Feeding Them to the Lions

Alisha meekly returned to her seat at the front of the bus and sat down between her three silent friends. Each of them extended a caring hand towards Alisha and consoled her as she sat back down.

Turning her gaze first across the aisle towards Renee, Alisha seemed to share a momentary glance of shared experience with her before they both turned to look at Laura and Emily as if knowing what each of them were in store for.

"There are two guys sitting back here who are more than a little jealous," Keenan spoke up once Alisha had taken her seat. "This bus ain't movin' until they get their's."

All four girls cringed as they stared at the snakebit guards for any hint of support, but none was forthcoming. Quickly they realized once again their only salvation lied in their own hands.

A gleam of "We don't need to do this," remained in Laura's defiant pupils, but all that was left in Emily's eyes when she tried to measure her friend's mindset was a fatalistic pout of "We don't have a choice".

That outward, tangible expression of submissiveness and helplessness in Emily's eyes belied something much darker and very confusing happening inside her body. Emily's seat seemed to be melting beneath her and a V shaped burn had ignited inside her body, starting at each of her nipples, ripping like a live wire down both sides of her torso and meeting in a sizzling rush deep inside the center of her crotch.

Laura was mortified. What was unfolding went against everything she held dear and on top of it, she tortured herself for getting so drunk the night before. Somehow she knew that if she had a clearer head right after the car broke down, she would have been able to make some snap decisions that would have certainly prevented things from unraveling the way they had. Instead, she was sitting there, one of 12 starcrossed souls on a prison bus, hidden from civilization by a thick patch of brushline. Gradually, a sad clarity crept into her heart as the dearth of options became readily apparent. Feeling the weight of everyone's gaze, Laura swallowed hard as she imagined what might come next.

Laura was the furthest thing from promiscuous. She hadn't lost her virginity until her freshman year of college and even though she did sleep with one guy during her trip to Daytona, one was far fewer than each of her three friends had.

"Hey Lil' Bashful.....," Keenan's voice rang out in the direction of Laura, the head on top of her 5' 3" frame barely visible above the seat.

Defiantly, Laura rolled her bloodshot eyes back to face the shackled black man in the rear seat. She had never been one to take much crap from men, it was part of the reason she hadn't had much luck with them over the years, but she simply wasn't wired to suffer fools or play petty games. What she was however was a realist, and even though her head continued to pound from her slowly dissipating hangover, Laura clearly understood the situation she and her friends had found themselves in and just how limited their options were. But there still was a certain disconnect going on for her. Always a stickler for control over her surroundings, Laura couldn't help but feel a gnawing and unfamiliar itch deep inside when she stared back at Keenan and absorbed the strange hold he had over everyone on the bus.

"Get back here and let's complete the circle," Keenan said in a calm, level tone.

Laura now stewed in the same juices Renee and Alisha had just minutes earlier and she hated it. Her only solace was looking over at Emily and knowing she too was experiencing the exact same sensation.

Turning her focus backwards, past the guards, to the inmates gazing up at her like starved vultures, Laura surveyed the two prisoners in the seats in front of Keenan and Rich. One was a rather large black man, both in height and bulk, who appeared to be in his late 30's and who hadn't lost the same maniacal, cockeyed grin he had since the girls walked onto the bus. The other inmate was relatively short, sleepy-eyed Hispanic youth who had barely made a peep since the drama began to unfold.

For the first time, Laura found herself openly pondering which one of the jailed men she'd be called on to service. The whole world seemed to turn to static around her as she stood up and walked out into the aisle. Her legs had become numb jelly beneath her as she turned to make the short walk. Out of the corner of her eye however, suddenly Laura's heart warmed when she saw Emily stand up as well and fall in line behind her. If they both were going to do it, at least they were going to do it together.

All four guards stood up and backed away, allowing both girls clear passage to the back of the bus, and the painfully aroused men that awaited them.

Once she was close enough to everyone in the back, Laura was startled by just how human and real the men appeared sitting there in their restraints. From the instant she'd walked on that bus back at Renee's broken down car and realized who the men in the back were, she had tried her best not to so much as look at them, much less think of them as anything but monsters. Faced with having to stand directly before all four of them, Laura couldn't help but feel tiny in their presence.

Looking down at Rich on her right as she scanned her surroundings, Laura eyes quivered seeing his shrunken and satisfied cock still dangling from his opened fly and the pattern of cum smears that dotted his lap from his just completed relations with Alisha. Darting her eyes quickly to the left, Laura briefly made eye contact with Keenan, but as quickly as she could, Laura turned her eyes away from his hawkish, all encompassing glare.

Parallel with both the heavy set black guy to her left and the silent Puerto Rican boy, who was just about her age to her right, Laura just stood there absorbing it all. Rocking backwards slightly, Laura rested her shoulders against the much taller Emily's chest as they shared a quick moment of support.

"I want the tall one," the strapping black man to the girls' left spoke up a few seconds later.

Instantly, Laura felt a strange twinge of jealousy and inadequacy shoot through her system. Even though she was mortified with finding herself in this situation, to have a man speak up and openly say he was picking another woman over her clawed at some primal scar deeply embedded inside her. Laura couldn't help being transported back to all the times as a child not being picked until last for teams in gym class, or having boys she liked ask other girls out instead of her as she got older.

The feeling was only heightened by the sensation of claustrophobia trapped on the small bus with the four inmates in front of her and the four guards behind, all hidden under the shade of a thick, daunting wood line.

Now knowing her lot, Laura looked down at the Hispanic youngster to her right as he reclined with his back against the window and both feet up on the seat. Reaching back with her left hand, Laura clutched Emily's hand behind her and the two gripped each other in a moment of shared re-assurance before going their separate ways.

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54 year old Corliss Samuels sat and watched everything play out in the back of the bus on his overhead mirror from the comfort of his driver's seat. A complex swirl of emotions flowed though his gristle ever since they had stopped and picked up the girls. Sitting there watching the short, brown haired girl named Laura take another step towards the Puerto Rican boy in the seat, a rueful gleam lit up his weathered face.

Luis Quinonis was barely 20 years old and had been in prison for just over 6 months. Corliss was there the day the 5 foot 7 inch, 160 pound youngster walked through the prison gates for the first time and he remembered openly wondering, along with his fellow guards, just how long such a mousy looking kid could last in such a cruel environment.

If anything, Luis was a survivor. From a broken home, he had fallen in with a gang when he was 13 but eventually he learned that loyalty he paid for security would cut both ways. He was arrested with several of his fellow gang members for a series of burglaries in the area, but being the youngest and certainly not the brains of the operation, Luis made an easy fall guy for the ring. During the interrogations, Luis did what he thought he should do, keep his mouth shut, but unfortunately his more wily mates had already rehearsed their story if they ever got caught. They each concisely pinned the bulk of the guilt on Luis. A story the hired public defender didn't really have the will to poke holes through.

Knowing that ratting on his friends would be more of a death penalty than anything the criminal justice system could throw at him, Luis wisely decided to just take the fall and do his time.

With the increasing abundance of Hispanics in the South Carolina penal system, Luis didn't have a problem finding a support group to keep him safe and the proverbial runt of the litter had it pretty good, all things considered. In fact, of the four inmates sitting on the bus, Corliss knew Luis was the only one of the group still young enough to ever make anything of himself once his time was up.

So in that way, Corliss was happy to see little Luis getting to experience some female companionship. On the other hand, Corliss also worried mightily what the poor girl who was approaching him might be in for. His grayish blue eyes staring up at the mirror with cold blooded fascination, Corliss watched Laura, knowing what she'd soon see.

Like many of the guards, Corliss took his turn on occasion monitoring the inmates as they showered, just to make sure nothing broke out or got out of hand when men were most vulnerable. It certainly wasn't one of Corliss' more enjoyable parts of the job. Seeing a bunch of wet, hairy asses and flabby tattooed flesh did nothing for him. But from the first day Luis stripped down in the prison shower, a buzz had quickly spread not only through the prison population, but the guards' quarters as well.

Like most reasonable sized samples of men, most of the inmates fell on the normal bell curve of endowment. Corliss had witnessed some pretty big ones, some embarrassingly small ones, but most were close to average. From the first day Luis had stripped down and entered the shower however, whispers began spreading quickly across the prison yard about the prodigious, almost cartoonish, gift the slender and slight Puerto Rican boy had been blessed with.

Even when limp, Luis' organ hung low and swung like a sausage sized pendulum between his legs. The shaft of it was marbled with a gnarled web of veins that caused most anyone to stop in their tracks the first time they saw it. Wrist thick from it's base all the way to the brownish tan neck, the spongy head of it sat on top, as big as the young boy's balled up fist.

Corliss often cringed when he imagined Luis using that thing on an unsuspecting girl and several times he'd joked with his co-workers that maybe it was a good thing Luis was in jail, safely away from the female population of the world.

Watching in his mirror as Laura approached Luis, Corliss shook his head wondering how the petite college girl would react when she saw what was waiting inside his pants.

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Laura soon discovered what Corliss, along with the other guards and inmates, had been wondering about. Her senses had been so consumed by everything unfolding around her, Laura hadn't really taken the time to study the young man sprawled out in front of her. If she had, she would have clearly seen the oblong protrusion growing along the inner right thigh of the inmates' loose fitting orange jumpsuit.

Anxiousness, arousal and disbelief intertwined themselves inside Luis' body, but as he had learned to do during his difficult upbringing, on the outside he remained cool and aloof. He could feel his head throb as all the blood inside him seemed to rush to his groin. It had been so long without a female's touch, Luis like Rich worried he'd splatter the boiling contents of his lust all himself before the college girl had even got his cock out of his pants.

Tightening the grip on the top of the seat, Luis tried to make himself comfortable while at the same time parting his legs enough to give Laura access to his crotch. Goosebumps sizzled quickly across his darkly tanned flesh the instant Laura's body grazed his for the first time.

Once she was close enough that Luis' could look down and see the soul in Laura's eyes, he ached to memorize her reaction when she finally saw for herself what he was waiting to give her. Using his left hand that rested in his lap, Luis' smudgy pawed at the erection inside his pants until Laura's sleepy, distant eyes suddenly brimmed with life.

Even with his limited sexual experience, Luis' loved the look of first recognition on a girl's face when she got an inkling of what rested between his legs. Lowering his right hand off the top of the seat, Luis brushed it through Laura's hair, the cool chain of his restraints rubbing the side of her cheek and ear each time he petted her.

By then his manhood had swollen two thirds the way down his leg and in the baited breath silence surrounding him, Luis swore he could hear Laura's heartbeat quicken as he pulled her down on top of him.

"Take it out," Luis looked down and told Laura in his best broken English.

Scooting his crotch upwards slightly, everything seemed to happen in slow motion for Luis as the young girl's tiny fingers crept closer to his fly. None of the men watching truly believed it was really happening until they saw the fabric of Luis' prison issue pants part when Laura began to unzip them.

Peering over the seat from behind, Rich looked down with an exhausted, evil grin.

"Yeah...take it out...you're going to be in for the surprise of your life Little Girl," he mouthed down to Laura before looking up to gauge the reaction of the other inmates and guards looking on.

Butterflies danced madly through Luis' body as Laura's weight came to rest on top of him. Looking down at the erect log inside his pants, Luis could see Laura's fingers working under the fabric until her entire hand had disappeared at a crazy angle inside his fly. A gushing sigh sizzled from Luis' lips when he felt her soft fingertips sweep across, then descended down the flesh of his swollen manhood.

"You're gonna need to use your whole hand to pull that thing out," Rich taunted from behind, stroking his own cock back to life as he looked down at Laura struggle to free Luis' mighty club.

As repulsed as every moral fiber in Laura's conscious being was, a primal fixation had taken over and she couldn't tear her gaze away from the lap of the seated inmate and the way her hand struggled under his pants. Corkscrewing her wrist even further into his unzipped fly, Laura swayed on her knees as she bent down on top of Luis, trying to wrap her fingers, as well as her mind, around what was pulsing against her palm.

Luis visibly shuddered and flinched in the seat when he felt Laura's hand extend around his throbbing wand. Despite his blessed endowment, Luis didn't have a lot of direct experience with women. Even though he had fooled around with several of the local Puerto Rican girls he grew up near, once they had discovered his gift and gossiped with their friends, Luis became more of a sideshow novelty with girls wanting to see it rather than actually doing anything with it.

As with any guy, Luis appreciated the cache it brought, but even though most of the other guys he knew thought he was scoring all the time, in reality Luis was getting very little direct contact. Once he joined the gang, on several occasions the gang elders would use Luis, and his cock, as one of the initiation rituals for the girls to overcome if they wanted to join the group. Sort of a carnal escapade in front of everybody else to show just how sexually adept and flexible they could be under such extreme circumstances.

Even without a wealth of direct penetration experience, Luis did savor those visceral moments when a girl would first come to realize the gift that rested between his legs. Despite his lack of height and staggered lot in life, these were the few times where Luis actually felt like a man in the world.

Being able to watch a lily white, rich college girl slip her hand into his pants and pull his cock out was something completely off the charts for him. Focusing intently on every facial tick and eye movement Laura made, Luis knew this would be a memory he'd carry with him for the rest of his life.

Luis knew he probably wouldn't get a chance to actually fuck the girl kneeling before him. The situation was too awkward and he knew he'd probably tear the poor girl to shreds if he'd try to rush it. Not that he wouldn't blow his load too quickly anyway as riled up as he already was. He could already feel his cum sloshing inside his heavy balls as Laura's soft, tentative fingers tapped his shaft and Luis prayed she'd be able to get it all the way out before it exploded.

By the time Luis looked down and saw the expression of morbid wonder on Laura's face, a drenching wave of adrenaline was burning through his system. A low moan leapt from Luis' chest when he watched Laura struggled to remove his beastlike manhood through the opening of his fly. With it finally freed, Luis' cock stood erect, like a rigid and seething brown pole rising from his groin, with the young girl's tiny pale fingers barely encircling it.

"Uh.....Ma...Gawd.....," Laura voice trailed off when she finally saw Luis' unsheathed beast.

By then, all the inmates and three of the guards had moved in for a closer look as Luis' cock teemed with life between Laura's fingers. What none of them realized was that the two other girls who remained up front had fallen in behind the assembled group to watch as well.

The smell of Luis' masculine scent overwhelmed Laura's senses as she knelt there, her eyes glassy and dazed as she tried to quantify what she held in her hand. The weight of it was tangible and the thing seemed to have a presence of it's own as she caressed it. Without the strength, or want, to resist, when Luis put his hand on the back of her head, she allowed him to push her face down on top of his groin until her lips were flush against his dick.

Laura quivered when she felt his cock pulse and jerk with life. She could feel the texture of the labyrinth of veins that crisscrossed under the surface of his stretched penile flesh and within a few seconds, Laura's tongue had slipped from her mouth and she was tracing slow, intricate patterns with it over every inch of his jutting shaft.

So intensely focused on the task at hand, Laura had muted out the whispers and sighs of wonderment of the men surrounding her. With her own limited sexual experience, she estimated that Luis' cock was as big as all the other cocks she'd ever been with put together. The head of it felt as big as a racquetball bouncing against the side of her cheek and head as she bathed it completely with her warm saliva.

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Steve stood several feet behind Laura, who was kneeling with her back to him in front of Luis' seat, worshiping the young man's cock.

He, Donnie, and Dwayne watched on along with the three other inmates as the petite college junior worked her lips and tongue all over the Puerto Rican inmates' virile girth. Even Winston, who had the tall girl named Emily sitting with him in his seat, couldn't help stealing an occasion glance over at the coupling directly to his left.

Even though Steve had his dick sucked raw by Renee a little earlier behind the bus, he could feel his prick re-energized, pressing painfully at the inside of his slacks as he watched Laura try to manage Luis' cock. Steve knew he wasn't the only one either from the way his co-workers shifted their stance every few seconds.