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Prison Bus Ride
By Pedro Vila (pedrovila@mailcity.com)

***

A misshape creates a situation that is scary and life 
altering for a young girl on a visit to her father in 
prison. (M+/g, extreme-ped, intr, nc, extreme-rp, tor)

***

Eleven year old Emily has still in her sleeping gown. 
She didn't remember how she ended up with the guy with 
the uniform and badge. The last thing she remembered was 
going to sleep in her own bed, thinking about her 
father. 

This big brawny man scared her. He was tough looking and 
she was afraid he would hit her at any moment. But he 
was a policeman or something and she went along with 
whatever he told her because she had been taught to obey 
the law. 

He drove her for hours in a car with bars separating the 
front seat from the back seat. Emily sat in the back. 
She thought she was in trouble, but couldn't think of 
why. The big man didn't say much to her except that she 
would see her father and to stay quiet. Emily wanted to 
see her father very much. 

They arrived at a big grey building with lots of fences 
and then pulled up next to a large bus that looked like 
a school bus but painted grey. The guard led her onto 
the bus and then to the back where he placed her in a 
small potty that smelled. He put a handcuff on her wrist 
and cuffed her to a bar on the wall of the potty. She 
could sit but would have to strain with one arm up. 

The big man said, "No matter what happens, you are to 
stay quiet in here, even if somebody is with you. 
Understand? If you stay quiet and behave, then I'll let 
you see your father. Is that clear?" 

Emily nodded, scared. Then the door shut and she was 
left alone for a long time. She knew the bus was empty 
from the silence. 

***

Matt Wendle was led onto the prison bus chained to a 
number of other prisoners for the trip to the state 
prison. From what he could gather, all the other 
prisoners were convicted sex offenders, probably kept 
away from the other prisoners to prevent trouble. 

Child molesters were not treated very well in jail. 

They all sat in seats facing each other with one guard 
in with them and two more on the other side of the cage, 
one driving and the other riding shotgun. Matt looked 
around at everybody. Some of the men were big and 
tattooed, others were creepy looking. One man was more 
normal like Matt was, and he was very nervous with a 
black eye on his face. 

Matt did his best to look like he was tough and 
uncaring. He tried not to meet anybodies eyes directly. 
Then the bus started and began moving to the gate house. 
It would be a couple of hours' drive for them. 

***

Emily heard a lot of noises outside of the door and was 
too scared to peek through. She remembered what the big 
policeman told her and vowed that she'd be good for her 
daddy. She missed him. 

Then the bus made a loud rumbling noise and started to 
move. It was loud in the potty and it was beginning to 
get hot in there. That made the smell worse. 

***

"Listen up" the guard said after ten minutes on the 
road. "Everybody is to get one ten minute bathroom break 
starting with the prisoner next to me and then the one 
next to him and so on until all of you prisoners have 
gone. This is going to be a longer trip because of the 
speed of this particular bus so I suggest you all go 
whether you need to or not. You will be limited to ten 
minutes so I suggest you use it wisely. If you find 
anything out of the ordinary in the john, you are not to 
speak a word about it to anyone! Is that clear?" 

Nobody said anything. "I take it from your silence that 
you understand. Good. Franko, you are first. Legs out!" 
The prisoner at the end of the seat across from Matt put 
his legs out and the guard un-cuffed him but left his 
arms cuffed in front of him. Then the guard led Franko, 
who was big and burly, to the john at the back of the 
bus. 

Matt turned to the prisoner next to him and asked, "Do 
they always do this?" 

The guy next to him sneered back, but answered, "Never 
seen this before. Must be new." 

***

Emily jumped when the door opened suddenly and a big 
scary looking an in prison clothes stood there stunned. 
The man turned to the guard behind him and Emily saw 
that it was the same person who put her in here in the 
first place. She was on a prison bus! 

The guard nodded to the big man who turned back to her 
with a big grin on his face. He came in with her and 
shut the door, locking it behind him. Emily's heart was 
beating hard and she felt the blood drain out of her 
face. She became suddenly conscious of how little she 
was wearing. 

"A present for me? Ain't that just thoughtful," he said. 
His voice scared her badly and she knew something 
terrible was about to happen to her. Her breathing 
became ragged and she felt weak with fear as her reached 
out to pull her to her shaky feet. 

"Shit. This is your first time, isn't it?" He grinned 
wickedly. "You're gonna' love this." He reached down and 
yanked her gown up to her shoulders and put his hands 
all over her body. Emily felt sick to her stomach as the 
huge man probed her panties and felt her most secret 
places. Then they were pulled down to her knees and she 
was pulled to him. 

Emily couldn't look. She turned her head away and then 
felt a large bony object push up and in between her 
shaking thighs. He spit on his hand and rubbed it over 
her private place then put the same hand over her mouth. 
She almost threw up, but the sudden pain inside her made 
her almost black out instead. Her scream was muffled by 
the big hairy hand and the loud drone of the bus engine. 

***

Matt sat there, wondering what his future was going to 
be like. He had fifteen years to his sentence. He 
wondered if his wife would leave him. She said that she 
wouldn't, but she was pretty disappointed with him. He 
wondered if he would ever see his kids again. 

Franko came out of the john after the guard knocked and 
told him his time was up. The guy came out with a big 
grin and sat down across from Matt again. He must have 
missed the toilet because he has wet spots all over his 
pants, some of it looked pretty dark, like is was blood 
or something. 

"Reese. Your next." The guard un-cuffed Reese's Leg 
irons and escorted him to the can. 

***

Emily was humiliated. While she was cuffed to this 
potty, a strange man had come in and raped her. She 
wanted to die. She hurt inside and she could still smell 
him all over her. She tried to pull her bed clothes back 
on right, but she felt so weak and awful. 

He had told her that she liked it too! She didn't, 
though. How could anybody be so cruel to her? 

The door opened again and she saw another prisoner 
standing there looking at her. Again, he looked at the 
terrible guard who put her here and the guard nodded 
back to him. Then the door shut and she was in with 
another prisoner. 

"No" she whimpered as he grabbed her and started to 
undress her again. She tried to imagine herself 
someplace else as she was once again probed and 
penetrated inside. He seemed to be inside of her 
forever, pushing painfully into her tender body over and 
over again until the knock came to the door to stop him. 
Again, she was left hanging by one arm and the breeze 
when the door opened gave her a quick breath of fresh 
air before she was shut in the hot and smelly potty once 
more. 

Emily tried to straiten her bed clothes but seemed too 
weak to get her panties up properly. Then the door 
opened again and a large black man was standing there. 
The black man didn't even bother to look at the guard, 
but just shut the door and grabbed her head. He didn't 
pull her to her feet again and she thought that maybe he 
wouldn't rape her, but then he took a huge black penis 
out and held it in front of her face. 

She had never seen a penis this close before and surely 
had never seen one hard. She had forgotten for a moment 
what had just happened to her and looked at this thing 
in front of her. Recently, she had talked with one of 
her girl friends at school about what a hard penis 
looked like up close. School! 

It seemed like another life now. How could she ever show 
her face there again? Then the black man made her open 
her mouth and her shoved his big black penis down to the 
back of her throat. Emily couldn't even choke on it. Her 
mouth was filled and her jaw started to hurt. The man 
held her head and rammed his penis into her mouth 
repeatedly. 

She tried to pretend she was someplace else but this was 
too close to home for her. She could smell and taste him 
and her stomach was turning summersaults. Then her 
throat suddenly flooded with something thick and hot and 
a vile taste began to rise from the back of her throat. 
She felt she would choke and tried to swallow to keep 
herself from throwing up. She swallowed something thick 
and realized it was the bitter stuff that came out of 
the dick in her mouth. He made her lick his balls until 
the knock on the door saved her. 

***

Something weird was going on on the bus. Some of the 
prisoners on the other side were whispering to each 
other and every man who went into to john, came out 
grinning like a fool. 

Matt tried to listen to what was being said, but the 
only word he could make out was "Doll". 

Then one prisoner didn't come out when the guard 
knocked, and after a second knock, the guard opened the 
door and dragged the guy out screaming. Then guy had an 
erection until the guard started to hit him with a club. 
Then the prisoner was thrown back into his seat where he 
frantically tried to pull his pants up as he was 
shackled to the seat bar again. 

When the guard took the next prisoner to the john, Matt 
asked Franko, "Was he jacking off in there?" 

Franko looked smug, but he decided to tell. "Somebody 
put a girl in there for us to fuck." 

"Seriously?" 

"Some girls like that kind of thing. This one does for 
sure." 

Matt stopped to think about it. He had heard about kinky 
women and this didn't seem any worse then things he had 
read about. It would be his turn soon. Only six guys to 
go. He had never thought he would ever get a chance to 
fuck again. He had promised his wife before the trial 
that he would become a better man, but he suspected that 
he might be involved with sex in some way while he was 
in prison. He was pretty certain that it wouldn't be 
voluntary. Maybe he would get ass raped, but if he got 
one more chance with a woman, then he was going to take 
it. Matt waited for his turn. 

***

Emily was in a nightmare world. The smell was horrible 
and the heat was making her sweat on top of it. The 
noise of the bus engine made her ears hurt. And then 
there was the men. One after another, forcing her to do 
terrible things. She learned not to fight them and it 
went easier, but she had large penises pushed into her 
bottom as well and she hurt all over from the constant 
string of men coming in to abuse her. 

Another man opened the door. Nobody looked at the guard 
anymore. They all seemed to know what to find in her 
little prison. They all wanted the same thing. One of 
them had taken her panties and her bed gown was ripped 
down one side. She didn't have the strength to hold it 
over her anymore. This man lifted her up to look into 
her eyes. She wasn't very aware anymore. He slapped her 
face. She was shocked out of her daze and focused on 
him. He was ugly and looked mad. He slapped her again 
and then he held her up by her neck. Emily couldn't 
breathe and then she felt the familiar thing push deep 
into her body from underneath. Only she still couldn't 
breathe now. 

This one was the worst. The few times he let go of her 
throat, it was to slap her face hard. She tried to gasp 
for breath but her mouth was filling with something 
tangy. It seemed familiar for a second, then she 
realized that it was her own blood. He then choked her 
again and she couldn't even swallow. The blood drooled 
down her flat, red, and sweaty chest instead. 

***

Matt would be soon. There were only two guys before him 
now and he was excited about what would be his last 
heterosexual fuck. He didn't even mind that he was going 
to be the last of twenty guys. Beggars can't be 
choosers. His imagination went into overtime thinking 
about what mind kind of slutty woman like to be gang 
banged in a prison bus toilet. Maybe she was so kinky 
that she liked to lick men's assholes. 

***

Emily was forced to lick this man's asshole. He called 
her terrible names and though she thought it wouldn't 
matter after all that she had been through, it really 
hurt her inside to hear what they all thought of her. 
Didn't they know that she was just a child? Didn't they 
know that she didn't want to be raped? They seemed to 
all act like she wanted to be raped by them. They 
stopped being adult men and started to become monsters 
to her. Big hairy, gross monsters. 

Another monster opened the door. She hadn't even noticed 
that the last one left. She would look at it. She 
wouldn't even acknowledge that it was there. 

"Oh, you poor girl." It said. Emily waited for it to say 
something cruel. "This isn't right. You shouldn't be 
here. My god, it must have been horrible for you." 

Emily looked up slowly. This monster was telling her 
what she already knew. He looked like he was really hurt 
for her. Her spirits lifted a little. Maybe he'd get her 
out of here! He sat down next to her and petted her 
badly messed up hair. He really looked concerned for 
her. Emily's eyes watered as she looked at his eyes. Her 
lip quivered. She didn't know what to say, though. How 
could anybody forgive her for all of this? 

"Oh, you poor child," he went on. "You shouldn't have to 
go through something like this at such a young age." He 
held her head to his chest and she started to cry. "You 
poor thing. I didn't know that you'd be just a child. I 
feel awful for you. What's your name?" 

"Mml," she said into his chest. He pulled her back a 
little and she said it again. "Emily." 

"Oh, Emily. You must feel like dying inside, the things 
these awful men must have done to you." Emily did feel 
that way. This wasn't a monster. He understood. The man 
sat her on his lap and held her close to him, rocking 
her. She wrapped her arm around him and let herself cry. 
He petted her head and 'Shhh'd her like her mother did 
when she cried at home. 

Home! Would she ever see her mother again? She felt like 
she was worthless now. Nobody would ever want to love 
her again because of what she had now become. She felt 
suddenly safer now that she was being held. She tried to 
forget about all the horrible things that have happened 
to her. The way her poor body was violated. She could 
still feel huge and terrible men's penises pushing into 
her body. It felt like it was happening even when she 
was being held. It was happening! This man was raping 
her just like the rest of them! 

Emily tried to push away but her held her close and 
continued to 'Shhh' her while he pushed up and into her 
ravaged vagina. She gave in and let him rape her. There 
was nothing she could do about it anyway. 

***

Finally, it was Matt's turn. He was smiling with 
anticipation but it fell off of his face when he saw the 
guard smiling coldly back at him. He was un-cuffed and 
led to the john, not sure of what he would find. Matt 
stood at the door and something told him not to open it. 

The guard pushed his shoulder with the club and said, 
"Go on. It's your turn, Wendle." 

Matt Wendle opened the door and saw a little girl cuffed 
to a hand hold. She was bloody and marked and her head 
hung low while she sobbed silently. Matt's first thought 
was it was too good to be true. He was a convicted child 
molester. He had kidnapped a school girl from across 
town and raped her repeatedly for the better part of 
most of the day. His mistake was that he let her go. He 
couldn't bring himself to kill anyone, much less a 
child. He consoled himself that he wasn't a total 
monster because he had let her go, and he did feel badly 
about the pain he had put her through. 

But there was something wrong about this mess of a child 
in front of him. Then suddenly, it hit him. It was his 
own daughter, 'Emily'. 

Matt Wendle fell to his knees as he screamed in denial. 
He pounded the floor with his cuffed hands, yelling, 
"No! No! Please god, NO!!" 

Then he sat in shocked silence as his world dropped out 
from under him. Then, slowly, he dragged himself over to 
his battered child and held her. She tried to push him 
away and he sobbed and cried how sorry he was. Emily 
didn't recognize him. She kept trying to push him away, 
saying that he just wanted to rape her like all the rest 
of them. She never did know it was her father as the 
guard dragged him back to his seat. 

Matt sat in shock for the rest of the ride. He felt a 
poke on his knee. It was the guard. The guard said, "You 
know that girl you kidnapped? That was my niece." 

Later as the trip was ending, Franko said, "That your 
kid? She sure is a good fuck," and he grinned at Matt. 
"And she sure loved it." 

The whole bus was grinning at Matt. It was going to be a 
long fifteen years, if he could live through it. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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