“You should try her mouth, bro,” Zion grinned.
And after a few minutes of being pounded back and forth, Ellie was relieved when he said: “Fuck it, I will.”
And then with a moan, she felt herself emptied from behind, as Malik pulled his straining cock from her sloppy depths. Zion crossed from one side of the table to another, and Malik suddenly appeared presenting his huge, throbbing cock to her.
Ellie’s nose wrinkled.
It was glistening and dripping, with the mixed cum of the two men who’d gone previously, and with her own juices.
But Malik didn’t seem to care.
“Open your fucking mouth, slut.”
And Ellie didn’t have any choice, because at that moment Zion kicked open her legs and shoved his cock roughly into her from behind.
Ellie’s cry of “Aiiie” ended with a “mmmmpgh!” Malik shoved his cock between her lips and grabbed the back of her head to keep it there.
“Mmmmph! Mmmpgh!”
The two brothers fucked her gleefully, skewering her from one end with an enormous cock, then impaling her from the other. Back and forth the table rocked, and Ellie gripped the edge to steady herself as she was ravished fore and aft.
“I’m gonna cum,” Zion eventually announced, as he pounded her from behind. “Awww, shit.”
“Me too,” Malik reached over and fist-bumped him.
“Let’s paint the bitch.”
And as they said that, Ellie suddenly felt herself emptied.
Malik pulled his cock from her mouth, and frantically started jerking it off in front of her. Behind her, ion pulled his cock from her cum-dripping pussy and did the same.
And as Ellie gasped and chocked for breath, they came.
“Here, bitch,” Malik grinned, as he jerked his cock off and it spurted right in Ellie’s face. “I’ve been saving that load up for weeks.” She coughed and spluttered as hot ropes of sticky cum plastered her lips and chin.
And behind her, Zion jerked himself off onto her ass. Her tight, pale ass-cheeks were splattered with hot spurts of cum – a deluge of it, which dribbled down her cheeks and into the crack of her ass.
Finally, after jerking every drop of cum from their cocks as they could, Malik and Zion staggered back and left Ellie lying on the table.
She gasped for breath, and lay there helplessly – filled and dripping with cum. She couldn’t imagine feeling any more used or humiliated.
And then she heard Andre’s deep voice.
“It’s my turn?”
Chapter Thirteen
“Damn, bro,” Mike whistled as Andre’s shadow fell across Ellie’s back. “You’re gonna split the bitch in half.”
“Aww, man,” Malik whistled, “don’t hurt her!”
Ellie whimpered, and looked over her bare shoulder at the man approaching her from behind. He was stroking a straining hard-on that looked like it was as thick and long as the average guy’s forearm.
“Hold her down,” Vladimir suddenly grabbed Ellie’s arms, and stretched her out across the table. “Spread her legs, boys.”
Malik and Zion each grabbed one of Ellie’s ankles, and wrenched her thighs apart; exposing her cum-filled, freshly-fucked pussy to Andre and his gigantic cock.
She felt the heat of his bare thighs against her skin, as he stepped between her legs. Then she felt the hard, insistent heat of his swollen cock, as he nuzzled it between her pussy lips.
She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.
Andre thrust.
Three loads of cum and her own arousal served as lubrication. It was enough for the swollen, fist-sized head of his cock to pop inside her tight pussy, and then sink deeper and deeper inside.
Ellie wailed. It was like she was being split in two. Not painful so much as intense – like she was suddenly being impaled on something as thick, knotted and unyielding as the branch of an ancient oak tree.
“Aww, fuck,” she heard voices behind her. It was Mike. “Damn, look at the bitch take it!”
“Aaaaa!” Ellie cried, as Andre bottomed out inside of her. She’d run out of pussy before he’d run out of cock.
That didn’t stop him, though. As she lay pinned to the table, Andre put one enormous hand in the small of her back, and began to thrust.
In and out moved that enormous cock inside of her – back and forth, stimulating her in places she didn’t even know she had nerve endings. On each inward thrust, Andrew sunk an inch deeper – and every time he did, it was like an oversized finger pressing on her quivering g-spot; driving her to orgasm.
“Awww,the bitch is gonna cum,” Malik grinned.
“Wait, wait,” it was Raymond, stepping up to the edge of the table. “Flip her over.”
And so they did. Grabbing her wrists and ankles, the five men pulled her off Andre’s enormous cock – making her whimper as her stretched pussy was suddenly left empty and dripping.
And then Ellie was rolled onto her back, and Malik and Zion once again stretched out her ankles, while Vladimir grabbed her wrists and pulled them tight above her head.
Ellie lifted her head.
From this angle, she could watch Andrew step between her thighs, and grab the base of his impossibly huge cock. She could watch it as he rubbed the swollen, fist-sized head up and down, between the lips of her pussy. And then she could see it as he thrust his dick inside.
“Oooooh, GOD!” Ellie threw back her head and wailed, as she was stretched and filled a second time. For a moment she hung there, feeling inch after inch of Andre’s thickness disappear inside of her. Then she cranked her head up, and saw it for herself: The big, black cock disappearing into her tight, white pussy like it was a magic trick.
And then he began to thrust again.
And this time, Raymond Slater reached over and started rubbing Ellie’s clit at the same time.
“Wowowow!” Her back arched as she felt Ray’s fingers rub her throbbing nub. He was using the rivulets of cum running down her thighs as lube, and that meant he could tease her clitoris between the pads of his fingers in a slick, inexorable rhythm.
“Oh, year,” Mike stepped up, and started to pinch Ellie’s tiny pink nipples as she lay stretched across the table. “That’s it. Make the bitch cum! Make her cum on that fucking monster cock!”
And slowly but surely, they drove her closer to an involuntary orgasm.
Ellie squirmed, and moaned, and groaned, and felt her whole body shudder and tremble. And then she felt Andre’s cock swell inside her – even thicker, if that was possible – and the big man groaned.
“I-I’m gonna cum…”
And he did.
Like a cannonade, he exploded inside Ellie’s tight pussy; flooding her with jets of powerful, burning cum.
She wailed, as the spurts of cum pounded her g-spot, and that tipped her over the edge into orgasm. Her whole body shuddered as she surrendered to the sensation; relishing – just for a moment – the feeling of being a warm, tight, wet human receptacle for a powerful man’s cum.
And then, it was over.
Ellie flopped to the table, covered in sweat and cum. Her hair was plastered to her face. Her chest was heaving. She was struggling to breath.
Balls drained, Andre pulled his softening cock from her tight depths; and as he did so it was like popping cork on a bottle of champagne. Cum gushed from Ellie’s plundered pussy; down the crack of her ass and onto the floor below.
“T-that,” Andrew wiped his brow, and scratched his thick, flaccid cock, “was good.”
Ellie just whimpered – barely conscious, and fucked to within an inch of her life.
Chapter Fourteen
It was some time later before Ellie even became responsive.
Somebody had dragged the old blanket off the piano in the corner of the chapel, and wrapped it around her shoulders. Then they’d lifted her off the table and placed her in a heap in the corner, as she slowly came back down to earth.
She found herself naked, and sticky, and sore – wra
pped in nothing but a scratchy old blanket in the middle of a chilly prison chapel.
“Yo,” it was Mike, back in his prison jumpsuit.
Ellie’s head shot up and her eyes widened. She looked like a frightened rabbit.
“Yo, yo,” Mike held up his hands. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Ellie pulled the blanket around herself tighter, and snapped back “It’s a little late for that!”
Mike settled down beside her on the cold concrete floor, and offered: “You’re still alive, ain’t ya?” He jerked his thumb towards the door. “If you’d been left to the animals out there, you’d still be on your back with your legs in the air – if you were lucky.”
Ellie sniffed derisively.
“Well, listen,” Mike shrugged. “This dissertation you’re writing.”
Ellie shuddered. In all that had happened, she’d forgotten what had brought her to this dismal and dangerous jail in the first place. That goddamn dissertation.
She looked across the dark chapel, towards her laptop and tape recorder – lying on the floor, where they’d been thrown when she was hauled across the table.
“I’ll tell you what, Princess,” Mike told her. “I can’t change what happened – but maybe I can make it worth your while.”
Ellie just stared at him. Was he fucking serious?
“You know how the prison system works, lady?”
Ellie blinked.
“Do you?” Mike insisted.
“I-I… I guess.” Ellie shrugged. “I mean, I was studying the effect on prisoners, not how prisons are run.”
“Well, let me tell you,” Mike leaned forward. “Prisons in America are fucking bankroll, lady. They’re run by private companies. For profit.”
Ellie listened.
“The company that runs the prisons? They get paid by the government for each prisoner they have. And they cut corners on feeding them, and housing them, and giving them medical attention, so that they make fucking bank on each one.”
He leaned closer.
“You know what we are to the fucking assholes who run this place? The prisoners?” He narrowed his eyes. “We’re fucking cattle. They herd us in here, cram us up cheek to fucking jowl, and then sit back and count their money.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Ellie asked.
“Because you see those two kids over there?” He pointed towards Malik and Zion, who were dozing in the corner. “That’s why they ended up in here.”
Mike reached over and grabbed Ellie’s hand.
“The governor of this place gets paid for how many prisoners he crams into this place,” he told her. “So he’s out to get as many as he can. And you know how he does that?”
Ellie said nothing.
“He bribes the judges. He finds judges ruling on cases like those boys over there, and he gives those assholes a kickback to send the kids to jail. Malik? Zion? As it said on your fucking profile sheets, they’re non-violent offenders. They should have been doing community service, or been on parole.”
Mike squeezed her hand.
“But because he was getting paid for it, the judge sent ‘em to jail instead. And the judge makes bank. And the fucking governor makes bank. And my two boys over there?”
Mike shook his head.
“Their lives are ruined.”
He squeezed Ellie’s hand again.
“You said you wanted to know how prison affects reoffending rates… Well, this is the fucking ground zero, sweetheart. Those are good kids, and they might have made good on their lives. But now they’re fucking felons, with five years in jail on their records, and the only way they’re gonna be able to able to put food on the table is to hustle drugs, or run with the gangbangers.”
Mike narrowed his eyes.
“Prison doesn’t make these kids more likely to reoffend. It makes the more likely to offend. This isn’t a penitentiary. It’s a fucking factory for felons.”
Ellie’s eyes widened.
“I-is this true?”
“It’s not just true, princess. This is the fucking hotbed. Governor Voorhees? He spends more bribing judges than he does feeding his prisoners. He buses kids like Malik and Zion into this place every day. He takes these young, black kids and turns them into cattle.”
“C-can you prove any of this?”
“No,” Mike told her.
Ellie sighed. What had sounded like the story of a lifetime – worthy of a Pulitzer, rather than just her graduate dissertation – was a dead end without any proof. She’d receive a lawsuit for defamation and libel before she earned a passing grade.
But then Mike smiled.
“I can’t prove any of this,” he told her. “But you can.”
“W-what do you mean?”
“When this riot’s over, Governor Voorhees is going to tear this place apart to find you. When he does, he’s gonna take you to the office and plead with you not to report what happened.”
Mike leaned forward.
“You’ve got a tape recorder, Sweetheart. Confront him. Get him on record. Then get the story out there and make the son-of-a-bitch pay.”
Ellie blinked. “Are you serious?”
“It needs to be done,” Mike snapped. “And I don’t have any proof. And even if I did, you think the media would listen to a fucking convict?”
He squeezed Ellie’s hand again.
“You want what happened to mean anything? Then use this opportunity to do something about it.” Mike looked Ellie intently in the eye. “When Governor Voorhees calls you into his office, get the son-of-a-bitch on record, and tear this thing wide open.”
Ellie stared at him in disbelief.
After all that had happened, did he really expect her to just pick back up? Open up her laptop and start typing like nothing had happened?
But then again, what else could she do?
Sit here in a naked, sore, miserable heap? Slink back to Williamsburg like a ruined woman?
She sniffed.
Fuck that.
What had happened had happened. But when she’d driven to Kingston Correctional Facility that morning, she’d wanted to make things better by exposing how unfair the American prison system was to non-violent offenders. She’d be doing herself a disservice if she didn’t still work to do that, now this opportunity had landed in her lap.
She looked up at Mike, and narrowed her eyes.
“Pass me my tape recorder,” she snapped.
Chapter Fifteen
The riot lasted less than a day.
SWAT teams from the local township arrived with water cannons and tear gas, and by the end of the afternoon order had been restored to the jail.
Governor Voorhees, in a bulletproof vest and clutching a Remington shotgun, personally toured the facility and looked over the damages.
“Kitchen’s out of action for a while,” he growled, as he was shown the spot where the initial explosion had gone off. “Guess these fuckers will be eating cold soup and stale bread for a couple of weeks.”
After the most violent criminals had been locked back up, and the three dead inmates had been removed, the guards stormed the chapel – and found the six non-violent prisoners sitting quietly in the corner, waiting for them to arrive.
“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” Mike held up his hands as soon as the doors to the chapel burst in. “We’re not resisting! We’re not resisting!”
Guards with shotguns surveyed the area.
Two things almost had them pulling the triggers.
First there was Ellie – still wrapped in a blanket, curled in the corner with a tear-streaked face and clammy hair.
Then there was Charlie, the guard – who was still cuffed wrist and ankle, and moaning incoherently on the floor.
Governor Voorhees strode in after the guards had surveyed the area.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he shook his head. “You two,” he snapped at two of the guards, “make sure Charlie’s okay, and take him to the infirmary.” He turned to the oth
er guards. “Get these six prisoners back in their cells – and if any of them suffer any ‘unexplained’ bruises or contusions on the way, I can guarantee there won’t be any repercussions.”
“Hey! That’s bullshit! We’re not resis-ARRGH!” Zion was the first to experience the Governor’s wrath, as a shotgun-wielding guard clubbed him over the head.
Moments later the chapel was empty, except for Governor Voorhees and two more of his guards.
The Governor’s boots clomped across the bare concrete floor. He stood towering over Ellie; peering down at the distressed girl with a look of absolute contempt on his face.
“So, the Governor sneered, looking down at her. “I warned you about sashaying that sexy little ass of yours in front of my inmates – even the so-called “non-violent” ones.” He knelt down on his haunches, and stared into Ellie’s wide, frightened eyes. “Looks like they made good use of you.”
Ellie said nothing. She just pulled the blanket up higher, to cover her bare body from his leering gaze.
“You okay?” The Governor eventually asked, although he really didn’t sound like he gave much of a fuck what the answer was. “You need to see a doctor?”
Ellie sniffed.
“N-no,” she replied.
“Good,” he nodded. “Now find your clothes and report to my office. We need to talk about what happened.”
And with that, he stood up and walked away – not giving the naked girl another glance.
One of the guards remained, watching her.
For a moment, Ellie just lay huddled in the blanket – too self-conscious to move. But when she realized that the guard wasn’t going to give her any privacy, she took a deep breath and clambered to her unsteady feet.
Barefoot, she crossed the room and found her tattered blouse. Her skirt was down the back of the piano. Her panties were missing – but her bra was hanging on the corner of a crucifix hanging off the chapel wall.
Despite the tears, she was able to fashion them back into a respectable outfit – and ignoring the hungry gaze of the lecherous guard, she dropped the blanket and, totally naked, stepped into her clothes.
She felt disgusting a grimy. Dried cum was caked to her thighs and on her face and in her hair. She was covered with sweat, and dirt, and dust. Her clothes were wrinkled, and torn, and filthy.
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