        "Prison Bus Ride"
        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?"
   Nobosy 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 uncuffed 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."
   Then 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 uncuffed 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 an 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 worse. 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 ass holes.


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   Emily was forced to lick this man's ass hole. 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 fell 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 uncuffed 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.

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