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Jail Time Fun
by Doghead_2000 (doghead_2000@dizzydoggie.org)
***
During a prison riot, thirty of us convicts were
trapped in the shower block with four guards, three
females and one male. The male guard should have never
set us off by striking one of the cons. (M+/F+, MM, nc,
rp, v, bd, enama)
***
This story is total fantasy. The author does not
condone any form of violence towards women in any form
whatsoever. All women should be treated with the utmost
courtesy that they deserve as our mothers, wives,
girlfriends and friends. They are not the weakest sex
as is often portrayed, but they certainly are the
fairer sex. Where would we be without them? Treat them
like Angels and Princesses at all times, they deserve
it.
***
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?
The End
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This story contained gratuitous violence and was written
as an adult fantasy. Children should not be subjected to
such material. Presumably adults can tell the difference
between reality and fantasy, children have to experience
more of life to do the same. Keep this and all erotic
stories away from children. Thanks you.
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