Message-ID: <10685eli$9804261541@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Rapeher@your-house.com (The RapeMaster) Subject: STORY: Prison Riot (MMM/F Rape) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <Rapeher-2604981257520001@3cust87.tnt5.chi5.da.uu.net> I did not write this story, I am just the poster! Prison Riot By Gray Wolf I got the job at the state prison just five days after my 26th birthday. I wasn't actually sure that I wanted to work inside a prison, but seeing as how I had been job hunting for the last two years, and found nothing, I decided I'd take the prison job. Because it offered me a way out of the current bad marriage I was in. I needed the job in order to file for divorce and move out of my husbands house. Considering he had bought it before we were married, I figured the courts sure as hell were not going to give it to me in a divorce. Luckily we had no children, so that made getting a divorce a whole lot better. My 5th day at work inside the prison started out like any other. I had quickly ran the comb through my long black hair before I shut the engine off in the parking lot. And I had climbed out of my car, pulled my purse strap over my shoulder, and as I walked towards the front gate, I tugged down on the hem of my sweat shirt. Since I was working in a male prison, I had been careful to dress in clothing that was large and baggy on me. I didn't want any male inmate to get the idea that I was sexy or cute, or anything of that nature. So I wore baggy clothes, and never used make-up or fixed my hair fancy. As I sat down at the desk, my boss was getting ready to leave. He handed me a fist full of forms that needed typed so that we could get transfers done on some of the inmates. I remember I gave a little groan and he smiled at me. Typing and forms are not my favorite thing to do, but if it would pay for the divorce and get me an apartment of my own I'd live with typing and forms. The office I was in, had three desks, and one door. There was like a waiting room outside the door, where inmates would sit in handcuffs and wait to have one of us take down information from them to put on the damn forms. I had my head buried in a ton of paper work, and was questioning inmate #1025, ( I don't even remember his Christian name, in here all the inmates are numbers). As I was filling in this form for a personal visitor he wanted to get allowed in to see him, I heard voices raise from a normal dull roar into a violent level. Just as I looked up from the paper, about 26 inmates came rushing into the waiting area. As I stood up, so did inmate #1025, standing on the other side of my desk. He too had stood and turned his head to see what was going on. I saw a guard, and I thought to myself "thank God", but that was short lived as the guard disappeared under a pile of at least 12-15 inmates. I lost sight of the guard as my office area suddenly filled with inmates, screaming and rushing in. The desk next to mine was knocked onto its side, and I jumped left to get out of its way, when I was grabbed from behind. A hand gripped the front of my neck, and the other hand was down on my pelvic. I started thrashing my body, kicking out with my legs. "Oh bitch wants to fight" a voice yelled, and my legs were grabbed by a inmate with real short brown hair. He held on tight and I keep bucking my body, screaming "let me go, let me go". Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nancy, she's the older woman that works in the office. She was about 50 years old, real grandmotherly type, right down to her chubby build. As one of the inmates pulled Nancy across her desk by her hair, I saw the razor blade held in a huge male hand, his knuckles were hairy. The blade sliced across Nancy's throat, and I immediately stopped fighting the three inmates holding onto me. I couldn't breath as I watched Nancy's hands come up to the wound on her throat, as blood leaked out through her chubby fingers, and you could hear a gasping gargle sort of sound as she tried to get air to breath. Her eyes rolled up in the back of her head, and her muscles jumped and twisted in death. "Oh God No!" I cried, "please, Nancy, no, no ,no!. As my feet hit the floor, and I sort of bent at the waist. The inmate behind me laughed and tighten his hold on me, forcing me to stand straight, with my back pressed against him. "Nancy" I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears rushing down my face. His hand so tight on my neck, and his other hand pressed against my pelvic, I could feel the heat of his body on my back, feel his breath on my neck as he ran his wet tongue over the left side of my neck, while my eyes were locked on Nancy laying dead on top of her desk. I fought to get control of my violent sobbing, and bring my mind away from Nancy, as well as my eyes. I focused instead on four inmates as they spread -eagle the guard on the floor in the waiting room. I felt a hand touch my face, and turned my eyes to look into the coal black eyes of a inmate I knew had caused tons of trouble inside and outside of the prison. "Hey bitch" he snarled, and he hooked his fingers under my chin. The heat of his hand felt like it was burning my skin as I looked into his eyes. "Glad your alive" he snarled. He tipped my head so that the back of my head rested on the shoulder of the inmate whom stood behind me, with his arms locked around me. I reached my hand up to his wrist, trying to tug so that he would let go of my chin. "Let go" I snarled looking into the coldest black eyes I've ever seen. He took hold of my wrist with his other hand, and started twisting it. I felt the pain and bite down on my lower lip, but I couldn't hold back to whimper. It hurt and he knew it, as he twisted harder on my wrist and smiled. "Be Good cunt" he growled, twisting my wrist until new tears sprung to my eyes and down my face. And the other inmates laughter filled the room as they watched him dominate me. "Please, let go!" I sobbed as my wrist felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. My head resting on the shoulder of the laughing inmate behind me, as he grind his hips at my buttocks. "Please whom cunt?" the cold black eyes stared straight through me. "Please, Sir, it hurts, please let go!" I sobbed. "That's better slut. You call me Sir or Master from now on. In fact you call all of us Sir, and you be fucking sweet and polite when you do it bitch!", he laughed and finally let go of my wrist. He took my face in between his huge hands, and put his lips close to mine. "Now kiss your Master bitch", he growled low in his throat. When I tried to shake my head free of his hands, I received a knee in the small of my back. "Kiss your Master cunt" he said again, pressing his lips to mine. When I refused to kiss him freely, I once again got a knee in the small of my back, this time my legs buckled and the man holding me almost dropped me to the floor. The coal black eyes showed pure hate, and he shoved his lips on mine. He kissed me hard, and forced his tongue between my lips. His tongue raced in my mouth, raping me. I twisted and struggled, but with the two of them holding me, I was pressed between them without room for escape. I though his horrible kiss would never end, as my stomach threaten to rush into my throat at his tongue raped my mouth. He tasted of hate, violence, demands, torture. When he finally pulled his tongue from my mouth and his lips from mine, I was gasping for breath and praying I was not going to throw-up. I was shoved down on my knees, and held there to watch as the inmates played games with the guard. First they beat him with their fists, and then they undressed him. Once the guards clothes were off, they keep dragging razor blades across his skin, not too deep but enough to draw blood and have him crying and pleading for mercy in short order. I tried to look away a couple times, but some inmate would always grab my chin and force me to watch again. I keep asking myself, why the other guards were not coming, where was the riot gear, why wasn't someone putting a stop to all this. The hand gripping the back of my neck as I kneeled on the floor, shoved forward, my forehead hit the floor with a loud bang, and my hands were grabbed and drawn behind me. Someone tied a cloth from something around my wrists. The phone in the office rang. The inmate with the coal cold back eyes, grabbed a fist full of my hair, jerking my head off the floor and crawling on my knees I tried to keep up with him so that he didn't scalp me I followed him on my knees back into my office. He picked up the ringing phone, and rubbed my face against his outer thigh. I clinched my eyes shut, and tried to hold my neck stiff, but he held the phone receiver with his shoulder, grabbed my head in both his huge hands, and started rubbing my face against the crotch of his prison jumpsuit. "Fuck you, we got two bitches, and one guard. Now you listen fuck head, we got demands, and right now I am to busy to talk with you. Call back in a hour fucker" he yelled into the phone and slammed the receiver back into its spot. "Now bitch, I've got plans for you!" he yelled. He drug me back out to the waiting area, where the guard was barley conious now laying naked on the floor, with hundreds of razor cuts on his body. He drug me over next to the guard, and made me kneel there. "Okay gang, we got there fucking attention. Now we have to get a list of the demands made, and get this damn thing rolling in the right direction. In the mean time, I want you to keep the guard alive. You all know your jobs, so get to em. And soon as I knock off a couple pieces from this slut, then you all can take turns on her. If we work this right, we got six days we can keep this place in a uproar, and get ourselves some media attention. In those six days we also have this little bitch for fucking!". He keep hold of my hair, and made me crawl over towards a corner of the room. Where he then kneeled down beside me. "Now bitch, you fuck!" he snarled. He let go of my hair, and grabbed the front of my sweat shirt, he gave one mighty jerk and the shirt tore apart. "NO!" I screamed. "Yea, strip the slut ", came a loud voice. I felt the back of his hand across my face. It stung like crazy. "Shut up bitch" he growled loudly. He grabbed onto the waist of my jeans, and quickly got the snap open, then the zipper, I was tossed onto my back on the floor as he stood up and jerked my jeans off my waist, down my belly, over my thighs, and finally off my ankles. "Oh yea, nice ass" someone yelled. "No No NO! I screamed, twisting and throwing my body as hands grabbed my waist. I felt his breath on my neck as he lend his body weight on top of me. "Lets fuck , lets fill that filthy cunt full of cum" he snarled to me. "The slut didn't even have a bra or panties, what a whore she is" I hear someone say. "Yea, fuck that cunt" "Fill her with prison sperm man". I tried to close my ears on their taunting words, as I struggled beneath the inmate with the cold black eyes. "Please, don't do this, please" I cried as I felt his rock hard cock pressed into my bush. "Please don't do this MASTER, say it slut" he snarled as he slide his knees between my legs. "Please, don't Master, please don't do this"! I pleaded "Please don't rape my filthy cunt Master" he growled as he forced my legs to spread wide. "Oh God please, don't,,,,,,,,,,,,,,rape me,,,,,,,,,,,please,,,,,,,," I whimpered laying prisoner beneath him, pinned to the floor by his body weight, as his eyes filled more and more with dominate powers. He put his hands around my neck, with his thumbs under my chin, he titled my head so my neck was strechted tight. "Look in my eyes bitch, and tell your Master not to rape you". I opened my eyes, and through my tears I saw him staring down at me, his body weight crushed me to the floor, my breasts crushed under his hairy chest. His cock was poking between my legs, hitting my pussy lips. "Please Master, don't rape me" I sobbed looking into his eyes. He smiled a wicker cruel smile, and poked his cock at my pussy three or four times. "Now slut, tell your Master to fuck you" he snarled. I shook my head no as best I could with his thumbs locked under my chin. He smiled at me, his smile sent shivers down my spine. I was wiggling my buttocks on the floor, and arching my lower body, trying to keep him from getting into me with his cock. The struggle I was putting up was draining me of much needed energy, and I was feeling the terror and anticipating what he was going to do. "Alright bitch, I'll let the rest of them fuck you first" he growled and raised his hips slightly off me. I took a deep breath looking into his cold black eyes. "I lied" he screamed in my face, and rammed his hips violently on me. His cock tore past my vagina lips and buried fully inside my sex. My body arched. "AHHHHH" I screamed. Violently his hips pounded, "I lied slut, I lied" he snarled as he dug his hard cock inside of me. His cock was long and round, it stretched my sex horribly. I tried to pull my sex away from his brutal cock, but he held me firm. "Take it" he screamed in my ear. "No, hurts,,,,hurts,,,,,,,please,," I gasp out each time his horrible cock plunged in and out of me. His strength was amazing and frightening. The pain I felt was extreme, I was so dry. After a while, my body responded to the pain and the violation of his fucking, by growing slightly wet. That moisture mixed with the blood he had drawn from my sex with his huge cock. "Fuck it bitch" he grunted as he slammed his cock up me. "fuck it slut, fuck the prison cock" he growled. His thumbs were cutting into the bottom of my chin, his hips pounding with each ounce of weight he had, and his cock ramming in and out, in an out, in and out. I screamed and screamed, then I pleaded and begged. As I begged him to "please stop" I could hear the voices of the other inmates taunting him to "fuck her harder, draw more blood from her cunt". I wanted desperately to shut my mind down, to just float away from all that was happening, but my mind stayed locked in place, as my body was raped by this inmate with the cold black eyes. My body rocked with sobs, and my tears fell to the floor, yet he just keep plunging his cock in and out, in and out. I thought he would never stop. I could feel my sex bleeding on his huge cock, I felt his balls slapping my ass as he pounded his cock inside of me. His grunting in my ear, and his heavy panting only made what he was doing that much the worse. He used his vocal grunts as a sign of his domination over me, and as a way of letting me know that he was taking pleasure from me without consent. "Please, hurts, stop, please" I begged of him, yet his cock keep ramming and filling me with pain.. "Yes slut" he snarled, as my body went into climax, the most violent I've ever experienced in my life. It was so strong, so hard, and from so deep inside of me, that I screamed out and bucked my sex towards him. "You like it" he growled.. But as fast as the climax had come, I was returned into immediately pain as he screamed in my ear, "Take it slut" filling me with his hot burning cum. He collapsed on top of me, panting hard, sweat running from his arm pits. Cheers and victory roars went up from some of the inmates that had been watching. I was exhausted and in a great deal of pain as I laid beneath him now, my body still rocking with sobs as I realized that I had climaxed for this horrible man whom raped me. I was humiliated, and shamed. (I had no way of knowing at that time, that many women do indeed climax during violent rapes. That the woman's body response to her rapist is such a form still baffles my mind even today.) I have no idea what the 26 inmates were doing while I was being raped by the man with the coal black eyes. Most of the time from this point on until the end of my ordeal, I have no idea what the inmates did around me, I only know what they did to me. I must have passed out from the pain, because the next thing I knew, the man with the coal black eyes was passing a bottle of smelling salts under my nose. As I slowly opened my eyes, I was looking straight into his. He still laid on top of me, with his spent cock inside of me. "Welcome back bitch" he growled. He sat the bottle down to the left of my head, and I saw a hand take it away out of the corner of my eye. "Time for seconds " he growled, and started rocking his body on top of me. My breasts dug so deep into his chest that it almost felt like I was connected to him. He started sucking on my neck, and I locked my eyes on four inmates who sat less then 10 feet away from me as they watched him raping me. His cock grew hard inside of me, and now it plunged in and out, I was to weak for screams, but my whimpers came out freely between my lips. "oh yea your tight" he grunted in my ear. "Your all going to like this tight cunt " he yelled to the other inmates.. His cock battered away at me, and his grunting and slamming hips down on me, I started pleading again for him to stop. The pleading only seemed to drive his violent brutal cock harder inside of me. "Your going fuck us all a hundreds time slut" he grunted in my ear. I felt fresh tears flowing down my face, and his breath was burning hot on my neck. "Fuck it good bitch" he snarled. "Soak it up" he yelled as he filled me with his hot cum. I laid beneath him for a good 30 minutes with his spent cock inside of me as he rested from having his seconds of me. When he withdrew, I whimpered, as his cock slide out of me. I was bleeding, raw and had major cramps and pain in my abdomen. "I'll be back for a hell of a lot more of you bitch" he snarled in his parting promise to me. He pulled me by my hair until I managed to get my knees under me, doubled over in pain. He walked around behind me. He lend down and grabbed my breasts, pulling them upwards and walking back wards. I howled in pain as he used my breasts as handles to pull me into the center of the room. "You- (he pointed at an inmate) and "YOU", "hold the bitch on her back, pull her legs over her head, expose her cunt for some major gang banging ". He let loose of my breasts, and two inmates he had just pointed to now grabbed onto me. I was shoved on my back on the floor, with my ankles pulled upwards towards my head, my knees almost touching my chest. "The first ten, get in line right here" he yelled. I rolled my head to see ten inmates come forward. "Now one at a time, fuck the bitch in the cunt" he told em. None of the ten inmates needed a second invitation from their leader. As the first one unzipped his prison jump suit and walked up to the womans exposed and waiting cunt. I felt his hands on my hips as he raised my hips slightly off the floor. "Fuck me" he growled, and rammed his hard cock into me. I rolled my head to the right and screamed, as his cock filled me. I was so raw, and in so much pain that his cock felt like it was a mile in length and a mile wide. "Oh god no, please" I pleaded as I tossed my head back and forth on the floor. His cum didn't take long to release, nor did the next three inmates. When the next inmate kneeled at my exposed cunt, I was to weak to try pleading and begging, it wasn't doing me any good anyway. As he unzipped his jumper, I could feel the hot cum of the other inmates dripping out of my sex, and I started loosing track of faces, and numbers. After about three hours of steady rape, one inmate immediately following the other with his cock brutally plunging in me, I had been praying to God to let me die, to let them kill me now so all this pain, humiliation, the rapes would be over. I felt myself slipping away, and reached out with my mind for that empty spaceŠ.. I have no idea how long I was unconsious, but the bottle of smelly salts was passing under my nose again, and a cock was slamming in and out, in and out of me. My legs still above my head being held with strong hands. "Please stop" I whimpered, but no one was listening to me. I had four more cocks shoved up me, when I must have passed out again. Because when I came too, there was the bottle of smelly salts under my nose. I was laying on my back on the floor, in so much pain. The coal black eyes were looking into mine. "Welcome back" he snarled. He pulled me to sit up, and I screamed, trying to get my hands from behind my back to grab my stomach, but the cloth still held firm on my wrists. I laid my forehead on his chest as he forced me into a sitting position. "Hurting slut?" he growled. I shook m head yes on his chest. His hand wrapped in the hair on the back of me head, his other hand supporting my back. "You've only serviced 18 so far, you got a shit load more to fuck you" he roared with laughter. He pulled me to my feet. If his arms had not been around me holding me, I would have collapsed to the floor. But his strong arms were wrapped around me tight, my breasts crushed to his hairy chest. "Fuck seven more, then I will let you rest" he whispered in my ear. "Please, I can't,,,,, I'm really hurt,,,,,,,,please" I cried on his chest, my tears washing over his hairs. "Then suck my cock" he answered. I shook my head yes. He laid me on my belly across the desk, with my head hanging off the edge. He unzipped his jump suit and shoved his limp cock at my mouth. I felt my stomach rushing into my throat but forced it down. His hands hooked in my hair, and his cock touched my lips. "Suck it or fuck seven more" he snarled. I opened my mouth and he shoved his limp cock in. I gagged and he shoved his cock deeper. "Suck it or fuck" he demanded. I started crying, and he started pumping his hips and jerking my head up and down, his cock grew hard and huge in my mouth. "Go on, fuck her cunt" I heard him yell. Suddenly I felt hands on my buttocks, spreading my cheeks apart. And I screamed around his cock in my mouth as a cock shoved into me. He pounded my head on his cock, as someone fucked my cunt. His cum shot down my throat, making me choke and gage, he withdrew his cock just in time of my losing control of my stomach as the pile slide past my lips. I was still dry heaving when someone shoved their cock in my mouth, and the one in my cunt was filling me with his hot brand of cum. "Nine" someone snarled, shoving his cock in my mouth, and I heard "11" from the man pounding his cock inside my raw cunt. They pumped in perfect rhythm together. When they had released their cum into me and were withdrawing, I heard his voice. "Let her rest". My head hung limply over the side of the desk, my entire body felt in pain. He raise my head by a fist full of hair, kneeled down on the floor in front of my face, and stuck his face close to mine. "Say thank you Master for the rest period" he snarled. I stared into his black eyes. "Thank you master" I told him and closed my eyes. He laughed and picked me up off the desk in his strong arms. He carried me a few steps, and then I was laid down on the floor. He covered me with Nancy's coat, and I slept. I heard angry voices, like they were a million miles away, I woke to find him climbing on top of me. His legs between mine. He looked into my eyes, and I looked into his. His cock rammed inside me, and I bucked beneath him. He locked his lips on mine, forced his tongue in my mouth, his cock went real slow in and out of my cunt, with deep penetrations that made me whimper in his mouth. When he finished he slide off me, and picked me up. He carried me to the desk, laid me on my back. My head was hanging over the desk, and he cradled it in his hands as he locked his lips back on mine. I felt my legs being shoved apart, and felt hands on my hips. The cock that entered me was violent, I screamed in my Masters mouth and he sucked that scream deep within himself. "15, let her rest" he said as he pulled his lips from mine. I couldn't cry, nor could I move. I just laid there with my head hanging off the desk and cradled in his hands, as his eyes stared into mine. "Come here" he said, as he let go of my head, grabbed my breasts and drug me off the desk. My buttocks hit the floor hard, and I cried out. He laughed and hooked his arms around my waist. He laid me on the top of the desk, on my belly. "NO, please" I whimpered as I felt his huge cock shoving at my back door. His hands were locked in the hair on the back of my head, he jerked my head back towards him. "Take it up the shitter bitch" he screamed. His cock tore into me, tearing and ripping me as it plowed its way fully into my back door. Never has pain been so horrible, as I screamed and screamed. I prayed for him to stop, I pleaded, I begged, but he keep raping and raping. I felt my blood running over my raw cunt, down my inner thighs as he pounded his hips. The sound of flesh smacking flesh, his grunts and snarls loud, violent. I felt my body loosing itself, somewhere deep in my mind, away from him, from the horrible painŠ.. When I woke up I was in the hospital. I had no idea what day it was, what week it was. But I knew exactly what the inmates had done. How they had raped me, and used their dominate male powers over me. When the police, lawyers, judges and even the media will never understand, is that in a real sick warped way, I feel in love with my master. His coal cold black eyes haunt me even today, as I watch the TV news speaking of his last moments in the execution room. I cried horrible tears as the TV announcer said it was over, that my master was dead. I cried both for myself, as well as for him, and the guard that the inmates had killed during that six day riot ordeal. I cried, that the demands for better medical, better treatment, better food, better dental,, none of those had been meet or discussed after the riot, nothing had changed. I'd been raped, tortured, terrorized, and a guard laid dead, and my master had been murder legally by the state, yet the prison system and the public,,,,,,, nothing changed. -- ********************************************************************* The Rape Club "An Instrument committed to giving a woman what she is too afraid to admit she NEEDS!!!" 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