I'm obsessed with the idea of a reagent take the opportunity of being the prison to take a decent shower for once but of course Coyle stumbles upon them.
A lot of things sucked about Sinyala. The food, the trials, the other reagents…okay, truth to be told, there were barely any positive things about Sinyala. But the worst thing? No warm water. The weekly showers always ran cold, probably measured to keep the reagents from showering for too long, keeping them from wasting water, but come on…at least one warm shower to rub the filth off in a while wouldn’t kill them.
She sighed as the scene in front of her played out, Coyle getting head, the Warden on his knees when the sprinklers hit and Coyle got his dick bitten into. Outsch.
The two left and she headed into the shower area. Normally at least one big grunt would come in to interrupt her investigations of the area (why was there so much blood on the floor where Coyle just stood with his dick out?), but not this time.
She looked around when a spray of water hit her face, making her jump back in shock. But…the water was warm? Hu? Warm water in Sinyala? Only Primes were getting these treats, she guessed.
One of the shower blocks appeared to not be decoration - it had a working valve and pipes connected to its showerhead. She stepped towards there and turned on the shower head. Out came beautiful warm water, only a few drops at first as she didn’t want to waste any water, else Dr. Easterman would throw her solo into Solve the Murder…
The monster closets stayed silent, so she quickly got rid of her clothes, covered in stains of unknown origin, better not to know what fluids had seeped into the fabric.
Fabric fell on the floor and she stepped into the warm spray of the shower, her muscles relaxing instantly despite the environment she was in. She closed her eyes, leaning her whole body against the cold wet tiles of the shower, feeling her limbs so soft, all the anxiety from the long time she had spent in Sinyala washed down the drain.
“Enjoyin’ yourself there?”, her eyes shot open at the oh-to-familiar voice echoing through the room. The smell of static hit her nose, its bleach-like scent burning into her nose. Coyle. Fuck.
The steps came closer with no way to hide, even her clothes were too far to grab.
Once he had stepped around the corner, Coyle looked at the pile of clothes in front of him, then fixed his eyes on her, like a predator studying its prey, making sure he’d find the right moment to bite into her throat.
“Wasn’t expecting a view like that.”, Coyle chuckled as he leaned against one of the tile walls, soaking up her body she tried to hide with her hands, at least the most intimate parts. “No no…don’t be shy honey. Nothing I ain’t seen before.”
Honey? Oh good Lord, she wanted to puke.
“Come on. Keep on going. You don’t want the water to run cold, do you? Dr. Easterman would be very, very upset about this.”
He would be, Coyle was right. Fuck, Coyle was right about something.
Coyle reached into the pocket of his jacket, taking out a scrub sponge and throwing it her way. “Show me how badly you wanna be clean.”, he said while she picked it up, using the hand she had used - or tried to use - to hide her breasts and nipples, earning a low whistle from Coyle.
The sponge was rough and clearly used before, feeling like tiny pieces of metal, closer to steel wool than a sponge but if the Sergeant demanded it…what else could she do?
She slowly dragged the sponge over her arms, leaving behind tiny red marks where once blood and gore had painted her skin crimson. She tried to do it slow to stretch out the unpleasant parts, but after a few minutes of watching her clean her face and torso, Coyle let out a frustrated groan. He picked up her panties from the pile of clothes, holding them up to his face and giving them a good sniff. “You smell filthy down there. Come on, spread your legs and wash up properly. Or do I have to give you a bath?”
Oh fuck, the man was impatient. Her face flushed red as she lowered the sponge between her legs, leaving red marks on her inner thighs, all the way up to her sex. Coyle clicked his tongue, flicking the ash from his cigarette as he watched her clean herself. He could have sworn he could have smelt her pussy - weekly showers truly weren’t the greatest choice in Sinyala.
“Between the folds too.”, Coyle laughed, then took a step closer, forcing her to take a step back, “Or do you want me to help you?”
“No, I am a big girl, I can do this alone!” “Then be a good girl and do what Daddy wants.”
Fucking hell. She spread her folds and dragged the sponge back and forth, for a moment she was glad she hadn’t had her period since she had entered Sinyala, else she would have made his precious sponge all bloody and chunky.
Coyle clapped his hands together, “Good. Shower time is over.”, and he reached past her, turning off the water. He ripped the sponge out of her hands and squeezed the leftover water into his mouth. Coyle swooshed the water around his mouth like mouthwash before spitting it out, directly into the drain by her feet.
“Good. Now you taste clean. I’ll see you in the basement.”, Coyle smirked and turned on his heels, stalking towards the monster closet before disappearing in there.
And she? She stood there, the red marks on her skin starting to pound in slight pain. In this moment she realized there were no towels anywhere and using the dead reagent’s shirt close to her would make her even filthier. Fuck, she had to face Coyle in a wet shirt. He’d like that, that bastard.
I don't believe we've met, but as this facility's Lead Architect I have been strongly encouraged to ask for your opinion regarding the state of your Environments. If I'm honest, I barely remember what they look like, considering how rarely I get to work on them, so do avoid imprecise language.
Best regards,
– @m-scarfiotti-murkoffcorp
First of all, you are parts of the 'higher ups', so I spat in front of your feet.
Second, the Police Station and Courthouse are great. Love 'em. Great enviroment. Feels like I am real.
If I could add a little thing, could you ask your goons to clear out the dead bodies every once in a while? The ones by the evidence rooms in the Courthouse are smelling to the high heavens and I would like to keep my lunch in.
Okay nasty nsfw. I'm thinking Coyle finds out one of his favorite reagents got a bit jealous of the warden so he decides to give them some extra attention.
“What was that for?”, they asked, “I thought I was your number one.”
Coyle laughed breathlessly as he chased his little bird into the darkness of the prison cells, the Biter growling somewhere in the distance. “A man has certain needs, sweetness. Gotta take care of them when you ain’t around.” The buzzing and sizzling of his stun baton made them aware of where Coyle was. Coyle was a terrible, terrible man, but so was everyone in Sinyala. Everyone had their ghosts of the past which were haunting them, some more, some less.
“Thank fuck I’m here now.”, they said. The next room they ran into - dead end. The door was barred, no way to get out of here. But did they even want a way out, they thought as Coyle’s hot breath hit their neck.
“Thank fuck indeed.”, Coyle grinned, dropping his stun baton to the floor. He needed both hands for what he had planned. With a swift motion, Coyle pressed his Favourite towards the nearest wall, their head just barely missing a splatter of blood on said wall. Pressing his right leg between their legs, Coyle kept them secure in place, no way to escape anytime soon - unless he wanted them to, to be thrilled by the hunt. But not now, he had to make up for something. His hands reached to the front of his Favourite’s shirt, grabbing a handful of their flesh, feeling them up.
“Nobody feels as good as you do.”, Coyle breathed into their ear, giving it a nibble as he started to grind his knee against their sex, earning breathless gasps from their pretty mouth. “A mouth is a mouth, that’s for sure, but you? You are a delight…so sweet, so delicious.”
Just as they were about to reach their peak, not having been touched by anyone in weeks - or months, time passing was a strange thing in Sinyala - did that to them, Coyle picked up the pace. “Cum for me, baby.” he growled.
Their orgasm hit them hard and fast, a mess in their pants as Coyle felt their arousal soaking through the fabric, a smirk on his lips. “How are you gonna focus on the rest of this shitshow now?” “No…No clue…” “Wanna take this to the showers? Wanna drop the soap for Daddy?”
What's your favorite part about catching a reagent hiding, what hiding places do you like finding them in the most?
(am adult so you can be as smutty all you want)
Hm...I'm liking the way you're thinking, anon.
I'm very fond of the desks, not gonna lie. Seeing them all curled up, more often than not in a fetus position, prayin' I ain't gonna see them? Cute. And Stupid. There's a few ones which I'd like to grab outta that damn hiding spot, push them onto the desk and have my way with 'em...but Easterdick forbids me from doin' that, so for now a man can dream about some wet pussy.
