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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

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Mr Master

Pulsar
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Jan 26, 2009
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Right behind you... you smell nice, by the way...
It took everyone by surprise, other than the prisoners who planned it. A riot, fast and fiery and bloody, breaking out in the Maximum Security wing. When the sirens started up and the guns went off and the distant whoomps of explosions rattled the glass in the barred windows, all the civilians knew they were supposed to take cover. The inmates in the acute care beds were already cuffed down, and the door was securely locked for their own protection as well as to keep them from escaping. The other prisoners in the infirmary were under the gun of the existing guard while Doctor Matthews, the cynical, unshaven career prison doc, tried to usher the three nurses out.

There was a sudden bang, and a shock wave which knocked everyone to the ground. Doctor Matthews tried to get up, but fell under gunfire. The guard tried to bring his pistol to bear, but one of the inmates in the infirmary stabbed him with a scalpel. The inmate took the guard's pistol, and he and the two armed ones that came through the shattered wall grabbed one of the nurses lying insensible from the explosion.

"No, we only need one hostage!" the infirmary prisoner, Ted "T-Bone" Burnett, yelled at his companions who were going for another nurse. "Anything more will slow us down!"

They ran to the back of the infirmary, using the dead doctor's keys to open up the drug room. They paused a moment to fill their pockets, then planted a crude bomb against the back wall, the one that actually led outside the prison, instead of into the yard, the one thought to be protected enough by the layers of security, but no, no these escapees had organized the riot well. One explosion later, and they were off, running hard out the back while the police and SWAT teams were storming the front with extreme prejudice, running for the woods and dragging their young victim with them...
 
Elsa had been tending to a prisoner with a minor injury when the riot broke out. She heard shouting and then the alarm went off. She thought that it was in the cafeteria or out on the cement field. She went over to the door of the small exam room and opened it, only to be pushed backward towards the patient with the minor wound. He stood up and grabbed her and she screamed in absolute horror. She kicked and fought but he held her tightly. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a tight bun but a strand of it fell forward into her face.

The prisoner began to carry her off towards the exit of the infirmary. She saw the doctor lying there on the floor in a pool of blood. She screamed again and tried to escape once more, attempting to pry the prisoner's hands off of her waist. He wouldn't budge, in fact he held her even tighter. Tears welled up in her eyes but she finally stopped resisting, knowing that it would only get her head bashed in or something. Her white uniform dress was bunched up higher than it should be, exposing the part of her thigh that wasn't covered by the high stockings she had to wear.

Her heart was beating wildly, her face was red with fear. "Please let me go," she whimpered having heard that they needed a hostage. "I won't turn you in, I promise. Just please let me go," her voice cracked and a few tears fell from her eyes.
 
T-Bone hit the woods with the nurse over his shoulder. Once he, Tiny, and Levins were covered by brush, he put the nurse down on her feet, grabbed her by the bun in her hair, and dragged her head back. He didn't have time for niceties, so he slapped her twice across the face to be sure she was paying attention.

"You go where we say, you do what we say. You don't fight, don't run, and you'll end up OK, you'll get out alive. But you cross us, your life is done. Got it? I want to hear you say it: you go where we say, you do what we say."

He looked hard into her scared eyes, brimming with tears, and waited for an answer while Tiny ranged ahead and Levins urged him forward with hissed "come on!"s.
 
Her tears spilled over when he grabbed her bun and yanked her head back. She sobbed and crumpled, nearly falling over onto the ground. But the convict held her up, slapping her into standing straight. She sobbed while he spoke, almost unable to comprehend his words while he spoke. She repeated his words mechanically, barely understanding what she was saying, "I go where you say, I do what you say."

(Sorry it's short, I don't like uneccesary paragraphs)
 
(It's fine; I'm not hung up on length or word count. Just be into it and do what fits. :) )

T-Bone nodded, then let go of her hair and grabbed her wrist. "I say you run with us and don't slow us down. Got it?" Without waiting for a response, he ran with her through the woods, catching up to Tiny with Levins bringing up the rear. They found a stream and ran through it for what seemed like miles; at some points, T-Bone cursed and picked her up to carry her through the water, because she was moving so slow.

They burst through the woods into someone's back yard. A large, built-up trailer home occupied the bulk of the lot, and thankfully it was deserted as the escaped convicts smashed open the sliding glass back door and ransacked the place for clothing and any valuables they could find. Elsa was essentially tossed onto the couch and told to stay there while they went through the trailer. T-Bone came back momentarily, dressed in workman's clothes, jeans and a flannel shirt, with some women's clothing that looked only vaguely her size. "Here, put these on. That white outfit stands out too much." At her hesitation, he clapped his hands at her. "Come on, chop chop! We don't have time for this!"
 
She ran as fast as she could with them, but she wasn't terribly athletic and was wearing a dress. The stream was especially hard for her to run through, so she was half glad when he picked her up and carried her. She looked back a few times, wishing that there were guards or police following them. Of course, there weren't. They were completely alone, even their loud romping through the forest couldn't be heard by anyone. When they got to the trailer she prayed that there was someone inside that would turn in the convicts. Again -- there weren't. It seemed like she really was condemned to stay with them, to be their hostage.

She frowned when he thrust clothes at her, they were dirty and old looking. She hesitated and turned away for a moment, but remembered his threat. She took the clothes from him and got up off of the couch. "Don't look at me," she mumbled and turned around, quickly unbuttoning the dress and letting it drop to the ground. She knew he could see the back of her white lace bra and her pink thong (so he could actually see most of her round ass). She pulled the ratty jeans and the v-neck shirt on, cringing in its grossness.
 
Of course T-Bone kept looking, despite her request. He hadn't seen a woman in a long time, and the nurse was looking fine! Her pink thong almost made him raise an eyebrow, but he suppressed a smile. It wouldn't do her any good to hide them, anyway, as the T-shirt was kinda short on her, and the jeans rode kinda low on her hips, the thong rather stood out. The demure, quiet nurse ended up looking rather low-rent white trash, which suited T-Bone just fine.

The others came back into the living room as she was pulling on the T-shirt, and they looked at T-Bone as if to say "Why didn't you wait for us?" But he dismissed their objections with a wave of his hand. "Okay," he said loudly, "We're hitting the road. Find any money?"

"Got a shoe-box full," said Levins, displaying it. "Top of their closet. White trash safety deposit box, don't you know."

T-Bone nodded and grabbed hold of Elsa's wrist. "Good enough. Let's get rolling." He led the way out the door and back out into the woods. There was another stream they needed to walk through for a while, to really throw the dogs off the scent.
 
She blushed while she got dressed, she could feel his eyes on her. She was angry at herself that she had chosen to wear the pink thong today, but she had had a date that night and wearing a thong made her feel sexy, even if her date wasn't going to see it. Now a dirty convict was getting a full view. She tried to pull the jeans up higher, but they were a little too big for her and were low riders anyway. She huffed and tried to pull the shirt down further, not getting anywhere. She barely glanced at the other two convicts when they came in, fully aware that they could see the top of her thong.

She stumbled along when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her, trying to yank it away from him. It took her a few very forceful (though it probably seemed weak to him) tries to get her wrist free, but she finally did. "You don't need to hold on to me. I know how to run." she protested and rubbed her wrist a little, he hadn't been gentle with it.
 
"It's not 'how', it's 'where' that I'm worried about," T-Bone growled, but he didn't grab her again. "Just as long as you remember you can't outrun a bullet, fine.

A mile or two later, they came to another house, and Levins hot-wired the truck parked outside, and they drove until evening. Finally, the truck ran out of gas, so they ditched it and hiked into the woods some more until they came to an old hunting cabin, nothing more than a shelter with some basic cooking supplies, water, an outhouse, and some bunks.

"Here's good," Tiny pronounced. He sat heavily on one of the lower bunks, his overmuscled body sagging. "Christ, we did it."

"We're good for now," T-Bone said, rummaging through the single cupboard for something they could eat. There was a lot of freeze-dried stuff that was possibly edible, but he was taking stock of what else was there.

Levins didn't say anything. He was too busy staring at Elsa, up and down, and grinning lasciviously.
 
By the time they finally got to the shack, Elsa was completely exhausted. She'd never had to travel so far on foot before. She had wanted to sleep in the truck, but she was too afraid to. She was afraid to even blink, sure that they were going to do something bad to her. At the shack she rested her hands on the rickety table there in the 'kitchen', trying to get her breath. She was half bent over the table just in trying to get back her strength.

After a few moments she stood up straight and tried to tug the jeans up, but as soon as she let go of them they sunk back down. She sighed and looked up, seeing Levins eyeing her like that. Her eyes grew wide and she swallowed nervously, her eyes sliding to the door a few feet away from her. She frantically tried to think of something that could keep the man away from her.

"Um, I'll...I'll cook if you want." she mumbled, looking over at T-Bone, who seemed to be the leader.
 
T-Bone looked surprised. "All right, nursey. See what you can do with this. They got powdered stuff, dried stuff, freeze-dried stuff, and freeze-dried powdered stuff. Have at it." He stepped back from the cabinet, and went over to light up the wood stove.

After the stove was up and running, while Elsa was looking over the stock and trying to see what could be done with it, T-Bone and Levins had a whispered conversation which involved many glances over at Elsa. Tiny snoozed on the bunk. Eventually, the men nodded, shook hands, and then Levins went outside to check around the shack. T-Bone went about securing the windows and pulling shades in the back. It was starting to get dark, and they found a couple of oil lanterns and lit them, giving the whole place a kind of creepy intimacy that Elsa was pretty sure she didn't like...
 
Elsa rummaged through the gross-looking food, glad to have something to distract her. She could hear the men whispering but ignored them as best she could, knowing that if she heard what they said she wouldnâ??t like it. She pulled out a package that said â??Instant Mashed Potatoesâ? and read the directions on the back. She rummaged until she found a decent sized pot and put it on the rickety looking stove. She turned it on and poured water into the pot. When the water boiled she poured the potato mix in and stirred. She did almost the same with the freeze-dried meat, putting it into another pot of boiling water.

When she figured the food was done she turned the heat off and managed to find some plastic plates. She put everything on the rickety table; the men could serve themselves she wasnâ??t their slave. She wouldnâ??t even have offered to do this much if the one man hadnâ??t been eyeing her like that. She cleared her throat, â??Umâ?¦the food is done. Itâ??s not much, but probably better than what youâ??re used to anyway.â?
 
They woke Tiny up and all three of them sat down at the table. T-Bone looked at her, and silently gestured to the open side, inviting her to sit down and have something to eat, as well.

They ate in silence, Tiny still seeming drowsy, T-Bone as intense as he always seemed to be, and Levins seemed a little jumpy. He ate quickly, polishing off a fair amount of the passable makeshift food, and then, once he'd had enough, he pushed his plate back, stood up, and grabbed Elsa's wrist.

"Come on, girlie," he growled, "I ain't had a woman in three years, and you're elected for my Levins Lovin' Breakfast." He started to drag her toward the set of bunk beds that was set in the farthest corner, the closest thing to "privacy" this one-room shack could possibly offer.
 
She sat at the table, but didn't eat anything. She knew the food was going to be gross anyway, and she didn't want to eat. She didn't want to sustain herself. She didn't want to be with the convicts, so she wasn't going to try to keep herself strong. She looked up in surprise when the one convict grabbed her wrist. She furrowed her brows at him and tried to resist, but he yanked her again and she rose out of the seat and stumbled in the direction he was pulling her.

"What?" she said in disbelief, "No!" she screamed when she realized what he was going to do to her. She tried to yank her wrist away again, making herself deadweight so that he would have to drag her on the floor. She turned towards T-Bone for help, but she realized that she wasn't going to get any help from him. He would probably want to be next. She screamed as loudly as she could, dropping herself to the floor and making herself as difficult to move as possible.
 
Levins ignored the screams entirely, and tried to drag her by her limp arm for a little bit, then snarled and simply grabbed a thick handful of her dark brown hair, busting it loose from the bun that had kept it mostly orderly throughout her ordeal so far. He dragged her, squirming and screaming, by the hair, across the filthy floor of the shack. The drag on the floor would have just about pulled her loose jeans off if her legs hadn't been reflexively kicking as she went.

He finally dragged her over to the lower bunk, and threw her face-first across the mattress, her head up near the wall, her hips and legs hanging off the side of the bed. His strong right hand gripped the back of her neck, pinning her to the mattress while his other hand reached around in front of her and undid her jeans, roughly yanking them down to her knees.
 
She could see the drag mark across the floor, and to anyone except these convicts, it would be evidence of a crime. But to them it was just something that was necessary. They probably thought that she was just making it harder for herself, that she should just let them do what they wanted. After all, she had agreed to do what they said, and she was technically disobeying.

She wasn't thinking about any of that though. She was only thinking that she was about to be defiled by a horribly disgusting and unclean man. She shrieked when he threw her across the grody mattress, grabbing hold of it for support. Tears overflowed from her eyes and she sobbed, knowing what was coming. She shrieked again when he yanked her jeans down, her butt getting pushed out as she tried to pull herself into a sitting position.
 
Levins squeezed her neck hard and pushed her face into the old, musty fabric of the mattress while he spanked her luscious ass cheeks, hard. "That's right," he laughed, "Shake them bitchcakes. Oh, yeah, I love it when they jiggle!" He spanked her a few more times, all around the back of her butt and her thighs. Then, tiring of that, he grabbed the back of her thong and yanked it high, making the fabric dig into the clefts of her body, pulling it between her nether lips. Then he dragged it down to her knees, along with the jeans, exposing her entire hindquarters to himself and the rest of the room.

His rough-calloused hand went immediately to cup and brutally squeeze her mons, feeling her womanly parts like he owned them. After he rubbed her pussy a couple of times, his middle finger thrust itself between her labia, testing her out, while Levins leaned over and murmured in her ear, "Oh, yeah, this cunt is gonna be like silk on my dick; you gonna be a sweet little fuck-bitch for me, ain't ya?"
 
She continued to cry as he stuffed her face into the mattress, trying not to breath so that she'd just pass out. Hard as she tried, she couldn't do that to herself. She held onto the mattress fabric as tightly as she could, almost ripping through it. She whimpered when he spanked her, feeling her ass jiggle and move at his command. She wasn't a virgin, but she'd never been treated like this before. It'd always been respectful and fun, but this was degrading and cruel. He was playing with her, which was even worse. If he was going to rape her, she wanted him to just get it over with, but he would never give her that luxury.

Her skin began to crawl when he leaned down over her and whispered in her ear. His hot stank breath rolled over her skin and she wanted to vomit. She wanted to scream no, she wanted to kick him, she wanted to kill him, but at the same time, she didn't want this to be worse for her than it really had to be. She nodded slightly, sobbing again. She half hoped that he hadn't seen the nod, she didn't want to agree to be his fuck-bitch, but she knew that even if she didn't agree to it, it would happen anyway.
 
He knelt behind her, between her legs, bending over her so he could keep a good grip on her neck. He ground his pelvis against her, his jeans rough against her most sensitive skin, and she could feel the hardness of his bulge. His movements were urgent, almost frenzied, and his breathing was heavy in her ear. "Fuck, yes, you're a hot little piece. Oh, it's been three fucking years, and I am READY!"

Still grinding, he unbuckles his belt with his free hand, his gripping hand crawling across her skin at her throat. He hurriedly undoes his jeans, and suddenly Elsa felt the hot meaty thwack of a cock tapping against the back slope of her ass. He moved back a bit and smacked her cheeks with it some more. "Oh, yeah, you've got a sweet ass, slut. Maybe I'll fuck it, if you piss me off. But I got enough of ass in the joint; it's pussy I'm looking for," he breathed as he levered his cock lower, finding her lower lips, and rubbing up an down, up and down, spreading his copious oozing pre-cum along her labia, in a vague attempt to lubricate her.
 
She wanted to kill herself. She wanted to run outside just so that they would shoot her and kill her...but she knew that she wouldn't do that. She would never be able to kill herself or make herself available for death. She gulped when she felt his hand at her throat. She half thought that he would choke her, that he would grab hold of her throat while he raped her and choke her to death. She hated what he was saying to her, it made her want to melt into nonexistence. But when he began to cockslap her, she nearly lost it. She cried harder, her tears soaking the gross mattress beneath her.

Him fucking her in the ass would be infinitely worse than his fucking her regularly. Unless, of course, he came inside of her, which is what it looked like he was going to do. His precum on her pussy made her want to throw up, she could feel its hot stickiness and knew what could happen. She slumped a little bit, closing her eyes and trying to find another place, another place that wasn't here. She was going to try to come out of her body while he defiled her.
 
He rubbed against her some more, but then finally, without warning, one of the rubs turned into a thrust at just the right time, and he sank himself deep in her body. Whatever little lubrication his pre-cum had provided, whatever tiny bit of lubrication her body had produced not from her nonexistent arousal but just from the mechanical stimulation of her labia -- it may have kept her from injury, but it wasn't enough to dull the stretching pain of the penetration, the burning ache as his cock stretched open her unprepared pussy.

"Aaaahhhh, yeah..." he moaned, thrusting deep. He began fucking, sawing in and out of her body with abandon, clearly caring nothing for how she felt about it, glorying only in the sensations from his cock. In his excitement, he spanked her occasionally, just to hear the slap of the flesh. In just a couple of minutes, what seemed like forever to Elsa, his pace increased even further, and he leaned back a little to get better thrusting clearance, moving his grip from Elsa's neck to Elsa's now-loose hair. He even reached up with his free hand and started slapping her face as he thrust, grunting, into her body, his hips smacking her ass cheeks with every brutal slam.
 
She whimpered when he suddenly thrust inside of her, her pussy forced to stretch open to fit his wide girth. She held onto the mattress fabric even tighter, it was the only thing keeping her sane at this point. She could feel his cock throbbing with pleasure, showing just how much he enjoyed defiling her like this. Levins was in heaven, and Elsa was in hell. He wasn't only wide but long too, he was filling her entire pussy with each thrust, but she got absolutely zero pleasure out of it. It was like all of her pleasure spots were turned off.

She turned her face away from him and buried it deep into the mattress, dealing with the rancid smell to keep him from hitting her. While she didn't like the mattress she didn't like his slapping her even more, she could deal with one over the other. He was screwing her like she was a whore, which she supposed, she was now. She kept her body as still as possible, not wanting to give him any more pleasure than he could take from her.
 
In a moment, Levins grunted deep, like from the bottom pit of his stomach, and he arched, dragging her head back by his fist in her hair. He thrust and ground, driving himself deep inside her, and she could feel his shaft pulse and throb, then it started twitching, almost, as he started to shoot off. He grunted in time to each of the pumps that jetted forth from his cock into her body, and his hand jerked with each grunt, almost hyper-extending her neck and back.

Finally, he was done. He relaxed, sagging over her, and released her hair, letting her flop forward onto the mattress. He stood up, pulling roughly out of her with a wet pop, letting his seed ooze out of her body. He tucked himself in, fastened himself up, and gave her a smart spank across the middle of her ass. "Thanks, slut. That was pretty damn good." And he walked over to the other set of bunks.

As Levins climbed up to the top bunk of the other set, sighing in satisfaction as he lay back to take a nap, Tiny got up from the table and approached Elsa as she lay there. He was already unbuckling his pants as he approached.
 
She sobbed one last time as she felt Levins begin to cum inside of her. Her eyes were red with tears, her face was red with shame. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. Her neck was held back so tightly that she thought he would rip it off. She was holding her breath, each time he pulled her neck would crack. When he finally let go her head fell forward and hit the mattress. Her eyes clouded purple and she nearly passed out.

Unfortunately, she didn't pass out. In a few moments her eyes cleared, just in time for Levins to smack her ass. She groaned and rolled over onto her side, only to see Tiny approaching her. She broke out into more sobs, covering her face with her hands. She curled up into a ball on her side, sobbing almost uncontrollably. She wouldn't try to stop him, but she wasn't going to facilitate him.
 
((Presuming you curled up on the bed, as would be natural))

Tiny came over and sat on the edge of the bed for a while. After a few minutes, he half-turned and started tugging on her pants, still down around her knees, working them off. He wasn't particularly harsh, nor was he gentle. He was merely pragmatic. He stripped her pants and thong off, dropped them on the floor, and then sat for a few more minutes. Levins began snoring gently from his bunk across the shack.

"I ain't gonna hurt you none," Tiny said softly. "I just wanna fuck you. I ain't even gonna do nothin' kinky, just regular face-to-face." He sighed, and then fell silent. Tiny was sweaty, they all were, but at least he wasn't stinky or cruel like Levins. But it didn't seem like he was going to leave her alone, either. He'd been locked up at least as long as everyone else, so his need for a woman was just as huge in his mind, and justified his behavior to himself. Not that it was justified in general...
 
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