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Subject: Prison Bus Ride (ped, bond, gang rape)
Date: Fri, 04 Jun 2004 03:41:35 -0000
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Prison Bus Ride (ped, bond, gang rape)
By Pedro Vila
Eleven year old Emily has still in her sleeping gown. She
didn't remember how she ended up with the guy with the
uniform and badge. Last thing she remembered was going to
sleep in her own bed, thinking about her father.
The big brawny man scared her. He was tough looking and she
was afraid he would hit her at any moment. But he was a
policeman or something and she went along with whatever he
told her because she had been taught to obey the law.
He drove her for hours in a car with bars separating the
front seat from the back seat. Emily sat in the back. She
thought she was in trouble, but couldn't think of why. The
big man didn't say much to her except that she would see
her father and to stay quiet. Emily wanted to see her
father very much.
They arrived at a big grey building with lots of fences and
then pulled up next to a large bus that looked like a
school bus but painted grey. The guard led her onto the bus
and then to the back where he placed her in a small potty
that smelled. He put a handcuff on her wrist and cuffed her
to a bar on the wall of the potty. She could sit but would
have to strain with one arm up.
The big man said, "No matter what happens, you are to stay
quiet in here, even if somebody is with you. Understand? If
you stay quiet and deal with the situation, then I'll let
you see your father. Is that clear?" Emily nodded, scared.
Then the door shut and she was left alone for a long time.
She knew the bus was empty from the silence.
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Matt Wendle was led onto the prison bus chained to a number
of other prisoners for the trip to the state prison. From
what he could gather, all the other prisoners were
convicted sex offenders, probably kept away from the other
prisoners to prevent trouble.
Child molesters were not treated very well in jail.
They all sat in seats facing each other with one guard in
with them and two more on the other side of the cage, one
driving and the other riding shotgun. Matt looked around at
everybody. Some of the men were big and tattooed, others
were creepy looking. One man was more normal like Matt was,
and he was very nervous with a black eye on his face.
Matt did his best to look like he was tough and uncaring.
He tried not to meet anybodies eyes directly. Then the bus
started and began moving to the gate house. It would be a
couple of hours' drive for them.
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Emily heard a lot of noises outside of the door and was too
scared to peek through. She remembered what the big
policeman told her and vowed that she'd be good for her
daddy. She missed him.
Then the bus made a loud rumbling noise and started to
move. It was loud in the potty and it was beginning to get
hot in there. That made the smell worse.
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"Listen up" the guard said after ten minutes on the road.
"Everybody is to get one ten minute bathroom break starting
with the prisoner next to me and then the one next to him
and so on until all of you prisoners have gone. This is
going to be a longer trip because of the speed of this
particular bus so I suggest you all go whether you need to
or not. You will be limited to ten minutes so I suggest you
use it wisely. If you find anything out of the ordinary in
the john, you are not to speak a word about it to anyone!
Is that clear?"
Nobody said anything. "I take it from your silence that you
understand. Good. Franko, you are first. Legs out!" The
prisoner at the end of the seat across from Matt put his
legs out and the guard un-cuffed him but left his arms
cuffed in front of him. Then the guard led Franko, who was
big and burly, to the john at the back of the bus.
Matt turned to the prisoner next to him and asked, "Do they
always do this?"
The guy next to him sneered back, but answered, "Never seen
this before. Must be new."
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Emily jumped when the door opened suddenly and a big scary
looking an in prison clothes stood there stunned. The man
turned to the guard behind him and Emily saw that it was
the same person who put her in here in the first place. She
was on a prison bus!
The guard nodded to the big man who turned back to her with
a big grin on his face. He came in with her and shut the
door, locking it behind him. Emily's heart was beating hard
and she felt the blood drain out of her face. She became
suddenly conscious of how little she was wearing.
"A present for me? Ain't that just thoughtful." he said.
His voice scared her badly and she knew something terrible
was about to happen to her. Her breathing became ragged and
she felt weak with fear as her reached out to pull her to
her shaky feet.
"Shit. This is your first time, isn't it?" He grinned
wickedly. "Your gonna' love this." He reached down and
yanked her gown up to her shoulders and put his hands all
over her body. Emily felt sick to her stomach as the huge
man probed her panties and felt her most secret places.
Then they were pulled down to her knees and she was pulled
to him.
Emily couldn't look. She turned her head away and then felt
a large bony object push up and in between her shaking
thighs. He spit on his hand and rubbed it over her private
place then put the same hand over her mouth. She almost
threw up, but the sudden pain inside her made her almost
black out instead. Her scream was muffled by the big hairy
hand and the loud drone of the bus engine.
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Matt sat there, wondering what his future was going to be
like. He had fifteen years to his sentence. He wondered if
his wife would leave him. She said that she wouldn't, but
she was pretty disappointed with him. He wondered if he
would ever see his kids again.
Franko came out of the john after the guard knocked and
told him his time was up. The guy came out with a big grin
and sat down across from Matt again. He must have missed
the toilet because he has wet spots all over his pants,
some of it looked pretty dark, like is was blood or
something.
"Reese. Your next." The guard un-cuffed Reese's Leg irons
and escorted him to the can.
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Emily was humiliated. While she was cuffed to this potty, a
strange man had come in and raped her. She wanted to die.
She hurt inside and she could still smell him all over her.
She tried to pull her bed clothes back on right, but she
felt so weak and awful.
He had told her that she liked it too! She didn't, though.
How could anybody be so cruel to her?
The door opened again and she saw another prisoner standing
there looking at her. Again, he looked at the terrible
guard who put her here and the guard nodded back to him.
Then the door shut and she was in with another prisoner.
"No" she whimpered as he grabbed her and started to undress
her again. She tried to imagine herself someplace else as
she was once again probed and penetrated inside. He seemed
to be inside of her forever, pushing painfully into her
tender body over and over again until the knock came to the
door to stop him. Again, she was left hanging by one arm
and the breeze when the door opened gave her a quick breath
of fresh air before she was shut in the hot and smelly
potty once more.
Emily tried to straiten her bed clothes but seemed too weak
to get her panties up properly. Then the door opened again
and a large black man was standing there. The black man
didn't even bother to look at the guard, but just shut the
door and grabbed her head. He didn't pull her to her feet
again and she thought that maybe he wouldn't rape her, but
then he took a huge black penis out and held it in front of
her face.
She had never seen a penis this close before and surely had
never seen one hard. She had forgotten for a moment what
had just happened to her and
looked at this thing in front of her. Recently, she had
talked with one of her girl friends at school about what a
hard penis looked like up close. School! It seemed like
another life now. How could she ever show her face there
again? Then the black an made her open her mouth and her
shoved his big black penis down to the back of her throat.
Emily couldn't even choke on it. Her mouth was filled and
her jaw started to hurt. The man held her head and rammed
his penis into her mouth repeatedly.
She tried to pretend she was someplace else but this was
too close to home for her. She could smell and taste him
and her stomach was turning summersaults. Then her throat
suddenly flooded with something thick and hot and a vile
taste began to rise from the back of her throat. She felt
she would choke and tried to swallow to keep her self from
throwing up. She swallowed something thick and realized it
was the bitter stuff that came out of the dick in her
mouth. He made her lick his balls until the knock on the
door saved her.
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Something weird was going on on the bus. Some of the
prisoners on the other side were whispering to each other
and every man who went into to john, came out grinning like
a fool.
Matt tried to listen to what was being said, but the only
word he could make out was "Doll".
Then one prisoner didn't come out when the guard knocked,
and after a second knock, the guard opened the door and
dragged the guy out screaming. Then guy had an erection
until the guard started to hit him with a club. Then the
prisoner was thrown back into his seat where he frantically
tried to pull his pants up as he was shackled to the seat
bar again.
When the guard took the next prisoner to the john, Matt
asked Franko, "Was he jacking off in there?"
Franko looked smug, but he decided to tell. "Somebody put a
girl in there for us to fuck."
"Seriously?"
"Some girls like that kind of thing. This one does for
sure."
Matt stopped to think about it. He had heard about kinky
women and this didn't seem any worse then things he had
read about. It would be his turn soon. Only six guys to go.
He had never thought he would ever get a chance to fuck
again. He had promised his wife before the trial that he
would become a better man, but he suspected that he might
be involved with sex in some way while he was in prison. He
was pretty certain that it wouldn't be voluntary. Maybe he
would get ass raped here, but if he got one more chance
with a woman, then he was going to take it. Matt waited for
his turn.
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Emily was in a nightmare world. The smell was horrible and
the heat was making her sweat on top of it. The noise of
the bus engine made her ears hurt. And then there was the
men. One after another, forcing her to do terrible things.
She learned not to fight them and it went easier, but she
had large penises pushed into her bottom as well and she
hurt all over from the constant string of men coming in to
abuse her.
Another man opened the door. Nobody looked at the guard
anymore. They all seemed to know what to find in her little
prison. They all wanted the same thing. One of them had
taken her panties and her bed gown was ripped down one
side. She didn't have the strength to hold it over her
anymore. This man lifted her up to look into her eyes. She
wasn't very aware anymore. He slapped her face. She was
shocked out of her daze and focused on him. He was ugly and
looked mad. He slapped her again and then he held her up by
her neck. Emily couldn't breathe and then she felt the
familiar thing push deep into her body from underneath.
Only she still couldn't breathe now.
This one was the worst. The few times he let go of her
throat, it was to slap her face hard. She tried to gasp for
breath but her mouth was filling with something tangy. It
seemed familiar for a second, then she realized that it was
her own blood. He then choked her again and she couldn't
even swallow. The blood drooled down her flat, red, and
sweaty chest instead.
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Matt would be soon. There were only two guys before him now
and he was excited about what would be his last
heterosexual fuck. He didn't even mind that he was going to
be the last of twenty guys. Beggars can't be choosers. His
imagination went into overtime thinking about what mind
kind of
slutty woman like to be gang banged in a prison bus toilet.
Maybe she was so kinky that she liked to lick men's
assholes.
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Emily was forced to lick this man's asshole. He called her
terrible names and though she thought it wouldn't matter
after all that she had been through, it really hurt her
inside to hear what they all thought of her. Didn't they
know that she was just a child? Didn't they know that she
didn't want to be raped? They seemed to all act like she
wanted to be raped by them. They stopped being adult men
and started to become monsters to her. Big hairy, gross
monsters.
Another monster opened the door. She hadn't even noticed
that the last one left. She would look at it. She wouldn't
even acknowledge that it was there.
"Oh, you poor girl." It said. Emily waited for it to say
something cruel. "This isn't right. You shouldn't be here.
My god, it must have been horrible for you."
Emily looked up slowly. This monster was telling her what
she already knew. He looked like he was really hurt for
her. Her spirits lifted a little. Maybe he'd get her out of
here! He sat down next to her and petted her badly messed
up hair. He really looked concerned for her. Emily's eyes
watered as she looked at his eyes. Her lip quivered. She
didn't know what to say, though. How could anybody forgive
her for all of this?
"Oh, you poor child." He went on. "You shouldn't have to go
through something like this at such a young age." He held
her head to his chest and she started to cry. "You poor
thing. I didn't know that you'd be just a child. I feel
awful for you. What's your name?"
"Mml" she said into his chest. He pulled her back a little
and she said it again. "Emily."
"Oh, Emily. You must feel like dying inside, the things
these awful men must have done to you." Emily did feel that
way. This wasn't a monster. He understood. The man sat her
on his lap and held her close to him, rocking her. She
wrapped her arm around him and let herself cry. He petted
her head and 'Shhh'd her like her mother did when she cried
at home.
Home! Would she ever see her mother again? She felt like
she was worthless now. Nobody would ever want to love her
again because of what she had now become. She felt suddenly
safer now that she was being held. She tried to forget
about all the horrible things that have happened to her.
The way her poor body was violated. She could still feel
huge and terrible men's penises pushing into her body. It
felt like it was happening even when she was being held. It
was happening! This man was raping her just like the rest
of them!
Emily tried to push away but her held her close and
continued to 'Shhh' her while he pushed up and into her
ravaged vagina. She gave in and let him rape her. There was
nothing she could do about it anyway.
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Finally, it was Matt's turn. He was smiling with
anticipation but it fell off of his face when he saw the
guard smiling coldly back at him. He was un-cuffed and led
to the john, not sure of what he would find. Matt stood at
the door and something told him not to open it.
The guard pushed his shoulder with the club and said, "Go
on. It's your turn, Wendle."
Matt Wendle opened the door and saw a little girl cuffed to
a hand hold. She was bloody and marked and her head hung
low while she sobbed silently. Matt's first thought was it
was too good to be true. He was a convicted child molester.
He had kidnapped a school girl from across town and raped
her repeatedly for the better part of most of the day. His
mistake was that he let her go. He couldn't bring himself
to kill anyone, much less a child. He consoled himself that
he wasn't a total monster because he had let her go, and he
did feel badly about the pain he had put her through.
But there was something wrong about this mess of a child in
front of him. Then suddenly, it hit him. It was his own
daughter, Emily.
Matt Wendle fell to his knees as he screamed in denial. He
pounded the floor with his cuffed hands, yelling, "No! No!
Please god, NO!!"
Then he sat in shocked silence as his world dropped out
from under him. Then, slowly, he dragged himself over to
his battered child and held her. She tried to push him away
and he sobbed and cried how sorry he was. Emily didn't
recognize him. She kept trying to push him away, saying
that he just wanted to rape her like all the rest of them.
She never did know it was her father as the guard dragged
him back to his seat.
Matt sat in shock for the rest of the ride. He felt a poke
on his knee. It was the guard. The guard said, "You know
that girl you kidnapped? That was my niece."
Later as the trip was ending, Franko said, "That your kid?
She sure is a good fuck." and he grinned at Matt. "And she
sure loved it."
The whole bus was grinning at Matt. It was going to be a
long fifteen years, if he could live through it.