin' your fat, ugly arse all over 'im even if we did ask!" The orc brazenly spat out at the bovine. There was a beat of silence as the minotaur locked gazes with the orc with an expression of utter contempt before a fist was raised and slugged against her emerald jawline! The orc recoiled, her eyes bugged wide with shock from the unexpected blow, but followed it up by immediately leaping onto the minotaur and enclosing her grubby hands around the cow woman's throat, wildly thrashing the horned head being while the minotaur immediately clenched her hands around the tusked girl's wrists to try and wrest her grip away from her windpipe. The human female then shortly joined the tussle as well, grabbing the green-skinned woman by the shoulders in an attempt to pry the orc away from the bovine.

One by one, people continued to pile on into the fray until utter pandemonium soon broke out amongst the inmates in the form of an all-out melee. Every punch, kick or pull of the hair made was swiftly reciprocated with at least two of the ilk upon each person who made such an attack, indefinitely continuing this way in an endless cycle of savagery. Even the women pinning the prince down deserted their duty either in retreat or just so they could curb any competition and secure a top spot in line for defiling the blond lad themselves. Finding himself freed for the moment pending, Gyllen hastily hoisted his trousers back to his waistline before rolling onto his hands and knees and scampered away from the core of the discordant strife, slipping his way undetected through the sprinting legs of those amassing into the brawling mob. Gyllen scrambled to his feet once enough vertical space allowed him to do so and continued with his getaway, however a small detachment of straggling convicts caught the golden-haired boy run by in their peripheries and immediately gave chase, no doubt chancing to seize him for some precursory amusement for themselves alone before the others could notice.

With pure fear for his well-being clouding any and all rational thought, the automatic motion of Gyllen's legs soon foolishly carried him directly into a corner of the room when attempting to put as much distance between himself and the enclosing females who now blockaded him from every escape route conceivable. Gyllen turned and stood stock still save for a nervous tremble in his knees as his fearful eyes darted from one rapacious visage to another all trained on his position, the females they belonged to resembling a pack of starved hyenas more than they did intelligent people. The prince's throat had gone dry by the time he swallowed from quiet distress, his white hands balling up as he closed his eyes with no other option presented before him but to steel himself and reluctantly resign to whatever abhorrent trials now lay ahead of him for an uncomfortably unknowable stint of time.

Before a single finger could be lain upon his fragile person however, Gyllen unexpectedly felt what could only be accurately described as four separate sets of five spikes each stabbing into both his shoulders and both his calves with pressure akin to a bear trap's jaws, suddenly finding himself being lifted clean off the floor and rocketing directly towards the ceiling! The prince was far too awed by this unpredicted development to make even a single utterance in surprise towards it, though that did not stop his countenance from contorting as his flesh felt close to being punctured by the unspecified skewers. When his thoughts eventually recollected, he looked down below to see the group seconds away from assaulting him now throwing up their hands in vain and proclaiming expletives as they shrank from view, next adjusting his vision to his own person to see four limbs - their skin coarse and pigmented a deep grey not unlike that of a rhinoceros or elephant -- extended across and embracing his torso and his legs, all ending in five talons clutched to his frame.

As abruptly as he had been elevated, Gyllen was then dropped face-first onto a moth-eaten mattress strewn with several rags of mismatching sources within a recess located in an uppermost corner of the ceiling, just above a row of cells, the furthest it could possibly be tucked away from access by and the prying looks of a vast majority of the inmates. The blond quickly scrambled around to confront his selfsame saviour and abductor face-to-face, noticing the colour and texture of her skin right away as it perfectly matched that of the arms and legs constricted around his figure a mere moment ago. She wore little in the ways of clothing, merely an improvised skirt and top fashioned from disused tatters, and she was completely hairless from head to toes, with the only things decorating her pate being a pair of ivory horns coiling outwards on either side from her ridged brow (like those of a ram) above her amber eyes shimmering and staring back at the boy from the shadows.

A tail long enough to reach the floor and then some sprouted from the small of her back, starting out thick at its base and very gradually tapering out into a sharp point by its end, though the single most striking aspect of her monstrous physiology was the pair of leather wings protruding and unfurled wide from her back, each visibly segmented into four sections of disgustingly vibrant orange membranes by thin strands of bone visible through the semi-translucent tissue, along with functioning blood vessels, overall not dissimilar the forelimbs of a bat. All the available signs unambiguously indicated that Gyllen had been snatched up and flown to this hidden perch by none other than a female gargoyle!

Gyllen's vision adjusted to the limited light before long, now able to decipher many of the finer details on the winged woman's person as she was looming over his vulnerable body, including the subtle curves on her sides created from a combination of a slender midriff, wide hips and moderate bust. Her countenance was certainly comely as well, with soft, girlish features that greatly offset the rest of her frightening appearance. The lad took at least some comfort at the sight of these aspects of the face, though the wide, fanged grin that split the horned female's features from pointed ear to ear and the wild look in her eyes perturbed the prince in a way he could not clearly define, a feeling which was only further emphasised by the gargoyle's speech:

"Oh, please do not fret yourself, child. You're safe now. Up here. With me." She said in a soothing tone, but underlined with vague, bizarre mania, speaking Gaulish of all things, though oddly without a matching accent. "You know...whenever I see pretty little boys and girls like you, I just can't help myself but to snatch them up for myself!" She continued without pause despite, the distress ever slowly manifesting in Gyllen's expression. "You know...now that I get a better look at you...you remind me so much of my last boyfriend! Well, maybe you're just a little older than he was...? Then again, he'd probably be about the same age by now anyway. You lose track of the years so easily in this place..." She sighed heavily as she turned her head to the side, looking forlorn as she stared beyond the prison walls before her features twisted into deranged vexation.

"Oh, how long has it been since I arrived here...? How long has it been since those worthless human grown-ups stormed my belfry and took all my precious little friends away before throwing me in this hellhole!? I harmed no-one! Yet mad they called me! Mad! All we wanted was to play our games in peace, away from the rest of the world! Is that really such a crime!?" She snapped her neck and once more faced the blond who was at a loss for words, making him shrink very slightly from beholding the jarring movement, as well as her discomforting stare he could almost feel burning a hole through his head. The gargoyle then dropped onto her left knee beside where Gyllen lay frozen, raising her right hand before very subtly brushing the backs of her claws against his silky smooth locks as he remained hesitant to raise a fuss after seeing the obvious emotionally unhinged behaviour she displayed lest he invoke her ire. "...Oh...but you won't leave me, will you? My lovely golden child...you'd never leave me. I shall claim you as I had claimed them...you shall be made mine! Now and for always!"

Any mental energy the prince directed into devising for a way to make his escape were dashed in an instant once he saw the gargoyle stand back up and begin to shed the scraps that constituted her clothing without any prompt. It took less than a second before the winged woman's top and skirt were respectively removed, now poised with nothing to conceal her grey body in the slightest. Naturally, the blonde's optics dropped from her face to her chest, discovering the nipples which tipped her sizeable globes to be completely onyx in hue and even slightly reflective akin to the dark mineral it resembled. His gaze trailed further down her slender physique before arriving to the space between her legs and the slit which occupied it, the latter possessing the same colouration and gloss as her nipples, if not with a far more noticeable sheen compared to her areolae, which the prince surmised to have been caused by a sudden triggering of arousal unfelt by the gargoyle for gods know how long...

Speaking of arousal, Gyllen could not help but find himself enamoured with the beautiful female form now presented nude before him in spite of the unfavourable set of current circumstances he was trapped in, and from very nearly having perfect strangers force their will upon him not five minutes prior. The young prince merely sat with his mouth agape and his sapphire eyes wide, stunned to the point where he did not even notice the bulge that had formed and strained against the crotch of his constrictive, cream breeches, his attention only brought to such when acknowledged by the gargoyle.

"Myyy~" The grey female purred, followed by a lick of her lips. "Aren't you a virile young thing~?" Instantly, she dove back down, this time onto her side by the sitting prince's left flank, wrapping her right arm around his shoulder to prevent the blond from shying away any more than he already had. Her remaining arm gracefully glided to where his rude protrusion was begging to be set free, very lightly skating the tips of her keen fingernails over the thin stretch of fabric which separated the talons from the flesh. Even from this minimalistic teasing, Gyllen shivered as he felt the points of those grey digits continuously trace figure eights against his clothed manhood, a quiet moan even escaping his lips to match the occasional twitches the lump made ever so slightly.