The sergeant reads off the list of prisoners. All these men are being transferred to the Cold Spring State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Seven men. Seven insane prisoners. You are glad they will be secured behind bars and chained to the frame of the transfer bus.
You and your partner look at each other. You and Steve have been seeing each other secretly. It's against department policy and you both know that. The State Police would transfer him out of the area if anyone found out.
The prison sergeant marches the soldiers into the transfer bus one at a time. Armed guards make certain no other prisoners can enter. One at a time he chains them to a bar running down the center of the vehicle.
The sergeant hands you the keys to the manacles and wishes you a safe and uneventful ride.
The two of you climb into the front of the bus, safely separated from the prisoners. Steve starts the vehicle and throws it into gear. You quickly leave the prison behind.
Steve decides to take some back roads, more scenic and the transfer detail is all day so who cares if you waste time?
You are driving down an old rural highway on a long banking turn when Steve suddenly loses control. The bus slides off the road, rolling. You are tossed around like a rag doll. Through one of the windows, you can see an old tree, a huge one, fast approaching. You close your eyes. You feel and hear the impact.
Your senses tell you that you are lying on grass. You can smell diesel fuel. Oh, yes the accident. You open your eyes, staring straight up. The first thing you see is two of the prisoners smiling down at you.
Instinctively, you reach for your sidearm. One of the prisoners, a large, bald black man, points a Glock 9mm at you. "Looking for this, sweet cheeks?" he laughs.
You move quickly to get up, but the presence of the barrel at the back of your skull slows you down. "Easy there sweet cheeks."
You stand, hands up. "Where is Steve, the other officer? And the other prisoners?"
"Stan and Leroy ate the tree. Toby ain't in real good shape." You look over at the remains of the bus, not pretty. Ripped in half, right through the prisoner compartment. It ocurs to you that he never answered you about Steve.
"Where's the other officer?"
"Oh, the cop is ok. He's cuffed over there."
You turn and look in the direction that he indicates. You see Steve with his hands cuffed behind his back and pants around his ankles. He is still unconscious, but there is another prisoner standing near him holding Steve's pistol.
"Since we've got some time, sweet cheeks, why don't you do a little dance and strip for us?"
"Fuck you."
"Oh, an invitation, don't mind if I do! Rabbit, cuff the bitch."
The other prisoner standing near you lunges for you. You sidestep and apply a knee to his stomach. He goes down gulping air.
"Rabbit, you always were the bitch." The big guy steps forward, you drop to a fighting stance, ready to go for his balls. In a motion so fast, you aren't even certain you saw it, his big hand whips out and slaps you. It rings your bell and you go down seeing stars. You shake your head, clearing it, but before you can regain your feet, he's got one hand in your cuffs and is forcing the other hand behind your back. SNICK. You are now handcuffed. Just like they should be.
He grabs the bun you keep your hair in during duty hours and hauls you to your feet. Rabbit is getting up now too. "Bitch!" he pants. You kick him in the stomach out of spite. You will probably regret it later, you know, but hey, Rabbit's the bitch.
Baldy reaches out and rips open your uniform. Buttons fly off to land hidden in the grass. Your badge falls from the ruined shirt. The symbol of your authority, cast down.
With little apparent effort, he shreds the remains of your shirt and bra with his bare hands, leaving you naked from the waist up. A cool breeze blows through the trees. Your nipples grow hard.
He unfastens your trousers. You twist and turn, but don't offer too much resistance. The idle slap he gave you and the effortless destruction of your clothing is more than enough demonstration of his physical power.
The pants come down, panties with them. He pushes you down in the grass and pulls off your shoes. Your pants follow. Some part of your brain finds it humorous that you are naked in the grass... except your socks are still on.
"Nice bod, bitch. Just so's you know, it's gonna get used hard!" He walks to the prisoner watching Steve and hands the pistol to him. As he returns to you, he begins stripping the prison coveralls off. He's a huge powerful man. His shoes come off and the coveralls are left in the grass. Rabbit, sitting a few yards away, just laughs.
You can see the bulge in his boxers. It's massive. He stands next to you and smiles. "I ain't had no pussy in sixteen months. Been saving it all for you, sweet cheeks."
"That's not what you said the other night, Kingpin!", Rabbit claims.
"Shut up, bitch."
Kingpin straddles you. He rubs his cock over your face. It's starting to get hard. Shit! it must be ten or twelve inches long and as thick as your wrist!
"Open up sweet cheeks. I know you gonna be dry when I plug you up and I want it to go in. The drier it is the more it hurt you." You know he's right, but your pride won't let you be an accomplice to your own rape.
You can feel his muscular thighs on your breasts. They are hard. He does have a fantastic body. WHAT? Why are you thinking this??
Kingpin grabs your face and forces your mouth open with pressure on your cheeks. He starts to bring his cock to your mouth. "You bite and you'll feel more pain that you ever imagined, ok, sweet cheeks?"
Without waiting for an answer, the head of his cock slides into your mouth. The big velvety head rests just on the tip of your tongue. Damn the cock is fat. Your mouth is already stretched just accepting that! He starts humping forward. It begins penetrating your mouth, deeper, a little bit at a time. After a few minutes, he's stroking close to half the length in and out of your face. You struggle to keep your teeth off it, not wanting to rouse his ire.
Something about it turns you on though. Maybe it's the legs against your breasts, your hard nipples stimulated by the coarse hair on his legs. Maybe it's his heavy, low-hanging balls that are stroking your chest between your breasts as he pumps his cock in and out of your mouth?
You can feel your pussy moistening... God no.
He starts face-raping you more violently. He forces his cock deeper, you can feel it hit the back of your throat. You try to suppress your gag reflex by swallowing. Air is in short supply as his meaty cock blocks your airway.
"Yeah, sweet cheeks, swallow my cock, work that throat!" Before you realize it, your nose is buried in his short crinkly pubic hair. He's managed to force you to deep throat him. It's coming at a price though. You can't breath.
Your vision starts to narrow, you know you are going to pass out from oxygen deprivation. You hear him start moaning "Ooooh, yeeaaahh, here it comes, sweet cheeks! Keep swallowing!" You do as he commands, knowing that it will fill your throat and may get into your lungs if you don't!
You can feel his shaft pulsing in your mouth, the warm fluid traveling down it to erupt into your throat where it is carried to your waiting stomach.
Your vision goes dark as he continues to pump his seed into your stomach, you can still hear, though there is a ringing in your ears.
Finally he pulls his penis from you. You gasp in air, nearly hyperventilating. The world rushes back and you feel... aroused. You feel like you are practically ready to cum!
