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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

In all honesty, Elsa felt a little bad for Tiny. He didn't seem to be all that intelligent, and at least he wasn't being mean to her. She managed to stop crying and wiped her face, though it was still red and tear streaked. She felt him pull her clothes off, but it didn't matter, as they weren't being of any use to her at the moment anyway. She rolled over onto her back, her legs limp on the bed. She didn't open her legs for him, but she wasn't making them tense either. They would part when he moved them.

She nodded to him silently and sighed, staring at the bottom of the top bunk. She thought about what she would love to do to Levins. How she would love to give him a painful death. But then, when she thought about it again, she thought that that would make her just as bad as him. A criminal. She sniffled and sighed again, swallowing whatever was left of her pride.
 
Tiny saw her nod, and nodded back. He stripped off his clothing, not hurriedly, but efficiently. He really did have a well-developed body; they called him Tiny because he wasn't, he was a beefcake of a guy. And his rigid cock was also not tiny, either. Naked, he turned to Elsa, and reached up to her short shirt. He lifted it, gradually stripping it off her. He did seem gentler, now that she wasn't crying or resisting. He also removed her bra, and as her breasts were bared, he stroked them a little bit, his face unreadable.

Then he climbed onto the bunk with her, the ancient springs of the metal contraption groaning in protest. He supported himself with his hands on the sides, gripping the frame, and he levered her legs apart with his own knees. He settled above her, just a bit of his weight on her, and used one hand to line himself up. His entry was slow, just a little fumbling, and entirely lacking in the savagery Levins had shown. He did moan deeply as he slid in, feeling her enveloping him, stretching out around him. His hand stroked up her body as he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her, and the hand ended up resting on her breast, cupping it and massaging it as he buried himself to the root, or as much as her body would take.
 
She thought it was weird that he kept touching her. Levins, at least, hadn't touched her excessively. He'd hit her, yes, but he'd meant for that to be mean and cruel. Tiny, it seemed, wanted to do a lot of touching. She squirmed, obviously uncomfortable with his constant fondling. She wouldn't look at him, not wanting to see the pleasure on his face or watch him have sex with her. She stared at the bars holding the top bunk up. She could still hear Levins sleeping up there, even over the creaking of the bed as Tiny moved.

Tiny inside of her didn't hurt her like Levins did, but it still didn't feel good. She had the idea that Tiny might be trying to make her feel good, but she definitely wasn't getting any of that. Her nipples didn't even harden as he fondle her. She felt bad for him, she didn't want him to think that she was unattracted to him...but she was.
 
Tiny moved in her, on her, making the bed rattle. Across the room, Leavins in the top bunk didn't shift in his sleep, and T-Bone was apparently ignoring it. He started to get more emphatic, more aroused. He started to grunt and moan softly, really enjoying the feeling of fucking Elsa, even when she didn't respond.

His hand on her breast squeezed harder, and moved to her other breast, going back and forth, feeling them squiggle and wiggle. "Nice tits!" he moaned, staring at them as he pumped into her, "Love these tits!"

So, though he was nicer and more considerate than Leavins, Tiny still reduced Elsa to just a collection of body parts, nothing but something to fuck and be aroused by. Which apparently worked for him, because he soon ground deep again, and he also pumped himself deep inside her, making her feel full and slick and sticky and disgusted.
 
She heaved a sigh of disdain when he complimented her breasts. He didn't seem terribly violent, she wondered why he had been in prison. She thought that maybe next time he wanted to mess around with her, as she was sure this wasn't going to be a one time deal, she might try to reject him. She didn't know how the other two would take it if she rejected Tiny, but she would try.

She swallowed in disgust when he came inside of her. She severely hoped that nothing came of this, as she would undoubtedly abort. She'd never really been a proponent of abortion, but in this case, she would do it without a second thought. She wouldn't be able to raise the baby of a rapist. Especially not one of these two ignoramuses.

Once he'd come she began to wriggle away from him. She managed to slide herself backwards, getting at least his hands off of her breasts. He was still partially inside of her, but the touch was lessening anyway. What she wanted the most was a shower, a bath. But there was still one more convict left, and she was sure he wasn't going to want to wait.
 
Tiny let her wriggle away, and backed himself off the cot. He quickly dressed, and moved away, not looking her in the eyes. He walked across the shack and slung himself into the lower bunk in the far set of bunkbeds, making Levins snort and turn in his sleep. Soon both of them were breathing deeply.

T-Bone had been moving about quietly. He had found an old basin, all chipped and faded, and filled it with water from the kitchen pump. He'd also found a cloth, one of the rags Elsa had used as a potholder when cooking. He waited until Tiny had settled down and started to doze, then he picked up one of the chairs and brought it over to Elsa's bunk. He set it down and straddled it backwards, keeping the back of the chair between him and Elsa. He looked at her a while, and to his credit, it was her face he gazed at.

"I expect you're feeling pretty awful," he said softly. "Long day, lots of... things." He glanced away, as if embarrassed, then looked back at her. "This place doesn't have a bathroom, but there's an outhouse if you need it. We'll just have to arrange... security. It's also the only place you can get some privacy to wash up, if you want. The water's a little cold, but it's clean, and it might help you feel better."

His face was unreadable in the dimness, with the lanterns set behind him, but his voice was soft and warm, almost apologetic.
 
She was taken off guard by T-Bone's voice at first. She had finally closed her eyes and was trying to think of good things, trying to ignore the pain inside of her and all over her body, the bruises that covered her, and the stickiness she could still feel inside. She opened her eyes slowly and turned her head to look at him, seeing his eyes look directly into hers. He wasn't looking at her body, though she didn't think it was much to look at anymore.

She sat up slowly, wincing a little at the pain that she felt. "I am feeling awful," she said dejectedly. "I didn't deserve any of this," she whispered, half hoping that he didn't hear it. She sighed and stretched a little bit, trying to get the soreness out, but she knew that wouldn't happen.

She nodded, "Yes...I would like to wash up. Thank you," she said awkwardly, thinking that she shouldn't have to thank a convict.
 
He sighed. "I know you didn't deserve any of this. It's bad luck, I'm afraid. Wrong place, wrong time. But I can at least let you wash up. Problem is..." and here he hesitated and leaned back a bit in the chair. "Problem is, there's a security issue. You're still our hostage, and we can't let you go, not quite yet. So I have to make sure you won't run, and the only way I thought of..."

He sheepishly takes something out of his pocket. It's a coil of thin line. "We found about nine feet of clothesline outside. It's old, but tough enough. If I had a line on you, like, literally? Then I could be sure you couldn't run. I could get you a little privacy. But... I wouldn't do that, tie a line on you, unless you agreed to it."

There was a question in his voice, and he twirled the frayed end of the line casually between his fingers. What he didn't outright state was that no tying up meant no privacy, and possibly no relief or washing up.
 
She stared at the line for a few moments, thinking just how horrible her luck really was. First, she was missing her date tonight. Second, it would be all over the news that she'd been kidnapped by escaped convicts. Third, she'd been twice raped and was sure the times would add up. Fourth, her only way of getting clean was to allow herself to be tied to a line that was held on the other end by the biggest (but seemingly least bad) of the convicts.

She sighed and nodded, extending her wrist so that he could tie the line to it. She couldn't imagine that he would want to tie it anywhere but her wrist or her ankle, and it would be easier for her to manuever her way around in the small outhouse if the line was tied to her wrist and not her ankle.
 
"Sorry, but you'll need your hands free," he said apologetically. He also shook his head when offered an ankle. "That would make it hard for you to walk. Here, lean forward." Well, she didn't have much choice, did she? He deftly looped the line once around her neck and tied it, not in a noose or anything, just a stable loop, but T-Bone made the knot fairly complicated and tight, so she couldn't untie it without looking at it. And although it was pretty loose around her neck, it was still too tight to fit over her head.

He wrapped the loose end of the line a couple of times around his hand, leaving maybe a good six feet of line between them. "I'm sorry, but this seems most practical, to let you still move and operate without problem." He stood and gestured to the door; at least he didn't do anything as humiliating as tugging on the "leash". "The basin is over there, the outhouse is just outside. We can.. probably talk normally outside." He cast a glance at the two other escapees, then shrugged and smiled in an apologetic way at her.
 
She was taken by surprise when he tied the line around her neck. She touched it with her fingers gingerly, in disbelief. So now she was a dog. She didn't think that it was necessary to tie the line around her neck, she could have easily operated with it tied around her wrist or ankle. She had thought that T-Bone was different than the other two, though still a criminal, but now she saw that he was exactly the same. He was just putting up some kind of front, she guessed, so that maybe she would be willing to let him touch her or something.

She got up and walked over to the basin, picking up the cloth and dipping it into the cold water. She scrubbed herself as hard as she could with it, trying to make the best without soap of any kind. She felt absolutely filthy, and this wasn't really helping. She tossed the cloth back where it had been and walked to the door, feeling a little choke on her neck. Then it slackened and she opened the door, nearly running to the outhouse. She was still naked, and though there was no one around, she still didn't want to be outside naked. Once she got in the outhouse she relieved herself and then dug her fingers inside of her, scooping out as much of the cum as she could. Some, she knew, she wasn't going to be able to get out. But she was going to try to get as much as possible.
 
T-Bone stood outside the outhouse, the cord sticking out through the door. He leaned against the frame, and spoke quietly. "Leavins was doing time for rape and murder, life sentence. He actually wanted to leave you in a shallow grave, figuring if they thought you were with us, we'd be as safe as if you actually were, but I convinced him you were worth more to us alive." He sighed. "I have no intention of hurting you, miss. What's your name, incidentally?"

He had nothing against this girl. She was usful as a hostage, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to fuck her. But he also sympathized with her, how scared and humiliated and exhausted. He got a little charge of the situation, yes, but he also felt for her. He was bad, but he wasn't wholly evil, he told himself occasionally.
 
She leaned against the door as he spoke, her head right near the little moon shaped hole. She considered his words, deciding that he wasn't as bad as Levins was. He'd saved her from death, after all, and she hadn't even known it. Sure, she wouldn't have gotten raped (or perhaps she would have, and then killed), but she still thought life was worth some pain. You couldn't get through life without some kind of pain anyway. Pain makes you stronger, if you live through it.

"Elsa. My name is Elsa," she said softly, but loud enough that he could hear her. She fidgeted a little bit, a million thoughts running through her head. She felt different about this convict. He obviously wasn't a dunce like Tiny but he also wasn't overly cruel like Levins. But he'd been in a maximum security prison, so he had to be bad. She wondered what he'd done to get in, but she wouldn't ask him.
 
"Elsa," T-Bone said. "All right. I'm T-Bone, as you probably know. Now, I'm going to promise you right now, Elsa: I'm going to do everything I can to get you through this alive." He actually wasn't lying; Leavins had very little use for a live woman, and he'd already put Elsa to what uses he had. "But... it's not going to be easy on you. I won't lie to you; you're going to find it hard."

"It's probably going to be more like tonight, with the cooking and the fucking and the like. We've all been in prison for a long time with no womanly contact; prison makes a man desperate, brutal. It's one of the only ways I could convince Leavins not to have his fun with you. I'm still not sure I can keep him under control if he gets a mad on. So... I wanted to let you know, Elsa. I'm going to try and protect you, but you have to hold up your end. You have to not make waves, try and keep Leavins happy."

"Tiny's all right. He was a driver for an armed robbery, crashed the car, had a brain injury. That's why he's... compliant like that. Thing is, you have to have the right people giving him orders. We want that to be me, not Leavins." He paused, and sighed. "I gotta tell you, I'm much better at the breaking out. Bringing a hostage along seemed like a good plan, but I'm finding it more of a complication. I want you to know, I'm working on it. But I've got to ask you to work with me, too. Are you willing to do that?"
 
So she was learning what life was going to be like for her for awhile, if not for a long time. In order to keep her life she was basically going to be a slave. She had to cook for them (which she didn't so much mind, she was absolutely positive that whatever crap she could work up would be hundred times better than anything one of the men could devise) and she had to have sex with them. Or rather, let them have sex with her. There wasn't much of an involvement option with either Tiny or Levins, they both had very different styles but they were pretty self-absorbed in both of them. She didn't know how it would be with T-Bone, he'd been nice so far and had promised to protect her, but he still was a convict. However it was, she was sure it wasn't going to making love, it would be sex.

She had to try and keep Levins happy. How would she do that? Let him hit her? Let him rip her hair out, drag her across the floor, and then brutally rape her? She didn't think that it would ever not be brutal with him. He was a rapist, he was cruel by nature. The only thing she could hope for was that he wouldn't ask anything else of her. She could imagine a million more horrid things he could ask of her, things that would be harder for her to deal with than him just getting behind her and going at her. He could ask her to service him, to strip for him, to touch herself, and a thousand other things that would humiliate her.

Tiny was fairly easy to deal with. She didn't like that he touched her breasts so much, but if that was what kept his simple mind occupied, than she could handle it. She sighed and leaned against the door even more, almost sinking against the ground. She wondered if death would really be better than the life she was going to have to live. "I'm willing to try. I mean...yes, I'll work with you." she opened the door of the outhouse slowly and stepped out of it, closing the door as silently behind her as she could. She wrapped one arm across her breasts and the other across her stomach. She saw the other end of the line held there in his hand, but tried not to look at it. Instead, she tentatively raised her eyes to his.
 
His eyes, when she looked at them in the dim light, were hard around the edges, but his face was compassionate as he looked back at her. "Okay, then, Elsa. Let's get you back inside."

He opened the door for her, and locked it behind them both. Moving with her back over to the far bunk, he sat on the chair as she sat on the lower bunk, and he gently untied the line around her neck, fighting with the knots just a little bit. "I appreciate you going along with this. I'm not sure what would happen to you if you did try and break free and Leavins caught you," he whispered, soft enough not to wake the sleeping convicts. "So, thank you."

He glanced over at the others. With them asleep, dead to the world, it was almost like Elsa and T-Bone were alone. "I have to say, though..." he sighed. "I've been locked up just as long as them, I've got the same sort of sexual tensions, the same impulses..." He looked back at her. "But you'll note, I haven't forced myself on you. I was... I was hoping you'd be willing to do something for me, now that I'm asking. Doesn't have to be a fuck, you've already had enough of that for the night. But is there something you feel comfortable offering to help me relax and sharpen my mind?"

He was being honest, he didn't want to completely force her. That smacked too much of violence. But on the other hand, he did have needs, and she was a very pretty, sexy young woman. He was actually intending to play on her feelings of indebtedness, her fear of Levins, to get her compliance; he found it much more satisfying to have a nominally participating partner than just an inert warm body to fuck.
 
She walked back inside with him, sitting on the edge of the lower bunk gingerly. She sighed and relaxed her body a little, but kept her arms tight around her. She looked down at the floor while he untied the line, breathing another sigh of relief when it was finally off of her. Her blood ran cold at the idea of Levins catching her if she tried to run away. That thought alone made it impossible for her to even think of running away.

She knew this moment was going to come eventually. The time when he asked her to sleep with him, or something equivalent. She was extremely grateful that he hadn't forced himself on her, she certainly wouldn't have been able to fight him off or even say no without waking the others. She fidgeted a little bit, not really wanting to be intimate with him, but knowing that she didn't really have a choice, though he was seemingly giving her one.

She looked up at him again, seeing the hardness in his eyes but none of the cruelty that Levins had, or the simpleness that Tiny had. She nodded to him and said quietly, "We can...um....fuck," the word came out of her mouth strangely, "if you want to. Or I could...do something else," she knew what the something else was, and honestly, doing that wouldn't be any better than screwing him, but she would let him choose.
 
He gazed at her. "You know what? You've been fucked enough. I do want some pleasure from you, some contact I couldn't get from a man, but it doesn't have to be that. Hang on."

He gets up from his chair and walks over to the kitchen area, picking up the cloth and basin. He goes over to the sink, and works the pump to rinse out the basin. He's there for a little while, his back turned to her, but finally he turns around again and comes back over, sitting in his chair again. He's given her some time to think, and decide what she wants to do about it all.

He leans back a bit, and undoes his fly. He's already unzipped, because he was just washing his private bits, just in case. His manhood is large and rigid and ready, but he didn't wave it obscenely at her, he just made it availble, really. "What I'd like," he says, "is for you to rub your breasts on me. I'd love to feel your soft flesh wrapping around my stiffness. If you're inspired, you can do whatever else you want, but right now, that would please me no end."
 
It sort of weirded her out that he had done things with men while in prison, but she knew it was more than common. Yet, none of them considered themselves to be gay, because as soon as they could get their hands a woman they never took no for an answer. She thought that his request was kind of strange, but she wasn't going to refuse him now. He wasn't going to put her through another bout of pleasureless sex, he was giving her another option. She slid off of the bed and knelt on the dirty floor and looked at his manhood for the first time. He was just as large as Levins, but somehow, his manhood was so much more appealing than Levins' was.

She sighed softly and sat up on her knees as most as she could, placing one hand on either side of her breasts. She lifted them and gingerly put them around his manhood. It was a little bit of a strain as she was so much shorter than he was, even when he was in a chair. She rubbed them up and down and back and forth slowly, glancing up at him to see what his reaction was, as she thought this was very strange.
 
Man, T-Bone loved the feel of her soft flesh. There's many things he would like to do with a woman, but his first night out of the joint, he wanted something uniquely feminine, something none of the punks did. Not that he ever used a boy-toy; he knew it was a power game in the joint, but he could never get past the entire "maleness" of it. He wasn't phobic, just not interested. So something uniquely feminine meant either pussy or tits, and unfortunately he wasn't about to subject her to more of what she'd already had tonight.

So although he wasn't the most enthused about titfucking, he was happy to take it. And Elsa, for all her reluctance and inexperience with this kind of thing, she had lovely soft breasts which slid so warm and smoothly over the overheated skin of his cock. He moaned softly as she raised and lowered her chest, her hands pushing her breasts together, trapping his shaft in her cleavage. She was short, but that suited him. He spread his legs wider and shifted his pelvis forward, making it easier for her to move on him. He'd cleaned himself to make it a little easier for her to stand him, and it appeared to be working. He felt her sweat start to gather on her skin, and realized it was helping provide both a little lubrication and a little friction. He moaned again, his hands moving gently to clasp over hers, helping her provide pressure and guide her speed...
 
She could clearly see that he was enjoying this, and she was glad that he was. If any of the convicts deserved to derive pleasure from her, it was T-Bone. So far, he'd done absolutely nothing bad to her. He'd saved her life without her even knowing it, and now he was saving her from having to go through another painful pleasureless fuck. She was grateful to him for all of that and felt that he deserved this pleasure from her, she owed it to him. After all, she thought, he hadn't singled her out for capture, she'd just happened to be there, which was unfortunate, but not his fault.

She was taken by surprise when he placed his hands over hers and guided her movements. Together they created a rhythm of her hands moving her breasts up and down along his cock, rocking her body a little so that he would feel the sliding motion that he would feel if he was in any other part of her body. A piece of her was compelled to do more for him, even to take him into her mouth, but she didn't. She'd never been bold sexually like that, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to be now, but she didn't mind this so far.
 
Amazingly, he could feel the good old internal stirring, just from this. Maybe it was the length of time he'd been put away, maybe it was the sight of her on her knees, breasts pumping on him, her breath coming fast, whether from arousal or exertion didn't matter. It was all still working.

He panted, looking down at her. "Elsa," he moaned, "I'm getting closer. Now I want you, please, when the time comes, I'd love it if you'd put your mouth over the head, just to catch it. I'll get a cloth, you can spit it out. But you already had enough of that on you, I know... Would you? Please?"
 
The last thing she wanted was to feel his cum inside her mouth. She'd been cum in twice today and she really didn't want it again...but she wasn't going to say no to T-Bone. He'd done so much for her that to say no would be horrible ungratefulness. She nodded and shifted herself so that her mouth was near his head. She kept rubbing him but opened her mouth and leaned her face down so that when he came, it would shoot into her mouth, but she didn't wrap her lips around his head. She felt like doing that would just be a little too much. She wasn't ready to give him that yet.

This whole experience had been strange, and she hoped that he would be done for the night. She had a weird thing that she wanted, though...she didn't want to sleep alone. There were two bunks left, they were in front of the bottom one, but she didn't want to be on one by herself. She had visions of Levins ripping her out of the bed and forcing her to do things with him. She knew that would sort of happen eventually, but she wanted to be awake and know it was coming...but she didn't think she could ask T-Bone to 'sleep' with her.
 
T-Bone nodded at the pretty girl as she lowered her face to catch his cum. He would have been fine if she refused, but the fact that she obeyed, even when it was clear she didn't want to, that was fascinating to him, and he wondered if this girl might have some interesting tendencies. His climax was building slowly as he felt her lovely breasts stroking up and down, and felt her hot breath on his glans, which only stoked his desire...

His hands tightened on hers, and he managed to grunt out through clenched teeth, "Here it comes," and then the hot shaft gripped by her cleavage began to throb and spasm, and thick hot salty jism jetted out of its tip, splashing against the roof of her mouth and collecting against her tongue. It may not have been horrible to taste, but the situation... the situation made it awkward.

He unloaded himself, his body tensing with his release, and then he sagged in the chair. He gently lifted her head and breasts away from him. "Okay, good. Good girl. Let me go get you a cloth, you can spit that out..." He rose from the chair, tucking himself into his pants again, then he hurried over to the sink. In a minute or two, he came back with a damp washcloth and a small glass of water. "Here. So you can rinse your mouth out."

He sat again as she dealt with his semen, and considered her. "All right. Now we just have to consider how we're going to let you sleep. You understand, we have to take precautions about your escaping, but I want to do it with as little hassle to you as possible."
 
She closed her eyes when he began to shoot his cum into her mouth. It was hot and sticky, and it was strange in her mouth. She didn't really like it in her mouth, but it didn't taste bad, so she was okay with it. She moved back when he pushed on her head gently, sitting back on her haunches. She had closed her mouth but was having a little bit of a hard time keeping it in her mouth. He came back just in time though, and she was able to spit it out into the washcloth and fold it over. She took some of the water from the glass and swished it around her mouth, spitting it back out into the glass and then getting up, going and putting it in the sink quietly.

She walked back over to the bunk and sat down on it gingerly, realizing again that she was naked. She picked up her clothes that we scattered around and dressed herself, glad to be clothed again. She hoped that T-Bone didn't mind that she had put clothes back on, she hadn't asked him. She sat down on the bed again and looked up at him, "I'm not going to try to escape..." she said softly, almost a little embarassed that he thought she really would try to do that. "We could...um...share. The bed, I mean," she said awkwardly, unsure how he would take that.
 
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