Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2007 11:42:16 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-44

	Piedmont Penitentiary is an old turn of the century prison nick
named "The HOLE" on the outskirts of Philadelphia in the Valley Forge
section of Pennsylvania, which was built to hold up to 500 convicted
inmates. Today it holds nearly 1500, 3 times it's intended population. Over
crowding means there are 2 to 3 men or more per cell, which was originally
built to house just one. The plumbing is old and rusted, the walls are
crumbly, the foundation is corroded, and morale is low. Inmates and
Officers complain of conditions, but more complaints are lost to the board
of directors. Politicians that look to line their pockets before updating
repairs for inmates, run the board. No one cares if convicted criminals
complain about "unfair" living conditions. They were incarcerated for
punishment, not comfort. Most tax payers see them as animals that need to
be locked up off the streets. They are forgotten and unwanted members of
society, -the scary and depraved. Whatever happens to them behind bars is
more than likely deserved!

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The HOLE/44
MANHUNT

Pt-1

Saint Elizabeth's Hospital..., 25 minutes from Piedmont Penitentiary.
	Officer Andrew Roberts was taken to an area hospital for the
injuries he sustained during the prison riots, along with other officers
equally hurt in the riot. Police Captain David McConnell accompanied him,
concerned about his diagnosis. Prison guard Malik Jones confided in
McConnell of Andrew's rape, but didn't report it to the prison infirmary
due to confidentiality.
	Andrew was reviewed by a private doctor who examined his external
and internal injuries and concluded that while there were bruises and
contusions, there was no permanent damage done to the officer. After a few
weeks of bed rest and pain medications, he could return to work as good as
new. However, Captain McConnell had other plans for the prison guard's
employment.

Pt-2

	Bodies were being tagged and taken out of the underground tunnels
beneath the prison. In total, 8 inmates were shot by prison guards as they
tried to escape. The surviving Aryans that were captured alive in the
tunnels were placed in Solitary Confinement for interrogation while the
investigation and search continued. There were 5 deaths caused by the hands
of Aryan starting the attacks prior to the riot, and over one hundred
injured inmates seeking medical attention of some kind.
	Warden Dennis Ellis stopped short of calling a State Of Emergency
over the escaped convicts, only because he didn't want the public to panic
and demand his resignation.

	Officers combing Gardner's cell found evidence of their escape plan
through the correct tunnels in Sarge's (60 yr old deceased inmate --Seth
MacCathery's) handwriting, and a rendezvous on the outskirts of Valley
Forge Forest. A team of uniformed officers and state troopers were sent to
intercept, and arrest anyone caught assisting the escapees.

	Word spread quickly throughout the prison that a `break' had
occurred. No one knew who or how many inmates managed to escape until a
head count was taken. Guards forced all of the Aryans out of their cells
and into the center ground floor while they checked everyone's personal
effects. Ellis wanted everyone involved in this breaching caught and
punished for making him look incompetent to the media.
	It was there that Axe first spotted his old riding buddy Snake. The
two men made eye contact and smiled devilishly towards one another. There
was no doubt in Snake's mind that Gardner and his crew managed the breach,
and that Axe would be the Aryan's new next leader with him (Snake) by his
side. Snake couldn't wait to get his revenge on everyone that turned their
backs on him while Gardner was in control; Hammer, Luke, Ace, and all the
other inmates who butt fucked him under Bruce's command were going to know
what revenge felt like served COLD.

Pt-3

	C-Block
	Everyone is on lockdown. During the riots, Muslim inmate Abdul
Shabott wanted to stay in his cells while most of the prison went wild,
while Muhammad Shaeed wanted to get out and try to help stop it. Abdul
begged Muhammad not to go out into the path of violence which was running
rampant through the cell blocks. But Muhammad (being a man touched by
religion) felt compelled to try to talk some since into some of the inmates
he knew were better than their surroundings.
	So against Abdul's pleas and his better judgment, Muhammad ventured
out into the sea of angry inmates and began preaching tolerance. "Acting as
animals will not bring about change to this prison, organized protest and
reason are what's needed to show our discontent. The media will not hear
our story if all they see are wild men acting like animals, all they will
report is that `prison is the best place for them!'" Some of the inmates
listened, putting down their poles and weapons to return to their cells.
	Abdul couldn't help but be impressed by his man's
abilities. Watching Muhammad get through to the men's souls made him
remember why he was so connected with Muhammad in the first place.


Pt-4

	Prison Warden Dennis Ellis had a million meetings with state
officials who wanted to go over his procedures in handling riots and the
prison break. Media and other officials questioned the state of the turn of
the century prison, claiming it may be too old to efficiently hold such a
high volume of dangerous criminals. Ellis argued that the prison was in the
best shape it could be with the money he gets for repairs in his budget.

	Up to his eyebrows with questions and accusations, Ellis started to
look elsewhere for answers. He met with a religious organization about
bringing some form of alternative religion into the system. The
organization was called The Brotherhood, their base of operation was
nestled in the pines of Valley Forge on 25 Acers of land in a secluded
private residence with no phones, no television, and no outside contacts
just outside Philadelphia Pennsylvania, not far from the prison
itself. Members there live a simple life of prayer and worship as they
forfeit their worldly possessions and past relations. Its founding member
Paul Gordon (aka Brother Paul) met with Ellis in his office to explain what
his organization could do for inmates.

	Brother Paul insisted members of his religion were practitioners,
with the ability "to draw the badness from evildoers" through a form of
exorcism.

"And how do you do that?" asked Ellis, curiously.

"I could tell you, Warden..., but it would be much more effective if I
showed you." said Brother Paul.

"Would you need a guinea-pig?" asked the Warden, ready to order up an
inmate.

"That won't be necessary, Warden..., if I may, I could show my abilities on
you!" asked the man. Ellis sat back in his seat and laughed.

"So you believe I'm an evildoer?" he chuckled hardily.

"No..., but there is bad in each of us. I can focus my meditations on that
which is within you, and draw it out. You will feel it disperse
immediately!" insisted Paul.

"Okay..." said the Warden, volunteering. "...I'll be your guinea-pig! So
what do I have to do?" he asked.

"Please, stand." said Brother Paul, bringing the Warden from behind his
desk. When Ellis first saw the religious man walk through his door for
their appointment, he thought the man was crazy. He looked exactly like an
old fashion Monk, dressed in a long hooded over-robe with open toe
sandals. Brother Paul's reason for this was that all Brotherhood members
give up their worldly possessions including clothing, which could be quite
expensive. When Ellis asked what do they wear underneath the robes, Brother
Paul responded with "why nothing, of course". Ellis thought the inmates
would have a lovely time praying before naked clergymen with nothing on
under their gowns. Were these religious nuts asking to be raped?
	When Brother Paul stood up and began circling Ellis while chanting
a prayer in tongues and meditation, Ellis started to believe maybe this guy
was authentic. He worried that maybe some of his inner demons might be
recognized by the `Brother', revealing some of his true nature.

	Brother Paul looked to be in another zone as he chanted and moaned
in another language. He knelt down before Ellis with his head bowed, then
reached up and began undoing the Warden's trousers. Ellis jumped from the
unexpected touch, but curiously allowed the man to unfasten and unzip his
pants. Brother Paul reached into Ellis' underwear and pulled out his soft
penis while continuing to talk in tongues. He prayed over the penis in hand
for about a minute, then lifted his head and enveloped it in his mouth.
	Ellis was shocked by the religious man's actions, but did nothing
to stop him as he was very curious of the end result. He stood there over
the kneeling man while he suckled his dick, then started bobbing his head
back and forth. Ellis' dick started to grow and rise in his mouth, swelling
to its full 8 thick uncut inches.

	Brother Paul sucked cock like an expert, devouring Ellis' meat to
the root with each downward stroke. Ellis hadn't had his dick attended to
since the riots, having too many meetings and too many critics on his tail
to get a decent blow job from one of his inmates.
	Brother Paul had obviously had experience swallowing cock, as he
did so with ease. Ellis wondered if the religious man would swallow his
load. Brother Paul felt the cock steal up in his mouth, knowing the Warden
was close to cumming. He doubled his efforts and sucked harder, driving his
mouth further and further down on the black cock as he fought to get the
demons out of the prison leader. Ellis felt his muscles start to tense as
his dick pulsed and swelled. He grabbed the Monk's head just as his dick
started to shoot out thick full ropes of hot potent sperm into the man's
mouth.

"aaaaarrrrrrhhhhh...!!!" groaned Ellis, losing his semen to the Monk's
quick contracting throat. Each gush was instantly expertly swallowed,
leaving nothing to chance. Ellis hadn't cum in days, the volume was massive
in his balls, an ordinary inmate with little oral experience would have
lost most of the salty nectar to the floor, unable to keep up with it. But
Brother Paul was able to suck and swallow like an anaconda, taking
everything Ellis' dick gave without gag or protest. When Ellis felt his
orgasm finally pass, he released the Monk's head, allowing him his
freedom. Brother Paul continued to nurse the thick cock, making sure he got
all of the demons before removing his mouth.
	He looked up at the Warden and smiled.

"Is THAT what you call an exorcism?" asked Ellis, tucking his cock and
balls back into his pants.

"Did you not feel the demons released from your soul, Warden?" asked
Brother Paul. "I heard your cry as they were driven out..., it's that pain
your soul feels when it's being purified. The demons want to take hold of
your body and soul, our exorcisms remove them from the soul, allowing it to
return to its natural state of peace!" insisted the Brother.

"And...what happens if the demons return?" asked Ellis, curiously.

"Oh, it may take MANY exorcisms to properly cleanse the soul. The demons
are relentless, they will return again and again to claim what's
theirs. You would have to have a cleansing often to keep the demons removed
completely!" said the Brother.

"Daily?" asked Ellis.

"If need be." said Brother Paul.
	Ellis held out his hand.

"Well in that case Brother Paul, welcome to Piedmont Penitentiary! I'm sure
you and your members will find MANY men in need of your exorcisms!"

"I'm sure." smiled the man, shaking Ellis' hand to seal the deal.

Pt-5

VALLEY FORGE FORREST
	Phillip Murray and his dad Thomas were forced to follow escaped
inmates Alan Cooper, Donald Blake, and Joseph Justine as they made their
way through the thick heavy bush of the forrest towards their parked
car. The journey was a hike, as Thomas and his son had expected to spend
some quality time together before returning back to civilization as we know
it. But their vacation was cut short by the arrival of the escaped
convicts. Convicts who raped Thomas Murray in front of his teen son.
	Thomas found it hard to even look his son in the eye. Phillip had
seen him suck another man's dick to completion, forced to swallow his cream
as he came gushing out of his erupting cock in buckets. Phillip could still
see his father's throat swallowing the salty cream as it spilled out of the
corners of his mouth like thick sauce. Phillip remembered getting a hardon
watching his father humiliated by the hard convicts, making him take their
heavy loads as they pushed in up in the tent and butt fucked him
again. Thomas' ass still hurt from the heavy pounding it took from two of
the three convicts. Justine (for whatever reason) refrained from raping the
man, perhaps taking pity on him after suffering much of the same fate in
prison (chaps----).

	The men trot through the forest, led by Thomas with the promise of
freedom upon the taking of their car. Thomas was all too willing to part
with his 2007 Monty Carlo Sports 23X if it meant ending this fiasco. He
didn't trust Cooper and Blake as they had just physically fucked him
literally, but he had very little choice if he wanted the convicts out of
his and his son's lives. He instructed Phillip to do whatever the inmates
asked of them to insure their freedom. Cooper took this to mean having
cart-blanche over the prisoners, as he really wanted to bust the 16 yr old
son's anal cherry.

	Phillip Murray was your average high schooler; he got straight B's
and C's in most of his classes, obsessed over video games too much, helped
his mom around the house too little, and resented his parents every step of
the way. Having grown up in a divided household, Phillip blamed his father
with most of his resentment. It wasn't until this very trip to the
Mountains that he and his dad finally started to heal old wounds. Thomas
feared that seeing his father humiliated might make Phillip resent him in
other ways. He was just starting to bond with his son when he was force
fucked before him.

"How much longer to the fucking car?" asked Blake, tired of walking and
running since escaping the prison.

"No much longer..." informed Thomas, hoping to get there soon. "...we're
parked just at the ridge of the cliffs leading up into the Forrest. Just at
the foot the face!"

"Good..., cause my cock's getting hungry for some more butt pussy!" said
Cooper, groping his crotch as they walked through the heavy forage. He
couldn't take his eyes off young Phillip's ass as he walked ahead of
him. He wanted to bust the boy's anal cherry something bad, his dick
actually ached to get up inside the youngster's roost and cream his virgin
innards.
	5 minutes later he could take no more taunting, and grabbed Phillip
from behind to force him over a fallen log. Thomas and the others heard
Phillip yell as they turned to see Cooper ripping at the seat of the boy's
pants.

"No! Stop! We had an agreement!" yelled Thomas, running towards his
son. Justine grabbed Thomas as he tried to run past him.

"I didn't agree to shit!!" denied Cooper, exposing the boy's pale ass as
Phillip fought to free himself.

"Alan..., we don't have TIME for this! We NEED to keep moving!" warned
Blake, wanting to get to the car as soon as possible.

"We got time for a quickie!" said Cooper, spitting into his hand as he
lubed the boy's ass crack with salvia.

"Gardner dumped us out here in the middle of nowhere while HE ran off on
his own..., there's no telling which trail the police'r covering first. I'd
bet it's ours! We need to get to that car and get as far away from here as
physically possible! We've wasted too much time fucking around already!!"

"A five minute break to drain my balls won't hurt nothing!" argued
Cooper. "We about to dump this father and son, why not get one last fuck
out of them before we split?"

"Get it at the car! Let's just keep moving!" answered Blake, ready to leave
Cooper where he stood.

"Okay, okay!!" sighed Cooper, releasing the boy back to his father. "Your
ass may be safe now, kid..., but we'd better get to that car quick, or
else...!!"
	Thomas pushed Phillip ahead of him and away from Cooper as they
started back down the mountain. Phillip pulled up his torn pants as his
father led them back down the path they took up the day before. 10 minutes
later they reached the foot of their destination. Thomas' car was parked
right where he left it, the only car in the parking area, signifying that
they were perhaps the only souls visiting the mountain the day of the
prison break.

"Finally, some wheels!!" cheered Blake, feeling better now that they had
transportation.

"Happy now?" asked Cooper, still nursing his hardon.

"I'll be `happy' once we're on the road and out of Pennsylvania!" said
Blake, unlocking Thomas' car door as he jumped behind the driver's seat.

"Is NOW a good time to get that fuck?" asked Cooper, eyeing Phillip
intently.

"Do whatever you want!" said Blake, starting up the car to make sure it
worked. "Just be quick about it! We don't have all day!"
	Cooper smiled broadly as he approached Phillip and Thomas, his cock
already pressing out the front of his trousers.

"So how bout it, kid?" he taunted, pulling his cock free. "Shall we pick up
where we left off?" Phillip backed away, fear gripping him at the thought
of losing his anal virginity.

"No! I'll take your cock!" insisted Thomas, blocking Cooper's path to his
son.

"No..., I think junior here wants a shot. Don't you boy?" asked Cooper,
staring at the shocked 16 yr old.

"No, please! Not my son! You promised to leave him alone if I got you to my
car!" yelled Thomas, blocking Phillip protectively.

"I ain't promised shit!" said Cooper angrily, ready to fuck something.

"Leave the kid alone, Alan! Ain't fucking the father enough?" asked
Justine, tired of Cooper's prowess.

"Breaking in cherry-pie is never enough!!" insisted Cooper, his dick ready
to cream at the mere thought of butt fucking the boy.

"No! Please, I'll do whatever you want!" pleaded Thomas. "I'll be your
hostage! You can fuck me anytime you get ready! Just let my son go!!"
	Cooper's ears perked with the offer of having a willing pussyboy at
his disposal during their long journey.

"You gotta deal, dad!" he agreed at the last minute. "Get out of here, kid!
Scat before I change my mind!"

"Dad, don't..." said Phillip, fearing for his father's safety.

"Phillip, do as I say..., RUN as fast as you can and don't look back!
Remember where the Ranger's Station is? Go there for help, they will take
you back to your mother's!"

"But what about YOU, dad? I can't leave you alone with these guys! They'll
kill you!" cried Phillip, fearing he'd never see his dad alive again.

"I don't think they're worried about killing me, son! Now GO! Before its
too late!" warned Thomas, pushing his son away.

"I love you dad!" said the boy in tears, running away as fast as his teen
legs could take him.

"Wasn't that touching?" asked Cooper, sarcastically. "Now get your ass into
the back seat before I run your son over with your own car!" ordered
Cooper. Thomas did as told as Cooper began pulling at his pants to expose
his bare ass. Thomas knew not to fight them as Phillip was not yet out of
reach. He'd have to let them have their way until he was sure Phillip was
safe, THEN he could resist and fight back as strongly as he could.
	Blake watched through the rear-view mirror as Cooper climbed on
Thomas' back and shoved his cock up the poor straight man's ass. Thomas
yelled in pain as his bowels were invaded once again, his face pressed down
to the back seat as Cooper fucked him from behind.

	Justine climbed into the passenger seat in front beside Blake, and
listened to Cooper butt fuck their hostage. He could see Blake massaging
his crotch as he watched Cooper get some ass. Justine reached over and
placed his hand on his former police partner's crotch and squeezed his
hardon. Blake looked over at Justine, then motioned for him to
continue. Justine reached in and pulled out Blake's hard cock before
leaning over and going down on it. Blake held back a moan as he continued
to watch Cooper through the rear-view mirror.

	Justine bobbed his head in Blake's lap, sucking his best friend's
dick down into the very back of his talented throat. Having sucked many
cocks in prison during his imposition with his Aryan cellmates, Justine had
become quite accustomed to having thick dicks shoved down his throat. In
fact, he'd developed quite a taste for the salty nectar, his ex-partner
Donald Blake's especially.
	While Justine bobbed his head, tasting his first dick in days,
Blake continued to eyeball Cooper who was now fucking the living shit out
of Thomas Murray. Murray screamed and grunted painfully after every thrust,
his sore asshole taking the brunt of impact as the cock bore deeply into
his cum lined guts.

	Blake could feel himself starting to orgasm from the mixture of sex
in the back seat, and Justine's talented mouth sucking up and down the
length of his dick. Justine could taste the rich pre-cum forming at the tip
of the penis as he sucked, his stomach craving the creamy load as he sucked
harder for more.
	Blake's cock started to swell and tingle as his balls knotted and
began to spew. Blake's eyes rolled up to his head as the cum shot from his
dick, bathing Justine's throat in rich thick cream. Justine choked and
swallowed the gush of semen submissively as Blake locked his hands up in
his hair. After Blake's climax, the front windshield shattered, causing
thousands of pieces of tiny glass to implode inward. Blake's head bounced
backwards, then slowly lifted up to reveal a single gunshot through the
forehead. Blood gushed out of the back of his head as he slumped forward,
his hardened dick still pulsating wildly in his ex-partner's throat.

"What the fuck was that...??!" asked Cooper, ripping his hardon from
Thomas' ass after seeing Blake's head explode. He jumped from the back seat
of the car (his pants still down around his ankles) when he was hit twice
in the chest by two long range bullets. Cooper fell backwards onto the dirt
ground, gasping for breath as the life quickly ran out of him.
	Thomas remained hidden in the back seat as police and state
troopers quickly approached the car. They held the four doors open and
yelled for the living occupants to get out and onto the ground. Justine was
freed from the weight of Blake as the cock was ripped from his mouth and he
was thrown to the ground and roughly handcuffed while Thomas was taken from
the back seat and roughly thrown next to Justine when Phillip came running
up in protest.

"No...! No, that's MY DAD!!!" he yelled to police.

"Where's the forth convict?" asked one of the troopers, holding his rifle.

"I don't know nothing about no forth convict, there were only three that
attacked us!" assured Phillip, breaking through the police guard to hug his
father.
	The two men cried together as former officer Joe Justine was taken
back into custody.

Pt-6

	Helicopters began to circle overhead as 43 yr old Bruce Gardner ran
through the forest searching for freedom. He'd broken away from his
buddies, knowing it would be easier for police to capture a pack of
convicts rather than an individual.
	He ran through brooks and streams to cut off his scent from any
Bloodhounds that maybe in chase. His was tired, breathless, and hungry when
finally he spotted a gray sedan parked along a lone roadside. Gardner
breathed a sigh of relief as he approached the man inside the car carefully
and cautiously.

"Bout time you showed up..." said the man as Gardner jumped into the
passenger's seat. "...I was just getting ready to leave!"

"Leave...?" asked Gardner, doubtfully. "...and risk me telling the cops
that YOU helped me escape? That it was YOU that led me through the correct
tunnels from the prison? I doubt it!"

"Yeah, whatever! Where's the rest of my money? You said I'd get more money
if I helped you escape?"

"Oh don't worry, officer Dobbins, --you'll get what's coming to you!" said
Gardner, as they sped off down the road and out of sight.

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