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Prison Island Inmate	By : TimedWatcher & Cakepoundin Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 9314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Her slim leg was raised high up on top of her man Bunk, along with her dainty, vine like hand, that held ever so limply along his broad shouldered statue of a chest. She had no idea humans could be so... manly. She loved the ogling eyes of the men at lunch time -- they were practically drooling for her. If it wasn't for Bunk and some of his associates, she imagined she'd be thrown over the table and gang raped six ways from Sunday. Her ass sticking out at exactly human cock height, waiting for all comers. She'd be the only part of the cafeteria where you could get seconds.
Sonic was starting to get the vapors just thinking about it.
'A girl could dream.'
She was demure, however, and acted like any woman should: Being seen, but not heard. She smiled or giggled or kissed Bunk whenever he told a joke that she didn't understand, but received raucous laughter at the table all the same.
There was a change in tone, as everyone kept their head down, the heavy foot steps of a guard approaching.
"Hey Bunk, enough of the grab ass. Your girlfriend has a visitor."
Bunk stood up to object. "That's bullshit. Ain't no visitors allowed on Prison Island."
"Keep it in check, Bunk. That's just what I've been told. Now come on." He waved two fingers at Sonic. The sissyhog seemed nervous, hands clutched to her chest as she began to follow the screw. Bunk grabbed at her however, pulling her into a whisper.
"Baby, if you're gonna be seeing anybody, you might wanna go and get changed." Bunk was right - she had cut down her prison outfit to a pair of orange daisy dukes, his blue tail punctuating the whole thing as it stuck out through a carefully cut hole that could be used in a pinch for a quickie. Her black shirt had the cuffs removed, exposing her thin and girlish arms along with her tattoo "Prison Island Bitch", which was on the widest part of it. It was a simple etch that hurt a lot, but Bunk demanded it - and who was she to say no?
He went and did as told, making sure to wipe off what he could and changing into his spare outfit. He'd keep his pink colored nails in his pockets, as nail polish remover was hard to come by.
There was a visitor center that had hardly seen any use, and through the glass, he could see his best friend Tails and his crush, Amy. He was unshackled, and he ran in excited to see them. Amy and Tails were looking at him with raised eye brows as he took a seat. "What? Is there something in my teeth?" He joked with a smile, but they didn't seem to be laughing or even giving him a pity grin.
They looked between eachother not sure what to say. "Uh... Sonic... why are your lips pink like Amy's?"
Sonic placed his hand across his face and kissed the back of it. He moved it a bit forward and was horrified to see a pink stain. He... he thought he had wiped it off. He was sure he did. He flew up from his chair, knocking it to the ground in the process. "I-I gotta go." He then bolted off, still trying to get the make up off -- his world falling to pieces.
He awoke in a cold sweat, nearly taking a tumble out of bed, but being saved by the lumbering, tired arm of Bunk.
As lightly as he could, he lifted Bunk off of him, removing himself from the little spoon position he had found himself in. As if expecting the worst, he lifted his shirt expecting to be branded... but he wasn't. He let out of a sigh of relief - a false one, because he was still Bunks bitch. His face fell into his hands, and his palms swiped back and forth before he stood up, wandering from corner to corner of the tiny box. He wished there was some freedom to run, hell, freedom to jog, but he wasn't so sure he could do that with his bum leg, but even walking as slow as he did, his ass just felt so sore... human cock wasn't meant for animal sized holes. He wondered if it'd still be animal sized if he ever managed to escape from prison.
Sonic thought about the dream - it was so vivid. Was that going to be him in a couple months? Maybe a couple weeks?
... A couple days?
Sonic looked over the sleeping Bunk, and realised that he was the one in the position of vulnerability, not him. The nostrils of his black nose began flaring in anger of the man that seemed to sleep so casually while he was tormented daily and nightly by feelings and visions of rape.
Maybe Sonic would throttle him. Or grab that extra pillow and suffocate him. Or maybe find that pair of glasses and get the knife and-
Sonic played it out many times, but the question remained, after everything was said and done... who would protect him? The other inmates would just ignore that Bunk died, instead focusing on the fact that he was on the market again...
Sonic exhaled, letting his anger go and shoulders fall limp, as he crawled back into bed with him.
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"Blue Skin, get over here." He patted beside himself on his bottom bunk bed. Sonic, with hesitant steps, walked over. "Get daddy out of his underwear." The boxers he wore didn't disguise that bulge of his one bit. Sonic took a seat next to Bunk and reached over to his big balls and even bigger dick. Bunk laid back against the wall, arms folded behind his head, relaxing with his bitch as Sonic snapped the elastic down lower, his hard on proudly displayed. Bunk held Sonic at the back of his head, pushing him down.
Sonic hated the smell - but the rancid taste was the worst as he swirled his tongue underneath his head. Sonic knew Bunk showered well, but their sweaty assfucks must have been responsible. From his hairy balls to the even hairier pubes, nothing about what he was doing got Sonic's body to respond, and he tried his best to think about anything else - but it was hard to forget his lips were wrapped around some man's cock.
"Oh fuck I'm sorry to interrupt." One of his reliable operators placed a hand over his eye and looked out from the cell.
"It's fine Mick. Bitches don't listen to business. Isn't that right?" Sonic looked up, trying to seem disobedient, before nodding, taking the back dick into his mouth without question.
Except for quiet slurping, there wasn't a peep until Bunk broke the ice. "You wanna join in Mick?"
"Nah... nah that's alright Bunk."
"That's too bad - because I'm gonna be wearing this bitch out on the circuit. Let people know about it. If they got the cash, they got this ass. Show him your assets, honey." Sonic moved from the bed and stood, bending over Bunk. Sonic began undressing himself one handedly and letting it fall to his feet. As Sonic jerked and sucked, he reached a hand back and spread his left cheek, careful to keep his legs closed so Mick couldn't see his penis.
There was a pause. "Yeah... yeah... we can talk about this later, Bunk."
Sonic wasn't stupid, and knew what Bunk was thinking about doing. Once Mick was gone, he stopped giving him pleasure for just a moment. "B-but I gave you my ass so you'd protect me."
In a snap, Bunk had Sonic's mouth and chipmunked his face with a squeeze. "I took your ass, punk. You didn't give me anything I didn't already have. You're just a tool for when masturbation gets boring. So if I piss in your mouth, you'd better call it lemonade." Bunk's eyes flicked away from Sonic. "In fact..." He lifted Sonic nearly off his feet, and Sonic did his best to keep pace on the tips of his toes as Bunk was hurting his neck
Placed on top of the toilet, Sonic had only a guess as to what was going to happen - and truly wished it wasn't that. Bunk stuck his dick down the animal maw of Sonic again, unafraid of his teeth, and that's when Bunk's neck slacked as he let loose his bladder. To Sonic, it had to be a gallon of the stuff as he swallowed it at a rapid pace, afraid of what Bunk might do if he suddenly sputtered it up.
After several glugs from Sonic, Bunk pushed off, his urine soaked head mere inches from Sonic's lips. "Now go brush your teeth again, your customers, nor I, would appreciate a piss soaked smelling mouth." Bunk walked away, as Sonic put his hands on his swollen and waterlogged feeling belly.
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"I'll need you to see someone later. Get you nice and presentable." The fear in Sonic's spine blossomed into a full bloom of fear at those words. Presentable for who? "Her names Beth, and she's the best in the prison, and she'll help you figure out the... you know, the shit women do." Did Bunk say... she? She who? How would a woman be in a jail so dominated by men? Sonic was about to ask about her when he saw him stroking his early five o'clock shadow, looking out over to the tables. "That's Mick. I'll be back." Bunk passed Sonic his tray, which he took absentmindedly.
His fingers tapped the plastic nervously, as Sonic felt like he wasn't on his safety wire, grinding a thin rail as more and more of the line moved up. That's when an ugly, ugly man with red and sickly eyes stepped up to Sonic. "Yo yo yo, hey little hedgehog. I heard you're up for grabs and Bunk ain't interested in you no mo'. That true?" Sonic immediately stepped back once he started speaking, on top of missing some teeth, his breath stunk to high heaven. Sonic did his best to ignore him, but the man kept on talking fast and weird, until he heard 'let me get up in that' and Sonic dropped his and Bunk's trays with a bang at the slippery and cold feeling that he felt trying to penetrate him. Sonic tried to wrench free, but the hand inside his clothes kept him in place.
But the hand soon fell away as a loud thud rang out.
Bunk stood victorious, as it only took one strike from Bunk to knock down the filthy looking roach of a man. Sonic wasn't sure how to feel as Bunk jumped the railing and back into the line, standing again with Sonic, picking up new trays along the way. Sonic expected to be judged by Bunk for that, for letting himself fall prey to that... but instead, Bunk just hovered a little closer to him than he usually did.
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Sonic had been checking out the prison halls by himself, one of the few times Bunk didn't have him under his watch for an extended period of time... but Sonic kinda wish he did, as he kept his eyes low to the ground, passing by guys who were either being escorted by guards or just as 'free range' as he was. It seemed almost random as to who was allowed to wander. Maybe they just liked to pick and choose who got the attention, as there had to have been ten prisoners for every guard.
The prisoners in their pods either ignored him completely or bolted up to catch a glimpse of him -- some hooting, some grabbing for him, or some telling him to throw his ass their way.
Bunk told him to go to the cell right before the end of this block, and Sonic knew it had to be the right one, because it was the only one with its door open. Seemingly inviting the prison population for random pop ins.
In the middle of it stood a tall, tall, model of a dark skinned woman, nails quite long as she dabbed a foamy sponge along her high cheekboned features while staring intently into a pocket mirror. "Mmmm, I'll just be a second baby- oh, honey, hi!" Her long hair flipped as she turned to face him. Sonic approached. She sounded like a woman, but as he got closer, things became a bit more clear and obvious: She wasn't a she, the long hair was a wig, and almost like a t-rex, she kept her long arms awkward and close to her chest to hide their true length, and her chest... actually, her chest had grown like a girls, somehow. Was she...?
She kissed the open air around his face. "You're Bunk's girl, right?"
Sonic tried to protest that. "H-he thinks that."
She/he was quick in response with a throaty, mocking tone as she bit her lower lip. "That's not what I heard... besides, Bunk wouldn't be paying me to doll you up for a laugh." She flicked her head towards her bed. "Have a seat, hun." Sonic did, as he watched Beth gather up either legitimate make up, or jury rigged bottles she obtained from the commissary, dropping a few at his side. With a 'come hither' finger, she had him scooch up his pointed nose and maw, as she busted out the lipstick.
Sonic's lips turned inward as soon as he felt it, like it was another pink phallic object that wanted to molest him. Beth was patient though. "Come on, sweetie." Sonic held his position, before finally relenting. Sonic didn't like the feeling at all, as it was like his lips were being coated in wax. With every coat, Sonic just wanted to get away from her and rub it all away. "So, how long you been with Bunk?"
Sonic froze up, quiet to the question. Beth didn't seem to mind that he was silent, as she stood, admiring her work with a hand on her hip, before closing the lipstick and grabbing an almost artists brush that she twirled around in an almost light blue charcoal looking plastic tub. As she grabbed his chin, moving with the point as if she were about to poke out his eye, Sonic shut them. "A week." He could feel a hot tear run down.
"A week!? A week ain't nothing in here. Imagine how you'll be in a year."
"... W-what will I be like in a year?"
There was silence, as to Beth, it may as well have been a rhetorical question.
"Was it... was it like this for you?"
"It was bad, sweetie. I used to have to use kool-aid to redden up my face and lips."
"No... no, did you... you know... did it happen to you?"
"Oh, my first time. Of course honey. I was a lot like you, all impetuous 'n shit, 'scuse my French. I was put in with a pot bellied old man with the whitest beard, and he tore my ass up."
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything. It was all up to Frank. He used me, abused me -- basically did anything and everything a bored and horny man could get up to, but he also showed me some incredible kindness and loved me like I was his girlfriend..."
Sonic wasn't sure if he heard it right, but it seemed like Beth had nostalgic admiration for her old rapist. "S-so what happened to him?"
"He had a heart attack. At his age, it was only a matter of time -- worrying about me and eating that prison food didn't help though."
"He worried about you?"
"Absolutely. If I was in the shower too long, he knew. He'd kiss me up and down, thankful I was back safe and sound. Apparently his last bitch was stabbed when he wasn't around to protect her. Now, kissing a man full on the lips was strange at first, but once I started looking more and more like a woman, it just felt like I was made to do that... and done." Beth seemed happy with the results, as she collected up everything. "I didn't use any foundation, because you already got a cute face -- so I just focused on your lips and your eyes. Tell Bunk I said hi."
Sonic blinked for a moment, his eyelashes feeling heavier, almost caught in a daze. As Sonic was about to leave the cell, he winced, realising what he'd have to do:
He'd have to walk past everyone again.
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Bunk seemed excited, his pants already stripped, wearing nothing but a shirt and pair of boxers, anticipating Sonic's return. Bunk hid his internal excitement, but wasn't shy to show off his external one.
He stepped in - but he was starting to look a heckuva lot more like a she to Bunk. In a bubblegum shade of pink lipstick, and turquoise shaded eyes, Sonic looked absolutely sexy -- his emerald irises seemingly even bigger, more pronounced, even if the hedgehog wasn't exactly excited to see him. Sonic tried to make his way closer to the bed, but Bunk held up his hand. "I want you to spin for daddy." Sonic did so stiffly, going from front to back, arms locked to his sides. "Wooo, yeah! You're looking good enough to eat." The loudness of Bunk caught him off guard and Sonic tried to sit next to Bunk in a hurry, but Bunk reneged, pointing to the hard floor between his feet, as he opened his legs. "Bitches go on their knees." Sonic wasn't surprised, and he took up his usual position, staring blankly into the raging erection of Bunk, his hand on his base, barely covering up his scruffy balls. As Sonic opened his mouth, instead of meeting with a cock, he met with the burly hand of Bunk. His thumb, like it had seen too many hammer hits, pushed past his lips, rubbing around the interior as Bunk examined him deeply. "God damn your lips look nice and thick."
Sonic couldn't help but flutter his eyes in response.
Removing his thumb, he presented his cock to the lush lips of Sonic, who seemed to naturally give it kisses. At this point, Sonic was mostly over how gross this was -- to Sonic, it was just so boring. If he was attentive, Bunk would come quickly, then the actual gross part would have to be dealt with. As Bunk's man meat slid in, Sonic's eyes went half lidded as it pressed down his tongue and tickled his throat. Sonic gargled for a second, before starting his standard push of going back and forth, his chest rising and falling, his knees on the hard concrete growing numb. Yet there was a slight difference: On Bunk's flesh colored penis was the appearance of a pink smear. He ulped, causing the cock head to graze the roof of his mouth, but Bunk didn't seem to notice, sniffing a little.
That's when Sonic couldn't stop himself from thinking about how Amy would have done it... to him, TO HIM! Not Bunk... Sonic felt like an idiot rejecting her advances so often, but he knew if he ever got out of here, he'd marry that girl and be at her every whim. Sonic closed his eyes, transferring his feeling of cock sucking to Amy, the feeling of her head between his legs and-
Bunk slapped the taste so hard out of Sonic's mouth that even his cock fell out. "What did I tell you?"
Sonic nearly started bawling, but sucked it in, as he rebooted, moving his hands from between his legs and pleasuring himself to the thought of Amy, to now jerking Bunk robotically. "Yes sir."
Bitches, in Bunk's opinion, could never pleasure themselves. Otherwise they'd realise they have a prick, and if they have a prick, they might realise they're a man. In their dynamic, Sonic could never see himself that way. Even an abused man will lash out like a dog, but an abused "woman"? She'd be his, and he'd make sure of it.
His throat was already starting to act like his ass, starting out tight, but getting more and more wide to his girth. Maybe Bunk was training Sonic's throat muscles, or maybe the Sonic bitch was just starting to love it, either way, they were gonna be perfect. Bunk thought Sonic was already starting to look the part. Guiding Sonic back down, he started humping the mouth of the hedgehog in an attempt to punish the little bitch.
Without warning, Sonic felt Bunk explode, and he did his best to block its entry to his gullet. He didn't swallow, instead, stewing the cum in his cheek as he made his way to the sink -- but Sonic was tugged back.
"Wait. Take off your pants."
Sonic stared at the sink that seemed so far now. He swallowed the nasty protein so he could beg for him to stop. "P-p-please sir, I don't want to do that now."
"I'm not asking you." Bunk stated coldly. Sonic teared up, as he began cinching his clothes off, trying to hide how he was about to smudge the make up.
Just as he was about to bend over, Sonic tightened up with a startle at the feeling of a pinch, but it was quick and over shortly. "What was that?" Sonic tried to peer down at his ass to even get the faintest idea of what just happened.
Bunk barely paid Sonic's question any mind. "Just a little prick." He looked up without missing a beat. "Just like yours."
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