Things in the jail had been building up to a head for a long time, due to the conditions enforced on us as a result of over crowding. The State Board had kept promising to alleviate the problems, but nothing was ever done about it. So in the meantime we Cons were being forced to double up on our cell space, and spent the majority of our days locked up in our cells without exercise or recreation, because the limited number of guards could not cope with the numbers of prisoners, even meal times were now done on a sort of rotation.
Another result of the problem was that female guards had started to be used for jobs that where always reserved for the men, such as taking us to the shower blocks, or on the rare occasions that we got the chance, to the exercise yards and outdoor gym. Now you may think that hardened criminals like us would take this in our stride, but even we would get pissed off, to have some butch female guard staring at us in the open communal showers, giggling and pointing at our nakedness to her mate. It was even worst in the toilet block, to be sitting there having a crap in the open fronted cubicles with your trousers around your ankles, and have a female guard walk up in front of you and stare as you wiped your arse. Needless to say tempers were building up to boiling point and fights and squabbles were breaking out all the time between the cons.
I was in the shower block with about thirty other cons when the riot broke out in the main dinning hall. What started it, we never did find out, but it probably started as a result of something trivial. When the sirens sounded the automatic lock-up system went into action and all the electrically operated metal doors sealed shut, closing off all the individual cells, and blocking off the various sections of the wing into sealed small units. The shower block that we were in was at the rear of the wing with only one entrance via a corridor leading into the main wing, this corridor had been sealed tight by one of the doors, trapping us in the block with our four guards.
Our guards, one male and three females were obviously in a state of panic when they realised that they were trapped in the block with thirty naked men. Their only means of defence was the long nightsticks that they carried on their belts. Immediately they grouped together near the door and drew their sticks. Now things would have probably have remained calm if the male guard had not struck out at one of the cons who was standing near the door at the time, to get him out of the way. As he struck the guy in the guts hard with his nightstick, we surged forwards and swamped the four guards by shear weight of numbers.
While we sat on the guards and restrained them, some of the cons used towels and face flannels to bind and gag the unlucky four individuals. They were secured and hogtied with their arms and legs together behind their backs on the floor before we got off of them, and reviewed our position.
We did not know what was happening in the rest of the prison, but with the automatic lock down in force, we were aware that something major had occurred. If the incident had been only minor they would have quickly drafted in extra guards from the other wings to deal with the situation and got all prisoners back to their cells before initiating a lock down. We were aware also that our position, segregated at the rear of the wing, would mean that any trouble in the rest of the wing would have to be dealt with before we could be reached and released. So it looked as if we were going to be there for a very long time.
A couple of the really hard cases who were mates of the con who had been struck by the male guard, started to kick out at the man on the floor with their bare feet. And we had to hold them back before they seriously injured the guard. We were getting more and more aware of our position, and that we were in deep shit. Not only had we jumped the guards and disarmed them, one of them had now been seriously assaulted. With the system the way it was, we would all be held fully accountable for anything that happened in the room, regardless of our individual actions, any chance of remission or early release had already been blown out of the window as far as we were concerned.
So there we were, thirty frustrated naked men locked in a tiled shower room with three women and a man prisoner in tight fitting officers uniforms, and of course, nothing to lose. At first the cons started to whisper comments back and forth as to our situation and what to do about it. Then the whispers turned to arguments and loud discussions. We were all aware that things were about to get interesting to say the least. Then as if by mutual agreement some of the men crossed over to one of the female guards and dragged her over to the showers, leaving her gag in place, they undid her bonds and hauled her up on her feet and stretched out her arms above her head. Using towels torn into strips they tied her wrists to two of the pipes coming out of the walls to the showerheads. Thus she was suspended in the air with her arms outstretched and her feet a few inches off the ground, a towel was tied around her ankles to keep her legs together and help stop her struggling form from kicking out.
As the men returned to grab another girl, we all started to move and all three of the other prisoners were dragged over and suspended from the showers in the same way. The guards made an interesting sight, hanging there in their tight fitting tailored kaki uniforms with sewn in creases. Their uniforms consisted of a short-sleeved shirt and matching slacks, this was set off by the thick brown leather belt at their waists, which contained the loops for their nightsticks and a pouch containing a pair of handcuffs. The body contours of their legs, arses and chests were clearly visible, especially on the three females. All four guards must have been in their mid twenties with athletic looking bodies, probably as a result of the fitness regime that they have to follow as part of their job training.
One of the cons stepped forward and started to run his hands over the legs and buttocks of one of the females, who tried to use her tied feet to kick out at him as she screamed muffled abuse into her gag. Stepping behind her, he reached around her waist and undid her belt buckle. We all stood fascinated as he dropped her slacks down her shapely legs to reveal a small pair of red knickers covering her muff. Once her slacks were around her ankles, he grabbed her knickers on both sides and with a violent yank torn them away from her body to expose her neatly trimmed blonde pussy to our gaze. Giving the girl's rump a gentle slap, which made her wince and buck on her restraints, he stepped behind the second female guard.
Again he reached around and dropped the girl slacks, this time to reveal a minute white G-string, just about covering her love box. With another quick yank of the flimsy material, they fluttered to the floor to reveal a completely shaven muff box. We could just make out the line of her crack, and the start of her pussy lips between her legs, thanks to the lack of pubic hair, even more so as the man also slapped her on the butt, and she thrust her hips forwards to get away from the stinging blow.
He then stepped behind the third female, who was thrashing about on her restraints, as she knew what was about to happen to her. Like the others, he reached around and dropped her slacks down her legs to reveal a big brown hairy muff. This young lady wasn't wearing any undergarments to cover herself. The man delivered a couple of smart smacks to her derriere as a result, as a thank-you. Having debagged all the women to our gaze, the man then crossed back over to where we were standing in front of the girls, to join us in admiring the view.
Now as you probably know, it takes all sorts to make up a prison community, and while we were admiring the lovely girls in front of us, one of the other men stepped forwards and debagged the male guard as well, ripping off his Y-fronts and giving him a quick slap across his buttocks after first giving the lad a quick grope of his arse cheeks. The guard had been watching us debag the girls, and his semi-hard on was clearly visible dangling between his legs. It seemed as if the three girls also noticed this point (well semi point to be more precise).
Well by this time, there wasn't a single prisoner in the room without a raging hard on, This must have been terrifying to the four captive guards, to see all us naked men in front of their semi nude forms, stonking great swollen cocks in our hands, and the look of shear lust in our eyes. It wasn't just the girls who were getting the looks, and the male guard was equally panicking at the situation.
As one we all moved forwards and started groping the guards, squeezing handfuls of exposed flesh and sliding our fingers into intimate places for a feel, all four were struggling and shouting obscenities into their gags as we probed every part of their bodies. Their shirts were torn open and thrown back over their shoulders, bra's torn off to give us access to their breasts and chests. There weren't any parts that had not felt our probing fingers, either on or inside them. Oh it was fun, for blokes like me who had been starved of intimate female company for years. With my sexual preferences, I spent all my time having a good grope of the three girls; others of course, either concentrated on just the male guard, or spent their time with both the male and female guards. However, we all had a great deal of satisfaction in our intimate research projects, the only problem was, it wasn't actually doing anything to relieve the building up pressures in our balls, if anything it was making matters worse.
Then someone had the idea of using the guard's own handcuffs in the fun. Three pairs of the handcuffs were produced; all the guards were grabbed and held by their knees while the towels around their ankles were removed. The guards half-mast slacks were also taken off completely, one side of a pair of handcuffs was snapped in place around the left ankle of the two girls in the middle of the group of four prisoners, the male also had a cuff attached to his left ankle. The legs of the prisoners were then all splayed wide apart and the other end of the handcuffs was snapped around the right ankle of the guard next to them. Only the male and female at each end of the line of guards had one ankle free, this was soon remedied by using a number of bath towels tied together to form ropes, these were attached to both their free ankles, their legs stretched out as far as possible to the sides and the towels were tied to water pipes running along each side of the room near to the floor. The produced effect was even better than before, with their arms still secured to the showerheads, and their legs now pulled wide apart, they were displayed fully spread-eagled to our gaze.
Again we moved in and started to grope at their unprotected bodies, this time of course, we got total unhindered access to their splayed pussies and arseholes, an opportunity that we did not ignore. Completely oblivious to the guard's moans and struggles we delved into their bodies with a relish, each of the girls had fingers up their anuses and half a dozen up their cunts at the same time, while others massaged and pinched their breasts and nipples, and squeezed their clitorises. The male guard feared no better, as his anus was deeply probed and hands played with his balls and cock.
Finally it was time to relieve ourselves from our pent up frustrations that had been building up to a level that none of us had ever known before. The blood in our cocks had swollen our penises up to sizes that none of us would have thought possible, and our balls were about to explode from all the increased sperm and fluid that had built up inside them from our games with the captive guards. The guard's wrists were untied from the showerheads and lowered a bit until their splayed feet could just about touch the floor, and then retied to the pipes. This left them at about just the right height for our own cocks to gain access into their holes.
I was one of the lucky ones, and was able to sink my cock into the pussy of the shaved female guard before anyone else. My cock just slid straight up until it was buried up to my balls in her cunt thanks to all the fingering that she had suffered, stretching the walls and opening of her pussy in advance. As I pounded my cock in and out of her twat seeking the relief that my bollocks so desperately craved, I noticed that there was other movement up there as well as my own. Another con had impaled her right up the butt from the rear with his inflamed cock seeking the same desperate relief as myself. The extra sensations were fantastic and we both ripped into her belly from different sides as we pummelled her two holes at the same time. I felt my orgasm coming as the pressure in my balls reached even newer heights, slamming into her cunt as far as I could go, I let the volcano erupt into her belly, spewing gush after gush of released semen into her, like a jet from a high pressure steam hose. As the volcano in my balls gradually subsided, I withdrew from her dripping cunt, to be replaced by another con with an enormously swollen cock seeking his own release.
All around me the cons were fucking the girls from both ends at the same time, the male guard was also being buggered from the rear, while at the same time he was being wanked off by one of the guys in front. It was like a scene from the last orgy of the Roman Empire or something. I had just had the best knee trembler of my life with the female guard, but my cock had a mind of its own, and it was already swelling up and begging for more.
Rejoining the cons around the girls, I waited for another opportunity to get my swollen dick into an available hole. My chance came when a spent con withdrew his shrinking cock out of the arse of the blonde female guard, quick as a flash, I had my shaft buried into her anus so far, that I'm sure I could feel the front of her belly button resting on its tip. Pumping into her with increasing vigour, I adjusted my rhythm to match the guy who was screwing her cunt at the front, increasing the sensations that we were both getting from the double fuck. I felt the other guy's cock swell and release its load into her womb, through the thin interior walls separating our cocks, and then the new enflamed cock that replaced it inside her cunt. Again we both humped her holes in unison until I also shot a new load of seed deep up into her bowels.
After withdrawing I could see that all the guards were still being pummelled at by cons, with others still waiting to take their place. We had all been sexually starved for so long, that we had far more energy to give than would normally be the case. After another short break, even I was ready for yet a third fuck. So I again joined the group of waiting men. This time I was a bit more selective and waited until the brunette guard with the hairy cunt was available. It took a while but eventually I was in a position to slip my cock up into her pussy when the man inside her withdrew.
With a lot of my sexual energy already used up, my fuck of this girl was a lot more leisurely, and I had time to really savour the sensations that you get from being part of a double fuck. The feelings you get on you cock from the girls cunt itself as you pump your dick in and out of the hole, the involuntary grasping of her muscles on your shaft and bell-end to draw your manly juices into her, the feelings of the other cock on the other side of the thin wall rubbing against your own cock, it all led to an amazing feel of wonderful sensations that soon made me burst my balls again as I pumped another load of seed into one of these females.
I had about sated myself on the three girls, and I could see that most of the other cons had as well. Only a few of the guys were still humping the girls, the rest of them were sitting around like myself just watching. The male guard was also being humped from behind, but even he no longer had anyone playing with his penis, which was just hanging limply down like ours.
Eventually it was all over, and the guards were just left hanging while we sat around. The enormity of our actions was starting to sink in, and after a lot of discussions and heated arguments we decided to at least clean up a bit of the evidence of what we had done. With that in mind, a section of hose used for flushing out the showers was connected to a tap and shoved up each of the guard's anuses in turn as a makeshift enema. As the powerful jet of cold water shot up their insides, each of the guards moaned and squirmed in their restraints. We kept the hose there and tried to seal off the opening a bit, to fill them up inside, then would pull the hose out to let the water flow back out, carrying our semen with it. We did this a good half a dozen times with each of the guards before we were satisfied.
Next we concentrated on the girls, using the hose in the same way on their abused pussies, only this time we used soap as well, covering our hands and wrists with the stuff and literally fist fucking the girls at the same time, shoving our fingers up as high inside them as we could and then flushing them out with the hose pipe. There were no lack of volunteers for this job, and I think we nearly all had a go with one girl or other before we were satisfied that all traces of our semen had been flushed out.
Our next job was to use soap to wash off their bodies from their chests down to their feet, to remove any sign of any splashed semen remaining. Again there was no shortage of volunteers for the job, even for the male guard, we paid particular attention to the pubic areas of those that had hair, to make sure that there was nothing trapped inside, when we came across a small knot of tangled hair, we would unceremoniously yank it out and flush it down the drain, usually to the accompanying shrieks of the owner into their gags. The shaved girl was the lucky one in this respect, if you could call what had happened to any of the guards lucky.
Although now any physical evidence that could point to any particular individual as having taken part in the rapes had been removed, at least from a scientific aspect, even the curtest examination of their bodies would show that they had been seriously abused. Still at least it would be up to them to convince a jury that any particular convict had abused them, which would mean that each of them would have to sit through numerous trials and keep retelling the story of what happened to them, a daunting task for anyone, especially for prison officers like them. So with the chances of being charged with rape at least being reduced, our main worry was the prison system itself, which was the one thing we could do nothing about. The chances were that we would face server punishment from the system for our actions, and would probably face serious beatings from the guards in the future, once word got out. Still that was out of our hands.
The four guards were dried off with towels, and released from their restraints, one at a time, allowing them to get dressed again in their slacks, and do up their shirts. Although the shirts had some buttons missing from being ripped open, they were still basically sound and could be reasonably secured. As each guard was dressed, they were forced to sit with their backs against the wall near the door, an action that brought more than one painful wince from behind their gags, their hands were tied in front of them and a set of handcuffs was placed in the pouch on their belts.
With half of the lads standing over them, four of them menacingly with the guard's nightsticks in their hands, the rest of us took good long showers to remove any evidence of the proceedings from our own bodies. When we had finished, we switched over to let the others shower. Once we were all clean, the torn underwear and strips of ripped towels were shredded up even more and flushed down the central drain after we removed the cover, the showers themselves were scrubbed from top to bottom. When every thing was done that could be done, we sat down and waited for the rest of the guards to reach us, luckily some of us had brought two towels to the showers and we distributed these out to the ones who had torn theirs up.
We sat like that for what seemed hours, the four guards by the door, and us in the middle of the room with towels around our waists facing them in a group. Eventually we heard the sound of other doors being unlocked in the distance and faint voices of guards approaching. We quickly untied the four guards and took off their gags, after first telling them in no uncertain terms that if they shouted out or moved in any way, we would have more than enough time to jump them and beat them half to death before their colleagues could help them. The four men nearest to them retained the four guards nightsticks and sat menacingly tapping the ends against their other hands while we waited.
We listened to the sound of opening gates getting closer to us, until at last, the gate outside in the corridor was opened. As the footsteps approached the door of the showers, we all cried out, "In Here, Were in here" as loud as we could. As we did so, the four men at the front slide the nightsticks across the floor to where our guards were sitting, hitting them on their sides, instinctively all four guards grabbed the sticks. A split second later other guards piled into the shower room to find the four guards sitting down with their nightsticks in their hands and us prisoners sitting patiently cross-legged in the middle of the floor. That of course would be one of the first things that would go down in any of the new guards written reports.
Our four original guards didn't say anything as we were hustled out of the shower room and back to our cells for lock-down by the new guards.
We only ever saw the four guards once more. An hour or so later, while we were still all locked up in our cells, the three girls and the guy walked past us down the centre of the cell block heading for the exits, their faces were held down as they sort of shuffled along in a pained stiff walk.
We never did get extra time or punishment for that incident, in fact to my surprise at my last parole board hearing, it was read out that during a nasty riot, I had been among a small group of prisoners who had caused no trouble and had sat quietly in the shower block waiting to be released from the lock-down.
Thanks to that little report, I am gathering my stuff together at this very moment ready for release on parole. Who says that crime doesn't pay? Or that sex isn't everything?