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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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Amy rested her head on her pillow and wiped away a tear. 'My first night alone since Sonic disappeared… It's been three weeks and I never knew how lonely and defenseless I could feel without him.' She thought to herself. The mere thought reduced her to tears once again. Amy rolled to her side and let her tears fall to her pillow and she drifted into sleep… Amy woke up to the sound of breaking glass. Thick smoke billowed up from the ground and began to choke her. She saw multiple masked men run towards her with the barrels of their guns fixated directly on her. With a swift blow from the butt of a rifle she was back into dreamland.

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Bunk couldn't sleep. He thought he could go a day without fucking the blue butt of his bitch. He felt weak as he grabbed at his junk through his thin sheet. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until he was satisfied. His legs swung over with a squeak, before he touched down with a fleshy thump, staring at his face down and subservient slut. He had told Sonic to start sleeping on his stomach from now on, in case he needed a late night fuck and now was the night to cash in.

Sonic tossed and turned, irritated at the feeling in his chest. Something had changed and he couldn't pinpoint it. He felt more... sensitive, there, but had no explanation for why. He jumped a slight moment at a hand that touched his thigh, and made its way up to his ass.

Sonic was quick to expose himself, pulling down his pants and then clasping his hands at both cheeks. He spread himself wide with eyes still closed. Bunk stared down the deep dark crevice, the pink porthole surrounded by blue fur, and he nearly slobbered over himself.

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Sonic watched Beth intently as she painted her nails, hugging her knees to herself in a perched position as she did it. Sonic lifted his knees close to his chest in imitation, but didn't go so far as the nail painting. It was good to be able to spend time with someone not actively preying on him, or wanting him to do something he considered 'gay'.

"So what are you in for?"

Still focused, she answered. "Robbing a liquor store."

As Beth just kept swirling the brush on her tiny canvases, Sonic looked her up and down, his voice going a little soft. "Really? Wow. I just can't see you doing that."

She raised an eyebrow. "Tell that to my parole officer... oh wait."

Sonic and Beth both laughed.

Then he got a little nervous.

Beth's smile faded. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"That's the first time I've laughed here." Sonic looked to Beth like it was the most deadly serious thing in the world. "Is... is this my life now?"

Her chocolate lips popped. "Maybe, baby -- but Bunk'll take care of you as long as you're here... well, if you do what he says."

Sonic sat up, afraid for his own safety. "What? What do you mean? Did he have... previous ones, like me?" That story of Frank and what happened to his girl surfaced in his mind.

Beth was going to tell him, but The Bull stepped in. "Shit, sorry honey. This is my two o'clock." Beth had meant to clear Sonic out earlier, but she got a bit distracted talking to him. She knew what The Bull had done to him, and didn't want this confrontation.

"Well well... two of my favorite bitches in one cell. Is it my birthday?"

Sonic wanted to leap up and tell him to fuck off, but he knew better. He knew way better, as The Bull saddled up his bulky form to where Sonic was sitting. Sonic moved to leave, but The Bull moved with him, his eyes following every inch.

"Bull..." Beth called to him.

He turned away for just a moment. "What? The little punk can watch and learn how to please a real man." That gave Sonic the opportunity to get out of there. Bunk's dick was big but familiar, but Bull's dick still scared him, so he shuffled away as fast as he could -- but Beth's voice was like a magnet on his steps even as far away as he had gotten.

"Oh god - oh my god, Bull. SLOW DOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW"

She was moaning his name.

Sonic felt defeated once more.

That's when a big hand wrapped around his chin, pulling up his face. He struggled for a moment, expecting Bunk or Bull or somebody, but had a piece of leather brown material strapped to his snout, as the vice was secured to the back of his head, Sonic knew he couldn't move his jaw in anyway. Two guards were strongarming him now, as he was being lead to a group of cell doors he wasn't quite familiar with. One held him, as the other broke out a key. He heard a buzz as it opened, before he was then taken to a set of stairs, and marched up them -- feeling a slight prodding of their hands with every slow step he took.

Before he could walk into a wall, he was turned towards a wooden door with fogged up glass. The words inscribed were somehow hope inspiring for him. Yet, what he saw inside was anything but.

After having his muzzle removed, Sonic's mouth held agape as he saw who was sitting at the big office chair and desk in the Warden's room.

The oversized man pressed a red button on his intercom. "Oh Eva - I sent for a Sonic, Sonic the Hedgehog - not his sister." He mocked in only the way Robotnik could.

"Robutthead?" Sonic asked in quieted disbelief. What... what was he doing as the head of a G.U.N. prison?

His cheese eating grin was as wide as his moustache. "Surprised to see me? Don't be! I've been pardoned. Can you believe it? You know the right people, you pay the right people... maybe you make the President a robot, and make him say the right things on behalf of the right people. Or on the behalf of left people, I'm not picky -- and it all works out! Afterall, I'm not the one behind bars right now... but I see you've taken like a fish to water here in prison... in that you sucked down any fisherman's hook."

Sonic mustered up what little courage he had left. "I don't want to hear it Eggman, so either roboticize me or..."

Robotnik was quick to interrupt with a sneer "Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you. Just like our old days, prancing around the green hills of... Green Hill..." Robotnik clicked the lights off "But the guards tell me you're up to much DIFFERENT activities than running. Hmm, yes, yes..." His face downturned, the shadows of the room adding a sinister, more lecherous look to the balding genius from the desk lamp's orange glow, as he shut that off too. "If only Amy knew what you were up to... oh, but I can show you what she's been up to." The orb of a man rolled back in his desk chair, yanking down a blank white screen.

Sonic's hair raised, his eyes grew. "If you hurt her..."

Robotnik turned on a projector that began spinning its reels, as the footage starting to run over the mad doctor, his face now a worn light blue. "Oh Sonic, you should know by now there's more to torture than just pain."

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Amy opened her eyes once more in a dimly lit concrete room. The walls were grey with deep brown smears on them. Her first thought was that someone less than civilized had decided to avoid using the toilet by the smell gave away its true composition. Dried blood. Not just smeared on one wall it was splattered along the other walls too. The floor had a crusty pool of dried blood at the door. Amy looked up towards the sliding hatch of the heavy steel door and saw that it was also caked in dry blood. Some poor bastard must have had it slammed on his fingers. Amy immediately vomited missing the toilet and spewing on her clothes. A voice from outside the room called.

"Hey, I think the princess is awake." His friends chuckled as they dragged something heavy along the floor outside. The steel door slowly swung open and Amy immediately saw a group of men dressed similarly the people who kidnapped her, minus the gasmasks and tactical gear. She barely had time to react as she saw one of them lift a heavy hose to her and spray her down with freezing cold water. She screamed as the jet hit her pushing her to the blood matted back wall of the cell. The hose stopped as one of the men shouted at her, commanding her to strip down. Amy obediently removed her dress as the men whistled and jeered.

"Good little hedgewhore." Sneered the soldier holding the hose. Without warning her, he blasted her again with the freezing torrent of water. "Now that you're all clean, I think it's time to take you to the boss." Two of the soldiers immediately seized Amy and ripped away her panties and bra. "It's a shame we can't have a little fun right here, but the boss wants you to himself whilst you are... fresh out of the shower." The soldier giggled to himself at his joke and began dragging her. Three soldiers led the way swinging their batons loudly at the other steel doors on the corridor, and two held Amy by her arms as they dragged her while Three lagged behind ogling and photographing the hedgehog's behind.

Two of the soldiers ahead stood to the sides of an ornate heavy wooden door. The third hastily knocked on the door and waited at attention. The door swung open and the silhouette of a tall rotund man filled the doorway. "I'll take it from here, gentlemen." Boomed the voice. It didn't click to Amy who the voice belonged to until he stepped forwards to grip Amy's hair. Doctor Ivo Robotnik. The sight of him made Amy's skin crawl.

'What is he planning? Does he want me all to himself!?' Tears welled up in her eyes. Terror took hold in her heart. Robotnik dragged Amy into the room by her hair and the soldiers closed the door behind him. "Dear Ms Rose, I have Sonic right here in this very facility. You want to see him don't you?" Robotnik leered at Amy.

Without thought Amy immediately replied "Yes I do, please, I need to see him!"

A wide grin spread across Robotnik's face. “Well then Ms Rose... or rather, Amy. All I ask is that you perform one simple task for me and be obedient for me. If you do that then I will let you see your dearly beloved." Amy nodded in response. She was desperate and saw no other recourse. With post-haste Robotnik pushed Amy onto his desk. Her bare chest facing upwards. Robotnik placed his hand on her belly and moved it up around her left breast until he was pinching her erect nipple. The pain and pleasure rippled through Amy's body. He ungloved his hands placing his cold right hand back on Amy's breast and his left index finger on Amy's exposed clit. He rubbed her clit in a circular motion before sliding it down between her labia.

The thought of having sex with this horrid bastard made Amy's stomach churn. As Robotnik pushed his finger inside Amy's tight pussy, pulses of pleasure swept her body followed by her cringing. She was being defiled by the man she and her lover fought so hard against. Robotnik had been eerily silent so far and it seemed he would remain so. In silence he unzipped his trousers pulling out his dick. Amy stared at the ceiling in a vain attempt to detach herself in this very moment. It was an unsuccessful attempt as Robotnik's dick wasn't something she could ignore. Sonic was well endowed, for a hedgehog -- but humans are twice as large in seemingly every way. She groaned in pain as his fat cock stretched her pussy to fit. It wasn't all the way in yet and it was already causing agony for Amy.

'I have to stay strong, I have to do this. For Sonic.' She kept repeating in her head. Finally the Doctors fat cock bottomed out in her little pussy. Without wasting a second he immediately pulled out and began plunging it back and forth with speed and force. Amy wanted to remain silent but she couldn't help but scream. The room filled with her moans of pain. Robotnik began squeezing her breasts causing more pain to shoot through her body. The slamming of his balls against Amy's tight asshole only intensified what she was feeling. It hurt so bad… it felt so good. Amy covered her face ashamed of herself. Ashamed that she felt some tinge of pleasure. Robotnik ripped her hands away from her face and gripped her neck.

"Look me in the eyes." He spat. He placed his hands back on her hips as he lifted her up relentlessly fucking her small hedgewhore pussy. The sensation was becoming too much for Amy. Her mind began to blank out. The thoughts of the blue hedgehog she so desperately wanted to see were pushed to the back of her mind. She didn't notice when the good doctor pushed a finger into her asshole. She didn't notice when he kissed her. And she didn't notice when she began begging him to fill her with cum. She was a braindead whore. Robotnik threw Amy's chest down on his desk once more. He took position behind her and placed the head of his cock against her precious little pink asshole. Amy's body was still shaking and slack from the multiple shuddering orgasms that were still gripping her body. With ease Robotnik pushed his cock into her ass. Amy just laid there, caught in bliss as the Doctor fucked her mercilessly from behind. After being pounded in her ass for a few minutes Amy started coming back to her senses. Robotnik then grabbed Amy and rolled her onto her back before spinning her around. Amy's nose touched the tip of Robotniks cock. Her mind was still distant and her only thought and desire was to have him filling her throat. Robotnik pushed his cock in between the obedient hedgehog's lips and pushed it into her throat. Considering that her pussy was so tight he was surprised to find that her throat was much more spacious than he expected. He pushed his cock deep into her throat until his balls rested on Amy's face. He pulled back and pushed back in over and over letting the pleasure build, until finally, he was ready to blow. He retracted until only the tip rested between Amy's lips as he shot thick ropes of cum into her warm hedgewhore mouth. Amy mindlessly swallowed each and every drop and sucked on the head of his cock until every last droplet of cum had emptied from him. She sat up as her head began swimming with shame. She was here for Sonic and she had somehow lost sight of her goals and submitted to another man. She looked up at Robotnik as her eyes began to well with tears. He simply glared back at her. He walked to the side of his desk and lifted up a video camera that was just out of view. 'How could I have been so blind? WHAT HAVE I DONE?' The thoughts swam through her head, she was ashamed and disgusted in herself. Robotnik stood there in silence grinning at her. He had claimed victory and now he had to dispose of his problems. He walked calmly to Amy and lifted her chin. And then raised his hand, balling it into a fist. He brought it down into her face, knocking her unconscious.

Amy awoke in shackles. Her shoulder stung and ached, and as she lifted them to ease off the tension, she saw a brand. She had been branded whilst she was out cold. She looked around the room she was in, to see she was surrounded by naked women, all shackled with similar brands. "Where am I?" she asked the girl next to her. She looked back and remained silent. Amy repeated her question. The girl responded in a language she did not understand. The woman behind Amy leaned forwards and spoke in broken English.

"We are at auction. May god be with you". Amy waited in the room in silence for what seemed like hours. The girls around her were quiet and did not desire conversation. Eventually the doors to the room opened and masked men stood in the doorway. They walked in and dragged a single row out, then left, locking the door. Returning every half an hour or so. Eventually it was Amy's row and they were lead out into a corridor with rooms that were either closed or slightly ajar. Inside the closed rooms she heard screams of pain, in the open ones she saw men fucking unwilling girls and recording it. Like how Robotnik manipulated her. They reached a dark room and the girls were instructed in different languages to walk out on the stage and stand still. They were then all gagged and sent out. The auction room was large and very hot. The men that were buying the girls all seemed to be Shamaran… When it came to Amy's turn to be auctioned off the room fell silent. Nobody wanted to buy her. She felt relieved until one of the auctioneers walked out wielding a knife. He grabbed Amy and dragged her offstage.

"Girls that nobody wants have no value." Offstage she saw a room strewn with the corpses of slaves that had their throats cut. Each girl was beautiful, but they had some small imperfection. The auction must have been expensive. Amy felt no despair in what would be the last moment of her life. She had betrayed her love and dying is a better alternative to being made to serve a master. As the man raised the knife to her throat another masked auctioneer ran into the room.

"The boss wants you to stop. He wants her." Amy now felt despair, she would be stuck in a life worse than death. She was dragged off to a room overlooking the auction. Before her stood a repulsive looking man. Sand worn leathery skin and a figure fitting of a Shamar Santa Claus. Her life as Amy Rose had now ended. The life of a Shamaran pleasure pet had now begun.
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