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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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Sonic awoke much later; the cold of the tiled floor like a lightning bolt on her buttocks. Scanning the area, the whole shower room was dank and dark, with a hint of a guard tower light bleeding through holed rings that scattered the room in a bright yet imperfectly shadowed fashion. Shifting awkwardly, her nude body heavier now after all the hormonal drugs, Sonic used what leverage she could muster off the nearby smooth surfaces, using any crack she could get her nail into.
"Sonic." She turned, a smile on her face - but that smile quickly faded. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up seeing him like this:
Bunk was fully clothed.
"Bunk, listen, baby, I'm sorry I was late-"
"Shut up." His voice was firm. He reached up for his glasses, thumb and finger together. "I thought I made it clear that you work for me - but most importantly-" It came unscrewed, the sharp point glinting. "You don't turn tricks for free."
Sonic caterwauled, a higher pitch that the old Sonic was never capable of, her enlarged butt bumping her off the porous surface as she tried to keep her distance from him. It would have been almost comical if she wasn't scared to death. She tried to push off and get away, but lIke a leering drunk, he edged both ways, keeping her in place like a cornered animal. Sonic could only widen her big green eyes, the helpless victim. "Comehere!" His free hand snatched Sonic with ease, bringing her into a choke hold, as he used his bodyweight to sling her to the ground.
He mounted her, the sharp angled metal in his glasses dangling.
He choked Sonic, and he only needed one hand to do it, her neck almost pencil like. "BLAGH-BUrrNK-PleAsEshhhhh!" She wanted to offer him her ass, or a blowjob - she would have offered him the world - anything to get him off her - yet she knew he wasn't going to buy any of it. Her legs kicked up, but it only resulted in the back of her ankles bashing against the hardened floor; her noodly girl arms flailed helplessly.
It felt like her eyes were gonna pop out of her head. "You ever wondered what happened to Frank's bitch?" His voice thrashed as he struggled to restrain her down again. "You're gonna fuckin' find out."
The knife disappeared from view.
The grip around her throat ceased, as she saw Bunk collide with a wet stiff smack against the shower wall, the other part of his glasses flying off and away; the sound of rattling metal and plastic echoed as the blade fell mixed with his glasses sliding. In an instant, he flopped; arms sprawled out, wrists limp. With her coughing for air and sounding like she was gonna hoark up a hairball, she looked down on him. Sonic wasn't sure if he was dead or not, she didn't care -- but who saved her? She looked up.
It was the Bull.
Sonic rose up to meet her unlikely savior, unbelieving she was happy to see him. Her tail almost even started wagging.
He half smiled, tugging on the corner of his knotted towel. "Would you suck my dick?" The oafish man asked.
Sonic reacted with disgust, pushing past him and running from the room.
She wasn't sure how to feel anymore. The man who promised to take care of her nearly killed her. Tears started to streak down her face, and it felt like she only had one person in here she could trust.
Sonic cried into Beth's arms. "He was just so... SCARY! I've never seen him like that!" Her face burned hot.
Beth brushed her quills. "It's okay, gurl." She hushed and hushed in Sonic's ear, rocking in place with her. "It's gonna be okay."
Beth was looking over Sonic's shoulder, expecting company - but it was just The Bull. Beth got commanding with him. "The fuck happened?"
He shrugged. "He tried to stab her. I think she was fuckin' around behind his back."
She looked frustrated and defeated, as she turned her nose into Sonic's cheek. "Goddamn..." Beth pushed on Sonic's shoulders, separating the two. "Look, me and Bull can protect you -- but you gotta pull your weight. I could really use the help."
Sonic with tears in eyes, just nodded in agreement. Part of Sonic worried about the deal, as the Bull closed the gap, towering over the both of them.
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The blue bitch and the ebony prison queen were thigh to thigh, both being plowed by strange men. Their hands interlocked as their assholes were nearly blown apart by the amount of cock attention they received that day.
Sonic was up to her usual antics
It wasn't like before -- Beth got a quarter of the cut, which she shared with the Bull. Bull would stand guard, but mostly just watched Sonic, with his hand down his prison jumpsuit.
It felt like Sonic could buy anything.
But Sonic just wanted to buy her freedom -- but that wasn't a comfort even she could afford here.
She still kept her wits about her, as Bunk or one of Bunk's guys could strike at any time -- but it seemed like even his men were cleared to buy time with her. During rec hours, Sonic hung by the Bull as he did push ups with Beth sitting on his back. She enjoyed the display of masculinity, but not as much as if somebody else was doing them right now... her eyes would scan the grass, before letting them fall on Bunk. She tried to stop herself the first few times, but then it went from 'accident' to 'always'. He used to sit with his boys, but now he was by himself at a picnic table, his glasses taped, the side of his face still heavily bruised and blackened; a bandage still adhered. He didn't look forlorn, he was too hard for that - especially in here - but what else could Sonic call it when he's sitting by himself, staring out at everyone else?
Sonic couldn't believe she was worried about him.
It was after another gangbang, that Sonic just wanted to sleep off the soreness in her asshole. As Beth wrapped her ebony lips around the Bull's pale skinned pole, the blowing act didn't even bother Sonic as she relaxed in bed. Beth left the Bull with a sucking pop, now jerking him, his loose skin flapping. "Guuuuurl, I think you're in the clear."
Sonic adjusted her pillow, turning in bed, watching the show going on as she talked, Beth's focus on the meaty rod in front of her. "What do you mean?"
"Bunk woulda done you in by now - oooh." The Bull commented.
Beth slipped off his knob again. "For sure. Bunk would have asked for a favor to get you taken out by now."
Sonic rolled onto her back in surprise. Why hadn't he tried to do something? Like... anything to her? Not even a message. A note. Nothing. Had he forgotten her? Sonic hated... no, that was too strong. DIDN'T LIKE - that she was missing him, as she was wishing he'd do something to her -- even resorting to violence. God... her brain was messed up, but she still had feelings for the ass.
As Sonic watched Beth swallow that hot load with a whapping delivery to her large tongue. Sonic knew she couldn't forgive and forget so soon. He'd have to wait until she was ready.
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Rec time was chilled, a hint of snow, but not piled up anywhere. Her nipples were forward and pushing through her top, wearing a jacket Beth made for her. It had a nice protective green puffiness, though her revealed and parted blue chest still made her shiver. Bunk had changed too. One of the few times she had seen him in different clothes, as he wore a faded black & white, checkered flannel, longsleeved shirt.
Sonic sidled up to him with a speed that made him do a doubletake, her bubbly butt bumping into him. He then threw his wrist forward, sitting up straighter than before, as he sniffed his nose. They didn't address the other with words. At least not yet -- but they did acknowledge the other existed.
Sonic had ran through the conversation in her head so many times. She had it scripted out, and even had plans for responses, with responses to those responses. Yet now she sat silently, next to who she considered to be 'her man'. Yet at the same time, he wasn't her man; her true feelings overlayed with hurt. "I want to be with you - but I want to be more important than any 'girl' you've ever had in here." She wasn't using her usual happy go lucky way of speaking. It was like Sonic had matured in here, from just a bitch, to a full blown lady. "You either have me as your woman, or your whore - you can't do both." She turned to him, a raised eye. "So what's it gonna be?"
Cold hair exhaled visibly, as he bristled the hairs on his face. "Okay. I want you. My prison wife. Anymore demands?" Sonic would make him regret asking that.
She laid out her terms. "Half. Everything you do, I want. Everything I do, you get."
He seemed incredulous. "And what exactly could you do for me without your whoring?"
She crossed her arms. "I could run drugs for you. You taught me how to do amazing things with my ass - why not store things in it?" Besides, Sonic had to pay off Beth and the Bull to get out of her contract with them.
He palmed his face in a swipe, as his voice groaned. "It's like we're getting divorced in reverse -- only we'll still be attached at the hip."
Sonic gave him a playful lap slap, faking outrage. "And what's wrong with that?"
He turned, looking down at her; unblinking and unflinching. "Nothing."
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Their bodies intertwined in the bottom bunk. It felt unnatural at first, as despite their constant sex, they had never been this close or intimate before, but they quickly couldn't keep their hands off one another once they had started.
Her body had a meatiness to it that she didn't have when he first fucked that scared little blue furred bitch boy on his first day in here. She had contours and depth in her hips and thighs. Her tits bounced for god sakes! She had this wiggle wherever she walked, unable to keep herself from jiggling, even in the baggiest of jumpsuits.
Though he tried to dress it up, Bunk had raped the asses of men, turning them into his subservient sissies -- but they were always faking it. Always just doing it because he threatened violence on them. Sonic on the otherhand, did it because she was a woman.
His woman.
Sonic turned his floppy firmness into a hardness with just a stroke of her palm. Taking hold of it, Sonic began to guide Bunk's erection to her pussy star entrance. She felt herself wince and close off to its worming advances. She licked her free hand before reaching down, both hands taking part in a team effort to help him inside. Bunk bucked, but he didn't shove it in thoughtlessly. That odd restraint made her love him even more, and she felt herself finally reopen for business, his penis puncturing into her with zest.
Sonic's long quill covered head threw back. It was the first time in a long time it felt like the tight hole she had back when she first got into prison, and god did it hurt when Bunk pinned her down to the bed and fucked her. Sonic held on for dear life, loving the feel of Bunk's hairy, masculine legs. She was so short compared to Bunk - heck, every human male she had ever come across - but Bunk had something between his ears as well as between his legs. He wasn't just a walking phallus like The Bull, and to Sonic, a brain on a guy was probably more important here than anywhere else.
Her mouth held agape, as she looked deeply into his eyes. "Bunk... kiss me."
His features locked into sternness. She recognized that look -- it usually came around when he wasn't happy. Yet he did as she asked, their faces meeting in the middle. Sonic rushed to meet him, as it was her request, while Bunk just obliged it - yet now, the moment felt so different, as he craned his neck, their faces grinding for control over the other. That made him ream her even harder, sending her palms back into a clawed position, her tongue falling out from her kissimg gape -- but even as sweaty as they got, the cold from the outside goosebumped their skin.
Her anus tightened around his cock.
It was the wedding ring she deserved.
"Bunk! Bunk! Buuuuuuuunk!" She watched his brow furrow, as Sonic felt him unload like a firetruck's cannon; a buildup of the months they had been apart. She felt like he was gonna fill her up to the brim and get her pregnant! "Oh my god, Bunk, baby..." Sonic looked so tired.
Bunk leaned in closer. "We're not even done yet, honey."
As Sonic screamed louder and louder into the night, a man stroked his orange moustache into the security monitor, watching intently. "Oooooh, I just love happy endings." Robotnik bellowed out with a chuckle.
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