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Jail Time Fun
by Doghead_2000 (doghead_2000@dizzydoggie.org)

***

During a prison riot, thirty of us convicts were 
trapped in the shower block with four guards, three 
females and one male. The male guard should have never 
set us off by striking one of the cons. (M+/F+, MM, nc, 
rp, v, bd, enama)

***

This story is total fantasy. The author does not 
condone any form of violence towards women in any form 
whatsoever. All women should be treated with the utmost 
courtesy that they deserve as our mothers, wives, 
girlfriends and friends. They are not the weakest sex 
as is often portrayed, but they certainly are the 
fairer sex. Where would we be without them? Treat them 
like Angels and Princesses at all times, they deserve 
it.

***

Things in the jail had been building up to a head for a 
long time, due to the conditions enforced on us as a 
result of over crowding. The State Board had kept 
promising to alleviate the problems, but nothing was 
ever done about it. So in the meantime we Cons were 
being forced to double up on our cell space, and spent 
the majority of our days locked up in our cells without 
exercise or recreation, because the limited number of 
guards could not cope with the numbers of prisoners, 
even meal times were now done on a sort of rotation.

Another result of the problem was that female guards 
had started to be used for jobs that where always 
reserved for the men, such as taking us to the shower 
blocks, or on the rare occasions that we got the 
chance, to the exercise yards and outdoor gym. Now you 
may think that hardened criminals like us would take 
this in our stride, but even we would get pissed off, 
to have some butch female guard staring at us in the 
open communal showers, giggling and pointing at our 
nakedness to her mate. 

It was even worst in the toilet block, to be sitting 
there having a crap in the open fronted cubicles with 
your trousers around your ankles, and have a female 
guard walk up in front of you and stare as you wiped 
your arse. Needless to say tempers were building up to 
boiling point and fights and squabbles were breaking 
out all the time between the cons.

I was in the shower block with about thirty other cons 
when the riot broke out in the main dinning hall. What 
started it, we never did find out, but it probably 
started as a result of something trivial. When the 
sirens sounded the automatic lock-up system went into 
action and all the electrically operated metal doors 
sealed shut, closing off all the individual cells, and 
blocking off the various sections of the wing into 
sealed small units.

The shower block that we were in was at the rear of the 
wing with only one entrance via a corridor leading into 
the main wing, this corridor had been sealed tight by 
one of the doors, trapping us in the block with our 
four guards.

Our guards, one male and three females were obviously 
in a state of panic when they realised that they were 
trapped in the block with thirty naked men. Their only 
means of defence was the long nightsticks that they 
carried on their belts. Immediately they grouped 
together near the door and drew their sticks. 

Now things would have probably have remained calm if 
the male guard had not struck out at one of the cons 
who was standing near the door at the time, to get him 
out of the way. As he struck the guy in the guts hard 
with his nightstick, we surged forwards and swamped the 
four guards by shear weight of numbers.

While we sat on the guards and restrained them, some of 
the cons used towels and face flannels to bind and gag 
the unlucky four individuals. They were secured and 
hogtied with their arms and legs together behind their 
backs on the floor before we got off of them, and 
reviewed our position.

We did not know what was happening in the rest of the 
prison, but with the automatic lock down in force, we 
were aware that something major had occurred. If the 
incident had been only minor they would have quickly 
drafted in extra guards from the other wings to deal 
with the situation and got all prisoners back to their 
cells before initiating a lock down. We were aware also 
that our position, segregated at the rear of the wing, 
would mean that any trouble in the rest of the wing 
would have to be dealt with before we could be reached 
and released. So it looked as if we were going to be 
there for a very long time.

A couple of the really hard cases who were mates of the 
con who had been struck by the male guard, started to 
kick out at the man on the floor with their bare feet. 
And we had to hold them back before they seriously 
injured the guard. We were getting more and more aware 
of our position, and that we were in deep shit. Not 
only had we jumped the guards and disarmed them, one of 
them had now been seriously assaulted. 

With the system the way it was, we would all be held 
fully accountable for anything that happened in the 
room, regardless of our individual actions, any chance 
of remission or early release had already been blown 
out of the window as far as we were concerned.

So there we were, thirty frustrated naked men locked in 
a tiled shower room with three women and a man prisoner 
in tight fitting officers uniforms, and of course, 
nothing to lose. At first the cons started to whisper 
comments back and forth as to our situation and what to 
do about it. Then the whispers turned to arguments and 
loud discussions. We were all aware that things were 
about to get interesting to say the least. 

Then as if by mutual agreement some of the men crossed 
over to one of the female guards and dragged her over 
to the showers, leaving her gag in place, they undid 
her bonds and hauled her up on her feet and stretched 
out her arms above her head. Using towels torn into 
strips they tied her wrists to two of the pipes coming 
out of the walls to the showerheads. Thus she was 
suspended in the air with her arms outstretched and her 
feet a few inches off the ground, a towel was tied 
around her ankles to keep her legs together and help 
stop her struggling form from kicking out.

As the men returned to grab another girl, we all 
started to move and all three of the other prisoners 
were dragged over and suspended from the showers in the 
same way. The guards made an interesting sight, hanging 
there in their tight fitting tailored kaki uniforms 
with sewn in creases.  Their uniforms consisted of a 
short-sleeved shirt and matching slacks, this was set 
off by the thick brown leather belt at their waists, 
which contained the loops for their nightsticks and a 
pouch containing a pair of handcuffs. 

The body contours of their legs, arses and chests were 
clearly visible, especially on the three females. All 
four guards must have been in their mid twenties with 
athletic looking bodies, probably as a result of the 
fitness regime that they have to follow as part of 
their job training.

One of the cons stepped forward and started to run his 
hands over the legs and buttocks of one of the females, 
who tried to use her tied feet to kick out at him as 
she screamed muffled abuse into her gag. Stepping 
behind her, he reached around her waist and undid her 
belt buckle. 

We all stood fascinated as he dropped her slacks down 
her shapely legs to reveal a small pair of red knickers 
covering her muff. Once her slacks were around her 
ankles, he grabbed her knickers on both sides and with 
a violent yank torn them away from her body to expose 
her neatly trimmed blonde pussy to our gaze. Giving the 
girl's rump a gentle slap, which made her wince and 
buck on her restraints, he stepped behind the second 
female guard.

Again he reached around and dropped the girl slacks, 
this time to reveal a minute white G-string, just about 
covering her love box. With another quick yank of the 
flimsy material, they fluttered to the floor to reveal 
a completely shaven muff box. We could just make out 
the line of her crack, and the start of her pussy lips 
between her legs, thanks to the lack of pubic hair, 
even more so as the man also slapped her on the butt, 
and she thrust her hips forwards to get away from the 
stinging blow.

He then stepped behind the third female, who was 
thrashing about on her restraints, as she knew what was 
about to happen to her. Like the others, he reached 
around and dropped her slacks down her legs to reveal a 
big brown hairy muff. This young lady wasn't wearing 
any undergarments to cover herself. The man delivered a 
couple of smart smacks to her derriere as a result, as 
a thank-you. Having debagged all the women to our gaze, 
the man then crossed back over to where we were 
standing in front of the girls, to join us in admiring 
the view.

Now as you probably know, it takes all sorts to make up 
a prison community, and while we were admiring the 
lovely girls in front of us, one of the other men 
stepped forwards and debagged the male guard as well, 
ripping off his Y-fronts and giving him a quick slap 
across his buttocks after first giving the lad a quick 
grope of his arse cheeks. The guard had been watching 
us debag the girls, and his semi-hard on was clearly 
visible dangling between his legs. It seemed as if the 
three girls also noticed this point (well semi point to 
be more precise).

Well by this time, there wasn't a single prisoner in 
the room without a raging hard on, This must have been 
terrifying to the four captive guards, to see all us 
naked men in front of their semi nude forms, stonking 
great swollen cocks in our hands, and the look of shear 
lust in our eyes. It wasn't just the girls who were 
getting the looks, and the male guard was equally 
panicking at the situation.

As one we all moved forwards and started groping the 
guards, squeezing handfuls of exposed flesh and sliding 
our fingers into intimate places for a feel, all four 
were struggling and shouting obscenities into their 
gags as we probed every part of their bodies. Their 
shirts were torn open and thrown back over their 
shoulders, bra's torn off to give us access to their 
breasts and chests. There weren't any parts that had 
not felt our probing fingers, either on or inside them. 
Oh it was fun, for blokes like me who had been starved 
of intimate female company for years. 

With my sexual preferences, I spent all my time having 
a good grope of the three girls; others of course, 
either concentrated on just the male guard, or spent 
their time with both the male and female guards. 
However, we all had a great deal of satisfaction in our 
intimate research projects, the only problem was, it 
wasn't actually doing anything to relieve the building 
up pressures in our balls, if anything it was making 
matters worse.

Then someone had the idea of using the guard's own 
handcuffs in the fun. Three pairs of the handcuffs were 
produced; all the guards were grabbed and held by their 
knees while the towels around their ankles were 
removed. The guards half-mast slacks were also taken 
off completely, one side of a pair of handcuffs was 
snapped in place around the left ankle of the two girls 
in the middle of the group of four prisoners, the male 
also had a cuff attached to his left ankle. 

The legs of the prisoners were then all splayed wide 
apart and the other end of the handcuffs was snapped 
around the right ankle of the guard next to them. Only 
the male and female at each end of the line of guards 
had one ankle free, this was soon remedied by using a 
number of bath towels tied together to form ropes, 
these were attached to both their free ankles, their 
legs stretched out as far as possible to the sides and 
the towels were tied to water pipes running along each 
side of the room near to the floor. 

The produced effect was even better than before, with 
their arms still secured to the showerheads, and their 
legs now pulled wide apart, they were displayed fully 
spread-eagled to our gaze.

Again we moved in and started to grope at their 
unprotected bodies, this time of course, we got total 
unhindered access to their splayed pussies and 
arseholes, an opportunity that we did not ignore. 
Completely oblivious to the guard's moans and struggles 
we delved into their bodies with a relish, each of the 
girls had fingers up their anuses and half a dozen up 
their cunts at the same time, while others massaged and 
pinched their breasts and nipples, and squeezed their 
clitorises. The male guard feared no better, as his 
anus was deeply probed and hands played with his balls 
and cock.

Finally it was time to relieve ourselves from our pent 
up frustrations that had been building up to a level 
that none of us had ever known before. The blood in our 
cocks had swollen our penises up to sizes that none of 
us would have thought possible, and our balls were 
about to explode from all the increased sperm and fluid 
that had built up inside them from our games with the 
captive guards. The guard's wrists were untied from the 
showerheads and lowered a bit until their splayed feet 
could just about touch the floor, and then retied to 
the pipes. This left them at about just the right 
height for our own cocks to gain access into their 
holes.

I was one of the lucky ones, and was able to sink my 
cock into the pussy of the shaved female guard before 
anyone else. My cock just slid straight up until it was 
buried up to my balls in her cunt thanks to all the 
fingering that she had suffered, stretching the walls 
and opening of her pussy in advance. As I pounded my 
cock in and out of her twat seeking the relief that my 
bollocks so desperately craved, I noticed that there 
was other movement up there as well as my own. 

Another con had impaled her right up the butt from the 
rear with his inflamed cock seeking the same desperate 
relief as myself. The extra sensations were fantastic 
and we both ripped into her belly from different sides 
as we pummelled her two holes at the same time. 

I felt my orgasm coming as the pressure in my balls 
reached even newer heights, slamming into her cunt as 
far as I could go, I let the volcano erupt into her 
belly, spewing gush after gush of released semen into 
her, like a jet from a high pressure steam hose. As the 
volcano in my balls gradually subsided, I withdrew from 
her dripping cunt, to be replaced by another con with 
an enormously swollen cock seeking his own release.

All around me the cons were fucking the girls from both 
ends at the same time, the male guard was also being 
buggered from the rear, while at the same time he was 
being wanked off by one of the guys in front. It was 
like a scene from the last orgy of the Roman Empire or 
something. I had just had the best knee trembler of my 
life with the female guard, but my cock had a mind of 
its own, and it was already swelling up and begging for 
more.

Rejoining the cons around the girls, I waited for 
another opportunity to get my swollen dick into an 
available hole. My chance came when a spent con 
withdrew his shrinking cock out of the arse of the 
blonde female guard, quick as a flash, I had my shaft 
buried into her anus so far, that I'm sure I could feel 
the front of her belly button resting on its tip. 
Pumping into her with increasing vigour, I adjusted my 
rhythm to match the guy who was screwing her cunt at 
the front, increasing the sensations that we were both 
getting from the double fuck. 

I felt the other guy's cock swell and release its load 
into her womb, through the thin interior walls 
separating our cocks, and then the new enflamed cock 
that replaced it inside her cunt. Again we both humped 
her holes in unison until I also shot a new load of 
seed deep up into her bowels.

After withdrawing I could see that all the guards were 
still being pummelled at by cons, with others still 
waiting to take their place. We had all been sexually 
starved for so long, that we had far more energy to 
give than would normally be the case. After another 
short break, even I was ready for yet a third fuck. So 
I again joined the group of waiting men. This time I 
was a bit more selective and waited until the brunette 
guard with the hairy cunt was available. It took a 
while but eventually I was in a position to slip my 
cock up into her pussy when the man inside her 
withdrew.

With a lot of my sexual energy already used up, my fuck 
of this girl was a lot more leisurely, and I had time 
to really savour the sensations that you get from being 
part of a double fuck. The feelings you get on you cock 
from the girls cunt itself as you pump your dick in and 
out of the hole, the involuntary grasping of her 
muscles on your shaft and bell-end to draw your manly 
juices into her, the feelings of the other cock on the 
other side of the thin wall rubbing against your own 
cock, it all led to an amazing feel of wonderful 
sensations that soon made me burst my balls again as I 
pumped another load of seed into one of these females.

I had about sated myself on the three girls, and I 
could see that most of the other cons had as well. Only 
a few of the guys were still humping the girls, the 
rest of them were sitting around like myself just 
watching. The male guard was also being humped from 
behind, but even he no longer had anyone playing with 
his penis, which was just hanging limply down like 
ours.

Eventually it was all over, and the guards were just 
left hanging while we sat around. The enormity of our 
actions was starting to sink in, and after a lot of 
discussions and heated arguments we decided to at least 
clean up a bit of the evidence of what we had done. 
With that in mind, a section of hose used for flushing 
out the showers was connected to a tap and shoved up 
each of the guard's anuses in turn as a makeshift 
enema. 

As the powerful jet of cold water shot up their 
insides, each of the guards moaned and squirmed in 
their restraints. We kept the hose there and tried to 
seal off the opening a bit, to fill them up inside, 
then would pull the hose out to let the water flow back 
out, carrying our semen with it. We did this a good 
half a dozen times with each of the guards before we 
were satisfied.

Next we concentrated on the girls, using the hose in 
the same way on their abused pussies, only this time we 
used soap as well, covering our hands and wrists with 
the stuff and literally fist fucking the girls at the 
same time, shoving our fingers up as high inside them 
as we could and then flushing them out with the hose 
pipe. There were no lack of volunteers for this job, 
and I think we nearly all had a go with one girl or 
other before we were satisfied that all traces of our 
semen had been flushed out. 

Our next job was to use soap to wash off their bodies 
from their chests down to their feet, to remove any 
sign of any splashed semen remaining. Again there was 
no shortage of volunteers for the job, even for the 
male guard, we paid particular attention to the pubic 
areas of those that had hair, to make sure that there 
was nothing trapped inside, when we came across a small 
knot of tangled hair, we would unceremoniously yank it 
out and flush it down the drain, usually to the 
accompanying shrieks of the owner into their gags. The 
shaved girl was the lucky one in this respect, if you 
could call what had happened to any of the guards 
lucky.

Although now any physical evidence that could point to 
any particular individual as having taken part in the 
rapes had been removed, at least from a scientific 
aspect, even the curtest examination of their bodies 
would show that they had been seriously abused. Still 
at least it would be up to them to convince a jury that 
any particular convict had abused them, which would 
mean that each of them would have to sit through 
numerous trials and keep retelling the story of what 
happened to them, a daunting task for anyone, 
especially for prison officers like them. 

So with the chances of being charged with rape at least 
being reduced, our main worry was the prison system 
itself, which was the one thing we could do nothing 
about. The chances were that we would face server 
punishment from the system for our actions, and would 
probably face serious beatings from the guards in the 
future, once word got out. Still that was out of our 
hands.

The four guards were dried off with towels, and 
released from their restraints, one at a time, allowing 
them to get dressed again in their slacks, and do up 
their shirts. Although the shirts had some buttons 
missing from being ripped open, they were still 
basically sound and could be reasonably secured. As 
each guard was dressed, they were forced to sit with 
their backs against the wall near the door, an action 
that brought more than one painful wince from behind 
their gags, their hands were tied in front of them and 
a set of handcuffs was placed in the pouch on their 
belts.

With half of the lads standing over them, four of them 
menacingly with the guard's nightsticks in their hands, 
the rest of us took good long showers to remove any 
evidence of the proceedings from our own bodies. When 
we had finished, we switched over to let the others 
shower. Once we were all clean, the torn underwear and 
strips of ripped towels were shredded up even more and 
flushed down the central drain after we removed the 
cover, the showers themselves were scrubbed from top to 
bottom. 

When every thing was done that could be done, we sat 
down and waited for the rest of the guards to reach us, 
luckily some of us had brought two towels to the 
showers and we distributed these out to the ones who 
had torn theirs up.

We sat like that for what seemed hours, the four guards 
by the door, and us in the middle of the room with 
towels around our waists facing them in a group. 
Eventually we heard the sound of other doors being 
unlocked in the distance and faint voices of guards 
approaching. 

We quickly untied the four guards and took off their 
gags, after first telling them in no uncertain terms 
that if they shouted out or moved in any way, we would 
have more than enough time to jump them and beat them 
half to death before their colleagues could help them. 
The four men nearest to them retained the four guards 
nightsticks and sat menacingly tapping the ends against 
their other hands while we waited.

We listened to the sound of opening gates getting 
closer to us, until at last, the gate outside in the 
corridor was opened. As the footsteps approached the 
door of the showers, we all cried out, "In Here, Were 
in here" as loud as we could. As we did so, the four 
men at the front slide the nightsticks across the floor 
to where our guards were sitting, hitting them on their 
sides, instinctively all four guards grabbed the 
sticks. 

A split second later other guards piled into the shower 
room to find the four guards sitting down with their 
nightsticks in their hands and us prisoners sitting 
patiently cross-legged in the middle of the floor. That 
of course would be one of the first things that would 
go down in any of the new guards written reports.

Our four original guards didn't say anything as we were 
hustled out of the shower room and back to our cells 
for lock-down by the new guards.

We only ever saw the four guards once more. An hour or 
so later, while we were still all locked up in our 
cells, the three girls and the guy walked past us down 
the centre of the cell block heading for the exits, 
their faces were held down as they sort of shuffled 
along in a pained stiff walk.

We never did get extra time or punishment for that 
incident, in fact to my surprise at my last parole 
board hearing, it was read out that during a nasty 
riot, I had been among a small group of prisoners who 
had caused no trouble and had sat quietly in the shower 
block waiting to be released from the lock-down.

Thanks to that little report, I am gathering my stuff 
together at this very moment ready for release on 
parole. Who says that crime doesn't pay? Or that sex 
isn't everything?


The End

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This story contained gratuitous violence and was written 
as an adult fantasy. Children should not be subjected to 
such material. Presumably adults can tell the difference 
between reality and fantasy, children have to experience 
more of  life to do  the same.  Keep this and all erotic 
stories away from children. Thanks you.
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