Prison Island Break

Co-Written by Breech Loader and SonicFrank


SonicFrank: This fic just keeps getting deeper and better, doesn't it? So many characters, so many roles. We try our best never to lose track, and keep everyone at least mildly important!

Harley: That being said, this chapter focuses on a minor character. But the impact is huge. Read on; you'll see what I mean.


Chapter Forty-Nine: Seductress

The air was nippy that day. Her 'official' boyfriend had been commenting on it the whole drive; claiming she hadn't been wearing enough to keep warm. But she wasn't lying when she said it was fine; she rather enjoyed cool temperatures. The cool breeze soothed her arms and legs; revitalized her senses. Today was the day to put the plan in motion; it was do or die. And she couldn't fail Sonic. Couldn't.

All morning long, Ash was asking if she was 'sure'. Sure about Sonic. Sure about the prison. Sure about visiting him on such a cold day. Sure about her safety. Mostly, she could sense he was threatened by her devotion to this blue 'friend' of hers. But she didn't care. In fact the mongoose found it amusing that her boyfriend could get jealous over what she insisted was 'nothing'. Little did he know..

He agreed to wait for her until her visitation was over. This was the most high-security prison in the country, and only one guest was allowed per inmate at a time. At least, that's what she told him. After dropping her off at the harbor, Mina had to reassure him that there was nothing between her and Sonic but a platonic bond. She was very good at lying to him.

With Ash literally at bay, Mina boarded the boat, and was promptly amongst a small crowd to be ferried off to Prison Island. Sure, the wait to get on the boat was lengthy because she had to get through security, but the excitement of what was to come made it all but dull. Sonic had done it, somehow. Managed to get his way and have a three-way conjugal allowed; managed to get a psycho like Shadow Robotnik to behave himself long enough for it to happen, and also convince her to risk jail time of her own by sneaking in contraband. Contraband in the form of a cellular phone.

Luckily, if all went well, she wouldn't be the one delivering it to him. Things were a little more interesting than that..

The plan had her nervous. Sonic had asked for a lot, so the thrill of it was intense. She'd never done anything like it before, and just the thought of actually going through with it surged primitive excitement in her loins. She was afraid, and the fear of what was to come made her jittery. The cell phone was confiscated, just like she planned.

Going through security was always a drawn-out process, especially when conjugals were involved. It would have cost her thousands to get her hands on a device that could get through the prison's guard system without detection either by eye or by metal detector. And she was close to spending said money, until Sonic contacted her with an ulterior scheme. One she only liked because of the raunchiness of it. Unfortunately, her rising fame meant that a growing number of people actually recognized her as a celebrity, and further delayed her arrival by way of asking for autographs and polaroids. Though she had boarded the ferry in the early morning, it was very near the afternoon by the time she finally saw someone she recognized; Nate Morgan. And, just as Sonic predicted, he had been waiting just for her.

And looking like a worrisome toad, just as the blue hedgehog also prophecised. Mina couldn't help smirking a bit when he greeted her; stammering.

"Ms. Mongoose," Nate extended a hand for her to shake. "It's a pleasure to see you again. I expect you're tired from the delay?" He was being formal. This gave the mongoose confidence. She took his hand, holding it lightly when she shook.

"Are you kidding?" Mina asked with a flustered smile, "The boys haven't even seen me yet and already I've been stripped naked twice! Not that I mind; safety first, right?" She asked. This was going to be easy.

It was a long way to the cabins. There were many doors, fences, and safety measures they had to get past. And Mina seemed all too intent to walk idly, slowly, taking her time. This meant Nate had to take his time, as his job was to escort her. "Ms. Mongoose-"

"Call me Mina," she interrupted with an insistent smile. Her green eyes shone with brilliant excitement.

"-Mina.. I know you signed a waiver. But, If I may-"

"And you may," she assured him amusingly.

"I'm not sure this is… the safest, approach to a good time. Shadow Robotnik is among the most notoriously sadistic inmates we house in this penitentiary, and your boyfriend-"

"Friend," she corrected, without any hint of offense at all.

"Yes. Your friend, Mister Maurice Hedgehog, only seems to spark Shadow Robotnik's rage. I'm not for certain that this is-"

"Let's have lunch," Mina interrupted. Nate seemed bewildered, so she insisted before he could retaliate. "It's been a long trip! And I'm hungry. Surely there must be some kind of Prison Regulation against keeping your guests hungry. And I can't very well perform adequately upon two men on an empty stomach, can I?" Mina asked. She'd been dancing around the reason she was actually here all along. And she was also making light of Nate's warnings. As expected.

"We have a sitting room for our guests where we also serve rations." Nate explained. "However, that would require us going all the way back to the Guest Room-"

"Oh no, you're not taking me all the way back there, Old Man," The singer taunted, "And you're not sending me in with two sex-deprived brutes like Sonic and Shadow to unleash all their pent-up testosterone on me with a lack of chow in my tummy, either. And seeing as you can't quite leave me by myself, you'll just have to sit with me over lunch, and keep me company." She rubbed her hands together, trying to warm them, feigning cold. "Unless you don't want to…" She added, testing the waters.

Nate seemed caught up between a hard rock and a spiked wall. Any choice he made seemed to come with repercussions, so he chose the one he liked best. The one he didn't realize he liked best until he chose it. "I'll have lunch sent to us in the cabin, and I'll have your 'friends' sent over whenever you feel ready."

"There's no rush, is there?" Mina asked, smiling curtly.

"No," Nate swallowed, "Of course not."


For someone who claimed to be hungry, Mina hadn't eaten much of her lunch. She was instead eyeing the elderly warden with a strong sense of interest that came as a surprise to him. Her eyes seemed fixated on his, and despite her reasons for being there, she seemed oddly willing to spend some time conversing with him. "Wow. You've been here for that long and you're still alive?" Mina asked, picking idly at some grapes. "But you have such a dangerous job! Don't you get scared..?"

"Sometimes, Ma'am," Nate replied, sitting on a chair beside the bed, with his tray on his lap. Despite working there, he hadn't eaten prison food in years. "But I've learned not to show any fear. The inmates feed on it, you see. I rule with an iron, but fair, fist."

Mina was laying on her stomach, sprawled out on the bed. She found it cute, how the old man insisted on not looking at her. But she'd caught him more than once, unable to resist the natural urge to eye her up. And even that, he did politely, trying his very best to only look her in the eyes. "Is it safe?" she asked, laying her chin on her hands.

"Most of the time. Though safety is always at difficult odds considering the men whom we house.." Why was she asking so many questions?

"What about the prisoners? Is it safe for them?" Mina asked, running a finger through her long, wavy hair. She wore it loose. Sonic liked it that way.

"We try. The inmates are honestly more of a danger to each other than they are to us. But anything can go wrong during riots… Anyone can get hurt." Nate replied, calmly.

"Oh… that sounds intense," Mina responded, adding a worried wave to her voice. Sonic told her she had to sound interested for the plan to work. Nate was a weak spot in the otherwise sturdy bulk of security, but he can only be exploited through certain, delicate, procedures. "Does that mean Sonic isn't safe here, either..?"

"Olgilvie Maurice Hedgehog does an impeccable job at ensuring his own safety, Ma'am, even with all the ruckus and the fighting he's constantly involved in. He doesn't do any bullying so he's hardly ever reprimanded, and he doesn't get bullied because he finishes all the fights he doesn't start. He's a rebel, that friend of yours," Nate explained, "He hardly requires my or anyone else's protection."

"Yeah… That sounds like him to a speck. He's just awesome like that, isn't he?" Mina asked, with a dreamy expression. Though her interest in Nate's company didn't weign. "So good… I just can't help worrying about him, you know? That all the good in him will get him killed someday. Because he's the type to risk his keister for someone who's weaker than him."

"Mm," the guard responded, not knowing what else to say.

"I miss him, you know.." Mina pressed on, determined not to let their chat go dull. "I miss him being with me. I miss him holding me at night… I miss the way he touches me," the mongoose seemed to writhe a bit, her knees swaying softly on the mattress's covers. "I miss the way he lays on my couch. I miss watching him work out… Showering with him… I just miss him, so much… I hate him being here.."

Had her gaze left Nate's direction, he would have suggested bringing Sonic into the hut at that exact moment, so they could be together. But the way she kept looking at him, the way she popped one grape into her mouth and chewed so slowly… It gave him the inclination she wasn't ready to have her friend brought in just yet. He was suspicious of her intentions, but too polite to back away. He sighed, only now coming to terms with all the weight he felt on his shoulders. "He is… a unique young lad…"

"Can't you do anything to help him…?" Mina asked, seemingly out of nowhere. Though somehow, Nate wasn't surprised. "I'm sure you understand… Isn't there someone you wish you could spend more time with..?"

"Well… Yes, actually. My wife. And my children… But none of them are criminals," Nate pointed out. "None of them have records of sparking public riots and robbing banks.. I'm afraid your friend has bestowed his fate upon himself by breaking the law on multiple occasions."

"But he doesn't belong here… You said so yourself; he's unique…" the mongoose seemed saddened. "And I'm sorry you're going through that. With your wife, I mean… And your kids. That sounds rough.."

"Nothing about this job isn't. But that's what's rewarding about it," Nate told her, getting ready to stand. "Any good thing that comes out of it is well-deserved. Ms. Mongoose, I really ought to be going now. Your boyfriend is waiting and-"

"Why can't you look at me?" Mina asked, interrupting him again. "Don't you find me pretty, Mister Warden?" She questioned, a saddened tone to her voice as she shifted up to a kneeling position.

"Ms. Mongoose, this isn't in any way an appropriate-" Nate started, getting up so fast that his tray spilled.

"Don't you?!" Mina asked, suddenly on the verge of tears. What Nate said now could have an effect on everything. Everything… Because if he insulted her in any way, he could be reprimanded for a lack of professionalism.

"Ms. Mongoose, I-" he took a deep, gut-ridden sigh, and looked in her direction. "Yes. You're a stunning young lady with a very bright future ahead of you, and I sincerely hope it doesn't get thrown away by this ludicrous conjugal with Shadow Robot-"

"Well good, because I think you're powerful.." She revealed, smiling with feigned relief. She stood up off the bed, and placed a delicate finger on his Corrections Officer Badge, the one he'd earned years ago at the academy. In doing so, her hand easily moved toward his shoulder. "Very powerful… An authority figure. With wisdom that only comes with age.."

Nate closed his eyes. There was something intoxicating about this young woman. Was it everything about her, or the fact that she for whatever reason seemed interested in him? Maybe it was both. But he'd never been approached like this and his thoughts were on overload. "Ms. Mongoose, what is it that you want from me?"

"I want you to keep Sonic safe… Ensure his protection… And say whatever you can, to whoever you have to, to help get him out of here sooner… Because I need him," she explained, smiling up at him as she fiddled with the fancy patches on his uniform. Her fingers stroked seductively and he could feel her feminine breath against his face; Nate was barely aware of what she was truly asking of him. All he knew was, this was all wrong. And it was all wrong because the deepest parts of his desires liked it. "Can you do that for me, Mister Warden?"

It took him a moment to respond. He thought of his wife at home, whom he'd been married to for over three decades and was just as old as him. He thought of his children, all adults now, who barely needed him anymore. He thought of his career, so close to being over. All of them fulfilled him, but there was an emptiness inside him that a young woman like Mina seemed able and willing to fill. The need to be needed, wanted, desired… "Mina-" he started, surprised at himself for referring to her by her first name despite her insisting so, "I'm sixty-two years old and married-"

"Then you should know what to do with me…" Mina told him, smirking. By this point, she had his shirt untucked. "Don't be shy. I'll make it all worth your while, and I know what I'm doing, too… With you around, Sonic will be safe. I'll make sure of it.." Mina smirked. She had him right where she wanted him, just as Sonic told her she would. She didn't think she could do it, but here she was, accomplishing the plan. Pushing all the right buttons. Undoing the old man's belt.

"I can't. I really shouldn't-" Nate told her, sweating. Stuttering. Fearing. But not walking away.

"Then let me show you why you should," With that, Mina pulled his belt off, and dropped to her knees. Nate didn't walk away.

Her flesh was vernal against his infirm skin. Flawless, young, immaculate. Nothing like his wife. Mina was warm on the inside; smooth, a faultless synergy between exquisitely tight and blemishedly loose. His olden age required constant up-keeping; he grew tired quickly, but the mongoose was optimistic, and happy to rejuvenate the warden in any way she could.

Her youth made her guiltless. The way she rode him without hesitance, smiling down at him. Huffing feminine breath. The way she wrapped her legs around him with utmost enthusiasm, happy to let him have his way. The way she'd place his hands on her body; forbidden, molten spots that had wilted away on his wife, insisting he derive full pleasure. The way her green eyes poisoned his thoughts. All were signs of her lack of wisdom and experience at life. But Nate didn't know what her plan was. Nate didn't know that he'd been fish-hooked into a snaring trap. Nate didn't know he had been fooled.

It seemed like a day past eternity; the old man was sweating through what little of his uniform he'd kept on. He was much more comfortable remaining clothed throughout the affair. Mina, however, laid naked on the mattress, propped up on her side while watching him recompose. It had only been twenty minutes, which made her smile.

"So, you'll do that for me, then?" Mina asked, holding back her giggle. Nate was an adorable old man; surely he'd feel as guilty about all this as possible. "Keep Sonic safe…?"

Nate was out of breath. Exhausted. And trying his best to smooth out his sweaty uniform. Mina didn't know the truth; a conniving part of him that had wanted to sleep with her kept it hidden. "I'll do my best, Ma'am.. You really are a very lovely woman. I humbly suggest you find someone else… Mister Hedgehog has a life sentence, you see.."

The girl couldn't help smirking. "I know. And you can't help him, since you're retiring soon, huh?"

It took a moment to register, but when it did, Nate turned witness a wicked look on the woman's face. Amoral, nefarious, even a bit profane. "I-I'm not-"

"Oh dear God… Mister Warden! You've taken advantage of me!" Mina accused, grinning seductively as she laid there, calmly. "What will your superiors say? What will the state say?! Oh, and the Board, they'll snatch your retirement benefits away in a jiffy, won't they? What a shameful position to have brought upon yourself…" She looked at her nails, as if they needed filing.

"Now see here, Young Lady! Clearly this isn't some-" But Mina interrupted him. And he was caught. She held all the power now. In one swoop, the mongoose had taken his thirty-plus year career and dangled it right in front of him. She knew exactly what she was doing. If she squealed, not only would he lose his benefits and any hope for a comfortable life, he would lose his marriage. His children would scorn him. There'd be nothing left.

Throwing her purple hair behind her, Mina traced the damp pool of sweat that was left behind on the mattress; proof of what had happened. Along with the evidence of his DNA. "Now, let's not destroy a good thing, hmm? Here's what I need you to do for me…" She looked up at Nate, to see the stern, helpless look on his face. She had him right where she wanted. Sonic was a genius. "There's a cellular phone that was confiscated from me when I got here. You know what that is, right? Not a telephone, but a cell-phone?"

No reply. Mina was mocking him now and Nate refused to satisfy her any more than he already had. Or failed to, sexually.

"All you need to do to ensure that nobody ever finds out about this, is make sure that Sonic gets that phone. Intact. I'm sure you can take care of it for me. Personally." Her grin was profane. But she was getting bored.

Nate only glared. "He'll have it by tonight. Provided you don't talk."

Mina smiled. "What a sweet, kind old man, you are… And Nate? Word of advice. Carry some Viagra with you."


Harley: The plan's in motion! But will it go smoothly? In stories like this, anything can go wrong at any time..

SonicFrank: Leave us a review that tells us how we're doing so far! We work real hard on this fic, so constructive criticism, or outright praise, is always a good thing!