Night 3 - Turnabout Synonym
Monday, October 5
9:00 PM
Detention Center - Visitor’s Room
The warden opened the door, allowing April May to step inside and gesture Synonym in.
“What’s the matter, sweetie?” April whispered towards Larry.
“I…It’s just that… this is… my first time…”
“This is your first time?”
“N-no… it’s my first time… d-doing it in prison…”
“Oh, say no more, sweetie.” April said seductively, winking and jiggling her chest. The lump forming in Synonym’s cargo shorts quickly became apparent to April.
“It looks like you have no reason to be nervous. I like a man with a big…ego.”
Synonym let his body relax, allowing April to pull him towards the table.
“Now, let’s see what you’re hiding.” wink
April slowly unzipped Larry’s pants, watching the lump grow bigger and bigger. Finally, with one hard yank, Synonym’s monster was free.
“7 inches! You are a big boy.”
Synonym was surprised at the speed and accuracy that April had used to judge his size.
“But I can do you one better.”
Synonym grinned as he waited in anticipation for what was coming next. April undid her blouse and bra, her boobs bouncing uncontrollably for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, her attention turned to her skirt, gently lowering it so that Synonym could appreciate April’s ass being slowly revealed to him.
Unsurprisingly, as she lowered her G-string, her ass jiggled as firmly as her breasts had done. Synonym was already ready to blow, but he held it back until he saw what he wanted to see.
“Turn around, bright eyes.” Synonym whispered, as April twisted her body around to reveal her rock-hard, 8 inch cock. “So you can do me one better.”
“Oh, I’ll do you one right now.” April growled as she mounted Synonym, slowly teasing the hole that she would be violating for the rest of the night. That was enough to send Synonym over the edge, as squirt after squirt of Butz escaped his softening member.
“Well that’s a shame.” April teased. “Because I’m not stopping just for you, bytch.”
With that, April thrust balls deep into Synonym, as he screamed violently at the sudden impact of pain.
“PLEASE, JUST GIVE ME TIME TO RECOVER!” Synonym begged.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, Larry.” wink April coldly responded. “Don’t worry, you’ll recover during the experience.”
As April’s thrusts became harder and harder, blood started to ease the entrance and exit of April’s 8 from Synonym’s quickly loosening hole. Synonym’s yelps were drowned out by the thrusting of the bed against the wall, as an equal amount of tears and blood escaped Synonym’s body.
“Alrighty sweetie, it’s time for you to harden up.” April said gently, as she began massaging Synonym’s tender nipples. The pain filling Synonym started to subside, as he felt himself getting hard again.
The pain from April’s throbbing cock slowly started turning to pleasure, and before he knew it, Synonym was thrusting against her as hard as he could, trying to take in as much of April as possible. Synonym could feel April’s cock getting harder and harder with every thrust he pushed against her, his legs shaking, ready to blow again.
“Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.” A cute moan escaped April’s lips as she squeezed Synonym’s body against her own, her chest doing its best to push her back. As her fluids flooded Synonym’s bowels, a mixture of blood and semen poured onto the bed. The filling of his rectum was enough to push Synonym over the edge once again, as he emptied the rest of his contents onto the table, doubling the mixture that was there before. As April pulled gently out of Synonym, she tumbled to her side, exhaustion getting the best of her. Synonym joined her, lying adjacent to her and wrapping his arms around as much of her chest as he possibly could.
“Red and white.” April remarked, looking at the blood and semen on the sheets next to her. “That truly is a splendiferous combination.”
“I’M HERE TO SAVE YOU, Synonym!”
Godot burst through the door, ready to shoot any Corrupt members surrounding Synonym. What he saw was entirely different. The two bodies lying scrawled on the table looking up at Godot, the mixture of fluids soaking the bed and the two softening erections between them. The resulting shock sent Godot over the edge, as he made his way to the bathroom, threw up in the toilet and passed out.
“Visiting hours are over,” Someone said, while banging on the door.
“WE DON’T FUCKING WANT ANY.” Synonym cried out, distraught at all of the interruptions he had had that night.
“You don’t have a choice.”
The door opened at the twist of the knob and the warden stepped into the oddly scented room. A stoic look took to her face as her eyes took in the horror of what had happened. She was a warden, she was used it. However, she had a job to do. She lifted up her shirt, pulled out the gun concealed within her waistband, and shot Synonym twice in the stomach, turning the pink mixture on the table redder and redder.
Synonym was killed by The Corrupt.
Synonym was a Jury Member!
@Synonym, please submit your last gasp within 12 hours.
Day 4 has now begun. Please submit your lynch votes by 11:00PM EST, Wednesday, October 8.
Player List
Aidebit
AlphaCommando (Day 2 Lynch: Jury Member)
Augustus
Bious
Blindknagg
The Chief
The Co-Jones (Day 1 Lynch: Jury Member)
crucades
Dandyman90 (Night 1 Mafia Kill: Maya Fey)
DarkGeneral
ForgeDigger
great cow lord
Hecatom
Icege
IWinALot (Day 3 Lynch: Corrupt)
jasonC
orochizoolander (Night 2 Vigilante Kill: Corrupt)
Pimp Willy
RadicalFuzz (Night 1 DQ: Jury Member)
RECESSIONTIME
Saitsu
SoVi3t
Synonym (Night 3 Mafia Kill: Jury Member)
Vynce (Night 2 Mafia Kill: Jury Member)
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