Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter 1 The only good thing about going to jail has to be the chance to make real connections. If you spend your time wisely you can meet people that can be used on the outside once you are free. I had an advantage over most. I was not doing a long sentence. It did seem like it at the time but looking back on it, those 2 1/2 years went by really quickly. Sure, I now have to register for 10 years but once that time is over I will be truly free. But I have gotten away from the point... The school bus topped the hill and the driver did not sense any danger when she saw the tanker truck stopped in the road. She saw those milk tanker trucks going to these rural farms all the time. She must have considered going around it but when she saw the car coming the other way she figured that she would have to wait until the car passed. The driver of the other car was cautious too. After all, this was a very small back country road between two large farms. The bus driver shifted into neutral and waited for the car to pass. John got the signal. His radio crackled as he got the signal. "NEUTRAL!" As soon as he heard the signal he gently squeezed the trigger. A single silenced shot went out. The driver did not even have time to realize that the window beside her head just exploded. Her lifeless body slumped down over the wheel and lay motionless. The children did not even understand what had just happened. The breaking window sounded like nothing more than a louder than normal clap. The driver did not fall into the horn button. You only see that crap in the movies! Since this was the morning pick up, the road was dark and deserted... except for the tanker truck,the car, and a van that was following at a distance. The driver of the van listened intently for the signal. He heard, NEUTRAL!", then moments later... "DOOR!" With that Cooky stepped on the gas. It was his job to race up to the back of the bus and park his van so that it was up against the back emergency exit of the bus. We didn't want any of our cargo escaping. Just like a military operation, everything went smooth as clockwork. Everyone had a role to play. I had a role too. I had scouted this job for more than 6 months. I knew the area inside and out. I enlisted the aid of all of the connections I had met while in the joint. I knew who to trust and who would fail. I hand selected my crew. The location was out in the country because we knew that the area would give us cover. The country schools in the area used very few school buses because there were so few students that it would not be worth it for the school system to buy a lot of buses. So, the first students on the bus would be on for over an hour before finally reaching school. Most were sleeping. Since this was a country area the school taught all grades from K-12 at the same time so the bus had a wide range of ages. I selected this route to give us the best selection. We all wanted younger kids. Most of the children on the bus were under 12 and the youngest had just barely turned five. If everyone had made it to school that day we would gather 30 kids that day. Eight boys and 22 girls. As I said, this was a specially selected route in a specially selected school system. I walked calmly up to the bus, climbed onto the hood and "opened" the front window with a well placed heal of my boot. I reached in through the opening and released the front door. By now some of the children were freaking out yelling screaming and crying. Stan, the tanker truck driver, jumped up into the open door of the bus. He had a job to do. He quickly made his way through the center isle of the bus. There was one boy who we knew would try to play hero. He was one of those jock types. Although one of our crew would have loved to shove a hard cock staight up his ass, it was agreed that he was to be sacrificed in order for the mission to succeed. With a single silenced round from a nine millimeter Baretta the young jock was out of the picture. Even with all of the wailing that was going on at this time there was no doubt that we now had their undivided attention. They knew we were not playing around! I entered the bus and with my shotgun raised I calmly stated, "If any of you would like to see the morning tomorrow you will do EXACTLY as I say!" I want each seat of children to stand up as I point to you and walk up the isle, out the door and up to the back of the tanker truck in front of us. There will be no talking, there will be no questions. You will not bring any bags, books, food, or anything else. When I point at your seat you will stand up and empty your pockets, drop their contents on the ground and leave the bus. The first person to talk gets shot. With that I pointed to the first seat. The girl and boy, brother and sister, got up and walked out of the bus. At the exit of the bus stood John. He directed the kids towards the back of the tanker. He stood there with his sniper rifle ready in case one of them tried to make a run for it. We figured that one of them would. When the first set of kids reached the back of the tanker it was then that they noticed that this was no ordinary tanker truck. The back half of the tanker truck slid backwards on hydraulic slides which revealed a set of stairs. The entire bottom half of the truck was empty. This was all the handywork of James. He was the hardest egg to crack in the joint. He worked in the maintenance shop and was the best welder I had ever seen. He had done work as a nuclear reactor certified welder before being locked up for raping his daughter's best friend at a slumber party his daughter was having. It took a long time to get him to talk about what he was locked up for. Most people do not talk about what they did when they are locked up. I have met a large number of people who said they were in jail for breaking and entering or similar crimes only to pull them up on the internet to find that they were really rapists. James did a great service to the mission. Once inside the tanker truck they were physically stripped of all clothing. We could have ordered them to strip by themselves but with modesty and all, they would have taken all day. We did not have that luxury! Once completely nude they were forced to the front of the tanker truck. One by one the seats were emptied. The snivelling, crying kids all went into the tanker without incident. The entire switch from the first shot to the back of the tanker truck being closed took 11 minutes and 23 seconds! "Not bad!", I thought as the tanker truck pulled away. "You can turn off that microwave jammer now!" I yelled to John. John had spent a long time in the Army working in electronics. It was his connections that got us our firearms and electronic gear. His jammer was designed to prevent any outgoing or incoming cellphone calls in a two mile radius. We didn't want any of those kids calling for help! It worked wonderfully. Now it was clean-up time! I took out the paint sprayer from the back of the van, climbed onto the roof and started spraying. Flat green, brown,and black paint was quickly sprayed across the roof of the bus to hide the bright yellow. I painted from back to front then jumped onto the hood of the bus and down to the ground. I painted the top and sides of the hood just as James was finishing painting the sides. I had to admit that it was one of the fastest and best camo jobs I had ever seen... but then again we did not have to worry about masking off the windows. Once painted I drove it the 150 yards up the road to the beginning of a tree-lined ravine. As I said, I scouted this area out for a long time to pick just the right spot. I turned the bus and drove down the creekbed just far enough so that it could not be seen from the road. Since there were no more stops before the bus gets to the school and the bus has to backtrack it's route there is a large number of square miles to search before the bus would be found. We loaded up all of our gear and headed for our hotel room. With sincere "thank you"s to the staff of U-haul I returned the van and went on my way. Of course it did not take long before the missing kids were all over the news. At first there were stories about how the bus driver may have taken them someplace. It always amazes me how quickly the media jumps to conclusions! There were several road blocks set up on the major roads but they were not searching cars. They were looking for a big truck or a bus. The reports said that 29 students and a bus driver were missing. Twenty nine!? That means that one of the kids did not make it today. Oh well, 29 was still a good haul! They would not be searching for single kids in cars. After all there were 29 missing kids... they thought there were 29 missing! The tanker truck drove up to the road block and Stan calmly came to a stop. Showed his papers and allowed the police to examine his truck. They opened the seal on the top fill door on the tanker. Milk was all that they saw! Once again, good job James! To keep the kids quiet, the truck was equiped with sleeping gas. The kids were sleeping before the truck first hit the highway. Now they would be on the road for 18 hours before they reached their final destination. The police would never know to look out of the state. Each of the crew arrived at the airport at different times and took different flights to different parts of the country before finally taking the flight that would take them back home. I was the only one who took the direct route. I had work to do. Chapter 2 I was home for 9 hours before the tanker truck pulled up. Stan knew to keep turning on the sleeping gas at 1 hour invervals to keep the kids sleeping. It had worked like a dream! As I opened the back of the tanker truck I was greated by the sight of a pile of naked sleeping children. I allowed the back of the tanker to air out for a few minutes before entering. It would not do me any good to pass out too! One by one I removed the kids. They hardly stirred as I lifted them up and lowered them into their own individual living areas. Months before I had prepared the area by burying several semi trailers in the ground. The only way in and out will be a long tunnel of concrete drainage pipe that is rigged to be completely flooded with water in less than 30 seconds if anything goes wrong. Now there are pipes which drop straight down into each childs room. Those pipes will be removed and filled with concrete and dirt as soon as the kids are all loaded in. That will take about 10 minutes with the equipment I have sitting around. Each room has a small bed, a toilet, and a sink/shower combination. There is a door to each room and a small air vent pipe and exhaust air pipe for each room. The rooms were made so that each child would be separated from the others. As each child was lowered into their room they were equipped with an electric shock collar. these collars could give as little or as much of a charge as I desired. Since each room was equiped with an infared camera and sound monitoring gear I could keep tabs on all of my little students. Soon the training would begin! slowly each of the children woke up. They quickly found out what the collar around their neck was all about. Each of them took a try at screaming out for help and was silenced by their shock collar. The setting was only about half way but it gave them the idea pretty quickly that they were not to make any noise. Stan was in the control center monitoring the dorm rooms and the front gate of the farm. I did not have a gate so it would not raise undue suspicion but I did install cameras and alarms so I would know when unexpected guests arrived. Stan alerted me as each member of our crew arrived. We were meeting today to start the training and divide the children up into who wants who. As the leader it was already understood that I would get the first three picks then we would divide the rest up between the rest of the group. each person getting a turn to pick a child. We drew straws to see the order in which we were to pick. Stan got first pick, James got second, I was in third, Cooky came in fourth, and John drew last place. I did not mind being in third place since I would get the first three picks anyway. As the five of us walked down the isles we opened each room and checked the child inside. I made my first pick. A little 7 year old girl with long brunette hair and blue eyes. My second pick was a girl of about 10 with short strawberry blonde hair. She stood in the corner of her room crying as we all walked in to examine her nude form. I then walked down the isle straight to the last of my 3 first picks. I had the liberty of putting these girls into their rooms so I knew exactly which rooms they were in. The youngest of the bunch was my final selection. She was just old enough to start school this year. Her blonde hair looked like it had never been cut since she was born. It was all the way down her back to her waist. she was huddled under her blanket when I walked in to make my selection. I pulled back the covers to expose the beauty. Her soft creamy skin was milky white and she looked so pure. She had no idea what was in store for her. In a small frail voice she asked for some water. I pointed to the sink and told her to get up and get it. She walked across the room to the sink and all of the guys expressed their displeasure that I had been the first to chose this girl. She had the cutest rounded ass! They all wanted her. Even James wanted her! This was a surprise to me because James had taken a liking to sucking cock while being locked up. I figured him at wanting nothing but the boys. Well after my first three selections we started taking turns. I could have predicted who would have picked which child. James, true to form picked a boy at each turn. Cooky, an older black man picked the only 2 chunky girls first and second picks. John picked the older girls with the bigger tits. I got a few good ones after that but my first three girls were going to be the best of all! In the end the last two picks were boys that were left after James had chosen all five of his selections. Cooky and John were left with these boys. I was sure that they would be put to good use anyway. After each of us had made our selections we went down the isles and put locks on our childrens doors. Even though we trusted each other, the urge was always there to go shove a cock into another mans property. This way it kept the arguing to a minimum. Now was time to name the kids. Each child was asked what their name was. If we liked their name and it seemed to fit their personality we left it as it was. I did not care if I thought their name fit or not. All my girls would be renamed! That was just the first step in giving up their past. Eveything about their past would be gone soon! The youngest of my girls got the new name Amber. With her beautiful long blonde hair, that was a no brainer. Then in a stroke of genius I decided to name them alphabetically from youngest to oldest. That would make it easier for me to remember. Next on my list was a six year old girl who was very petite for her age and was a spanish mix. Her dark hair was cut short on a pageboy style haircut. Her name became Barbie. The first of my picks the seven year old with the long haired brunette became Crystal. Dawn was a 9 year old girl who had not stopped crying since she got here. If she did not stop crying soon I would have to sacrifice her just for the peace and quiet! Ellen, another 9 year old was next. She just sat quiet, naked on the edge of her bed... there was something intrigueing about this girl. I would have to get to know her much better. My second pick, the 10 year old with the strawberry blonde hair became Fawn. She had finally stopped crying and had fallen asleep in her bed. She was totally unaware of my presence as I walked in to attach her new name tag to her shock collar. Gail was a homely looking girl about 12 and had been my last pick. Had it not been for the cute little pointy nipples she had she was not all that appealing to me. I was sure that I could put her to some use in the future though. I was sure that one of the other guys would tire of their kid and would be willing to take her in trade if nothing else. Finally there was Heather. She was 14 and was rather well developed. Heather had small perky breasts. She was probably a B cup... that is if she was allowed to wear clothing. She also had a small patch of light brown hair around her pussy. The carpeting did not match the drapes here. Her shoulder length hair was dyed a platinum blonde. When we first stormed the bus she was wearing a tank top that revealed her stomach and a blue jeans mini skirt. Why a parent would let their young daughter dress and look like a cheap whore was beyond me! Oh well, they won't have to worry about that any more. Heather won't have to worry about the mis-match soon either since pubic hair on any of my girls was strictly forbidden. I would delight in watching one of the other girls pluck each one of those hairs out one at a time. That was later though. I knew that since she was the oldest and possibly not even a virgin that she would be my first conquest...That lesson would be coming soon! Chapter 3 It had been two days since the bus hi-jacking. There was no out of the ordinary police activity and life in the small farm community where my farm/training camp was located went on as usual. The girls were begining to complain about being hungry. They had not eaten since before the hi-jacking. They all had water from their sinks though. Each of my girls had tried to call out for help at some point. There was a remote counter that kept a record of each time the girls received a jolt and how severe it was. Heather was indeed the toughest egg to crack. As expected, Amber cried out once and had not made a sound since. Good girl! It was time for the training to begin. Each room in the underground complex was equiped with a flat screen TV set. By remote I turned on the TV sets in each of the rooms. I watched the reactions of the girls on my monitor as each set came on. I then started to show tapes of cartoons. The girls all started watching them. They had not seen TV in over two days so they sat glued to the sets. After all, there was nothing else to do in the rooms. I had recorded the cartoon tapes especially for this. During each show I cut out all of the commercials. In place of the commercials I inserted the rules of training. Each commercial covered one rule. The cartoons started playing for 24 hours a day. The cartoons and rules would become like second nature to the girls in no time. Have you ever watched a young child look at a TV show and by the second time they see it they have the theme song memorized? This was the same theory. At the end of the first day the girls were tested. Food was the reward. Rule 1 - Do exactly as your master says and you will not be punished. Rule 2 - Do speak unless told to do so. Rule 3 - Do not ask questions. Rule 4 - Practice good personal hygiene. Shower at least once a day and brush your teeth at least 3 times a day. A red light will go on in your room to signify when to take a shower and a green one says when to brush your teeth. Rule 5 - Stand when your master enters the room. Rule 6 - Never hide your naked body from anyone. Bend over and expose yourself to anyone who desires to inspect your body. Rule 7 - Your body belongs to your master not you. You will do with it what he asks you to do without hesitation. Rule 8 - Smile and look happy. Your job is to make your master happy. He does not care if you are happy. Smiling makes him happy. Frowns get punishment. These were the simple 8 rules. The girls had seen them for 24 hours straight now. It was time to test them. First I went to Heather's room. I opened the door and walked in. Heather was laying on the bed as I entered the room. She looked at me and sat up on the side of the bed. She saw the food tray in my hand. "Could I please have something to eat?", she begged. "Violation of rule 2,3,5,6,and 8" I told her. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed with her blanket covering herself up when I backhanded her across her face hard enough to spin her around on the bed. She rolled onto her stomach and put her face in her hands and cried. "That is a violation of rule 8 again", I scolded as I put down the dinner tray and pulled the cattle prod from the belt loop holder it was placed in. I yanked back the sheets from her naked body to reveal her smooth soft ass. I quickly placed the business end of the cattle prod against her tight asshole and hit the button. I held the button for a good five seconds listening to the electric crackle as it caused her muscles to spasm. When I stopped the electric current to her ass I said, "No food for you today until you can learn to obey the rules!" "But I didn't know!", she cried as I walked to the door. "You just don't learn do you?", I said. "That was a rule 2 and rule 8 violation again!", I warned as I walked out the door. "I guess there will be no food tomorrow either", I said as I walked on to Gail's room. I fully expected to end up eating this food myself tonight anyway. I didn't think that I would have anyone pass the test on the first day. Gail lived up to my expectations as well. As soon as she heard the lock being opened on her room door she covered herself up with her blanket and slipped down into the corner. "I want to go home!", she bawled. I let her know that she had disobeyed the rules. "Gail", I said, "you must learn to follow rules." "I will not have any disobedience from my girls. Now, Stand up Gail." "My name is NOT GAIL! It is Laura!", she hollered as she stood up in defiance. "What was that?", I questioned. pretending not to hear. "MY NAME IS NOT GAI....." She was cut off in mid sentence when I brought a right upper cut into her stomach. "You will never speak your old name again!", I warned as she crumpled to the ground. "If I ever catch you saying your old name to anyone or calling anyone else by their old name, you will be dealt with very severely! Do not test me. Do I make myself clear?" There was no sound coming from her mouth as she tried to make the words come out. Her wind was knocked completely out and all she could do was make little sucking noises as she fought for a breath. "I can't hear you", I said, Knowing that she could not speak. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and shook her head to signify that she understood. I made a movement like I was going to kick her in her stomach and she retreated into the fetal position in fear. I picked up the dinner tray and said, "No dinner for you tonight" as I locked the door behind me. Fawn had followed the same basic pattern as the rest of the girls. There was a bit of resistance at first but that soon went away with a little bit of corrective punishment in the form of a belt lashing across her bare ass. No food for Fawn either. Ellen was sitting on the bed as I unlocked the door. As soon as the door swung open she stood up beside the bed and let the sheets slip to the floor. I was really shocked that she acted this way. She stood there looking at the ground crying. As I walked up to her she looked up at me. This was the first chance I had to really look at her. She was a really cute girl her totally straight sandy brown hair hung down to a little below her shoulder blades. She had a really well defined ass and was just begining to get a slimmer waist. Her dark pink nipples were just starting to poke out by about an inch. The more I looked the more I began to really like the looks of this girl! I knelt in front of her and looked closely at the puffy mound of her pussy. As I looked at her, she slightly spread her legs without any directions to do so. As I looked up at her she turned her head and looked away as the tears rolled odwn her cheek. It was hard to deny food to a girl who was willing to let you look at her pussy without any training. But, since she was crying and that was a violation of rule 8 I decided that she would not have anything to eat "Your crying is a violation of rule 8.", I said. "No food for you today." and left her room. I have to admit now that I knew I was not going to give any of them food that day. That is why I had only prepared one tray of food. It was for me. I sure wasn't going to feed these girls anything like what kind of food I was eating. Each girl down the line got a reason for why they did not get any food. When it came to Amber, I could not find a reason for it at first. She did everything that I expected of the girls. She was well ahead of the training plan! This was good. So, what could I do as the young girl stood naked beside her bed smiling at me??? The smile! "Amber, did you brush your teeth today?", I asked, knowing that she hadn't. "No, I forgot to do it. I will do it now.", she said. "Is the green light on now?" I asked. "No", she said after a moment of thought. "You can not forget! That is not an option!" I told her as I spun her around and smacked her hard across her bare ass. Her ass jiggled from the smack and quickly reddened in the form of my hand print. Amber stood there for about a half a second before her body realized she had just been hit hard then she started to cry. I turned and left the room with the same "No food for you today." statement. Tomorrow was another day.