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Tasha
Soon, it was time for night showering. Axl felt kind of weird, showering with a bunch of people he didn't know, but he knew he was only in jail for about 14 more hours, so he just had to grind (sic) and bear it.
A burly Irish hod carrier with a tattoo of Betty Boop on his tumescent Organ of Copulation smiled as he espied Axl: "Your ass is MINE, little man...Now get over here."
Never one to refuse an invitation, Axl demurely minced his way over and tremulously asked "OK, now what?"
"I'll show you 'Now what."
With that he punched Axl in the stomach, flooring him; moving quickly like Royce Gracie on Tank Abbott the felonious clod mounted Axl and commanded 'Grind, motherfucker...grind."
Axl ground.
As he blissfully ground Axl (the doppelganger, not the axolotl) was sodomized loud blasts of gas flew out of his sphincter with each thrust, almost mathematical in their precision.
"C'mon in boys, the water's fine" yelled the Betty Boop bedecked rapist and a line of horny convicts soon appeared.
"This could be interesting" mulled Axl: what an understatement!
Three hours later the parade was finally over; Axl crawled back to his cell and fell into a dreamless slumber.
His last thought before falling into the arms of the Sand Man was "...and some call this punishment?"
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