Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2007 10:13:35 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-42

	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/42
THE RIOT-3
BEYOND ENEMY LINES

Pt-1

	Piedmont Penitentiary was in an uproar. Inmates were going crazy,
fighting, and rioting. Guards caught working within the prison Blocks at
the time the riots broke out was subjected to danger from the
inmates. While most were able to get to safety before they were turned on,
several were caught by surprised as they tried to break up fights and
regain control of the situations.
	One such guard was 22 yr old Andrew Roberts, who found himself
surrounded by angry inmates who found his uniform offensive. At first he
was being beaten as inmates went wild and started hitting anything in
sight. But then he was dragged into a corner where his uniform was stripped
from his body. Andrew screamed for help as he was forced onto his hands and
knees while someone started to push his fat dick into his ass. Andrew
protested verbally but was cut off as another dick forced its way into his
open mouth. Andrew was fucked front and back simultaneously by inmates who
used and abused his body for their amusement. Andrew was fucked repeatedly
by the convicts, one after the other, --his young soft body a definite turn
on to the hard convicts looking for someplace soft to shove their big
dicks. Andrew was forced to submit to their control as they fed him hard
dick front and back, firing load after load of salty, bitter, hole clogging
semen into his body.

Pt-2

	In the Processing Room where new inmates are held before
introduction into population, the alarms are going haywire. The guards
processing the new fish rounded them up and rustled them into a holding
cell for their own safety and control. It was there while they were being
unwatched by guards who ran off to help security the prison, that the new
inmates started to become anxious.

"What the fuck you think's going on?" asked one inmate, a young black male
accused of dealing drugs.

"From the sounds of the alarms, I'd think a prison break or a riot of some
sort." answered another newbie, a scrounge caucasian inmate nick named
Axe. Axe knew the guards would be busy elsewhere if indeed there was
something serious going on in another end of the prison, so he knew they
were likely being unsupervised as unworried about as he started to size up
the other inmates in lockup with him. There were 10 in all; him (Axe), Roc
(Malecee Cortez [undercover] ), 2 other white men in for various crimes, 2
puertoricans, 2 black inmates, and 2 mixed inmates Axe wasn't sure which
category they belonged in. Axe decided now was the time to separate the men
from the boys.
	Axe walked over to where Roc was sitting, waiting for their process
to be completed. He scooted over to make room on the bench, thinking Axe
was going to sit down between him and one of the other inmates. When Axe
stopped by Roc, he simply smiled down at him with a sneaky grin, then
hauled off and punched the inmate sitting next to him square in the
face. The young inmate was caught completely off guard as the impact of the
fist knocked his head back into the stone wall, causing duel pain in both
directions.

	The other inmates stood by and watched as Axe dragged the inmate
off the bench, then proceeded to kick him in the groin and stomach while he
tried to protect himself. Some of the inmates egged him on, loving the
unprovoked violence as a way to relieve frustration while other inmates
like Roc looked on in total shock.
	Roc noticed no one was rushing to aid the beaten man, they simply
either watched in horror or encouraged the attacker by shouting
endorsements. When Axe flipped the now barely conscious inmate onto his
belly and started to rip off his prison issued pants, Roc jumped up and
stopped him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked, feeling obligated to
stop the rape before it happened.

"I'm about to get me some ass, school-boy!" smiled Axe, undoing his pants
to expose his hardon. "Unless YOU want to do me the honors?" he asked,
recalling Roc's hunky ass during inspection (chap-40, pt-4).

"You've already proven you're the bigger man, beating him up ain't enough?
You gotta steal away his manhood as well?" asked Roc, making his point.

"Ain't no doubt I'm the bigger man..." clarified Axe, slapping his hardon
as it bobbed up and down anxiously. "...what I want is some ass! So unless
you're offering, I suggest you back off or get in line!"

"The line starts back here!" said one of the black inmates, fisting his own
hardon as soon as he saw the fallen inmate's ass come into view.
	Roc stepped back as he watched Axe climb down on top of the weaker
inmate. He watched Axe spit into the palm of his hand for lubricant as he
aimed his cock up to the ass crack and leaned in with his body weight. The
inmate screamed aloud, his asshole roughly penetrated before he even
stepped foot in population. Roc was forced to stand by and watch the rape,
or blow his cover as an inmate.

	Axe humped hard into the prone inmate lying beneath him. He held
him down as he rode his ass like a master rapist. Roc (Malecee) knew Axe
had done this type of thing before, and wondered if this was one of reasons
he was now imprisoned?
	In the background, he could see other inmates rubbing themselves,
looking to get in on the free pussy available. The man on the floor
withered in pain as his asshole was fucked wildly. Axe humped up into the
mulatto man's ass with hard strokes, fucking in and out as he drove his
white cock deep into the anus. The fucking only took a few minutes (about 6
in total), but felt like a lifetime to the prone man on the bottom. When
Axe came, he shot a river of biker scum in the man's ass, filling him with
trailer gunk.

	After cumming, Axe pulled his dick from the abused hole and stood
up. He stared directly at Roc, and smirked as he wiped his dick off on the
man's shirt. The black inmate quickly took his place, shoving his own
sizable dick into the mulatto's ass and fucking him hard. Roc simply retook
his seat, hating himself for not doing more to stop it.

Pt-3

	In D-Block (more commonly known as `Ricanville'), rumors of the
riot was just reaching them. Inmates ran in with news of fallen companions
due to Aryan attacks. Puertoricans ran for the prison yard as well as other
various places having reported attacks. Carlos Rodriguez burst into his
brother's cell as Raul was lying back listening to his headphones.

"Ra'..., there's riots breaking out all over the prison! I hear the
Aryans'r killing blacks and Ricans on sight! David's in the rec room with
Alex! We need to get down there now!"

"Go on..., have fun." said Raul, replacing his headphones.

"C'mon Ra'..., it's DAVID!" said Carlos, thinking it might make a
difference. "He's our brother!"

"Not anymore! I only have ONE brother now!" said Raul.
	Carlos looked at his older brother with disappointment, then ran
off to find David. Raul leaned back in bed and replaced his headphone as
Romero entered his cell. Raul's eyes locked on his father as soon as he saw
him.

"So you're not the least bit concerned about your brother...?" asked
Romero, staring at his son as he sat up in bed. "...that's fucked up! That
ain't how I raised you to be!"

"No?" asked Raul, standing his ground as he stood up and faced his
father. "So how did you raise us..., to fuck each other over as soon as our
backs are turned?"

"I've tried and tried to get you to understand my point of view, Raul..."
said Romero, shaking his head as he stepped deeper into the cell. "...it's
not easy running a family nowadays, especially from prison..., but I did my
best with you boiz. I tried to teach you what it means to be a man, to make
decisions on what you KNOW and not what you believe. But I see we just
don't see eye to eye. And in prison, we can't have two leaders running the
same gang, one of us has got to back down. I don't suppose you plan to do
so without a fight?"

"I'm not a kid no more..., I don't follow blindly anymore, --I lead now."
said Raul.
	Father and son stared each other in the eye as the sounds of sirens
and ciaos went on around them. Raul saw his father's fists ball just before
he charged, coming at his son at full throttle. Raul braced himself and
fought back, striking his father about the face as Romero lay 3 quick blows
to his son's body. They fought like cats and dogs in that tiny cell,
battling for their lives as well as respect and position.
	Romero had the upper hand of experience and wisdom on his side,
while Raul had youth and strength on his. Both men did impressive damage to
the other, giving each other bruises that would take weeks to heal. But it
was Romero who pulled a home-made pick knife from his person, stabbing his
son once in the shoulder.

	Raul screamed in pain as the knife sank through his flesh, causing
blood to gush forth from the wound. Romero used Raul's temporary lapse in
judgment to his advantage, ramming Raul's head into the cement wall to
knock him unconscious, then physically threw him out of the cell and onto
the edge of the catwalk.
	Raul was dazed by the stab wound as well as the head trauma. He was
slow to recover as Romero appeared over his back. He picked Raul up off the
catwalk, and forced him over the metal railing 3 stories up from the ground
floor.

"Any other inmate in any other prison would kill you now for opposing his
authority and undermining his ideals! But since you're my son, I'll spare
your miserable life! But not without a price!" said Romero, yanking down
Raul's prison pants to reveal his bare backside. "You NEED to learn
respect! Respect for your father, and respect for his leadership! You don't
oppose me in family, or position! I'm the only fucking leader you follow!
Understand?!"
	Raul heard his father spit into his hand, then felt him smear the
spittle up his ass crack against his anus. Raul stirred as Romero placed
his cock head up against his virgin hole, then started to force his way
inside.

"NOOOOOO..!!!" yelled Raul, trying to avoid the inevitable.
	He felt the pressure of his father's dick pushing into his anus as
he looked down over the edge. From below he could see inmates running
amuck, setting small fires and avoiding guards who tried to tame them. Raul
felt his sphincter muscles protesting angrily as his father's dick head
pried him open. He screamed aloud as the head forced his anal ring to
stretch wide. Suddenly there was a brief struggle, then Raul heard his
father yelling as he fell over the railing, losing his footing as he fell 3
stories to his death on the ground floor below.
	Raul's eyes widened at the last sight of his father's face as he
fell. He saw the panic in his eyes just before he hit the ground, the
impact causing his skull to crack open as blood gushed all over the floor
like red paint. From above, it looked as if Romero was looking back up at
him, but Raul knew his eyes were vacant.

"You okay?" asked Carlos, pulling his brother Raul down from the
railing. Raul's pants were still down around his thighs as fell to his weak
knees beside his brother. "I...I came back to talk some sense into you, and
saw dad about to..., --I HAD to stop him! Fucking one brother was enough!"
he said, tears rolling down his face at the thought of killing his own dad.
	Raul hugged his brother, ignoring the noises going from around them
as the riot continued.

Pt-4

	Malik Jones and several of the other prison guards managed to fend
off inmates who tried to overwhelm their stations and pass over into the
Administrative side of the building. Once regrouping and donning prison
riot gear, the guards (armed with tear gas grenades, face masks, helmets,
shields, batons, and tazers) re-enter the prison to gain control and rescue
fallen officers.

	When the bars open, gas grenades were tossed in to render inmates
helpless. The guards move in quickly as they subdued everyone within reach,
forcing them on the floors and binding their wrists behind their backs. The
tear gas burned their eyes, making it impossible to see. Some inmates
panicked and had to be taken down by force, while others quickly
surrendered to the pain and gave up easily.
	Malik wandered further into the prison, looking for officer Andrew
who hadn't made it out to safety. All along the way, inmates were rendered
helpless by tear gas as well as tasers leaving the convicts crumbled to the
floor in pain. Malik noticed a tattered guard's uniform lying on the floor
and noticed `A. Roberts' on the chest. Malik rushed forth to find a large
group of inmates piled in around the fallen guardsman. Andrew was being
physically assaulted front and back as inmates fucked his mouth and ass
with brutal thrusts.

	Andrew felt the hard male appendages plunging through his holes,
fucking him forcibly as they pounded him with hard penetrating
thrusts. He'd been fucked by countless men thus far, with no end in sight
when he suddenly heard the commotion of inmates being forced off him.
	The crowd of men fucking him were distracted when officer Jones
walked up and yelled for them to disperse. The inmates saw Malik as another
ass to fuck, and quickly turned on him too. Malik caught the first two
inmates with his tazer weapon, shooting them from a distance and causing
them to fall over painfully from mild electrocution. But the number of
inmates were many, as they quickly moved in to disarm the officer. Malik
managed to send off a gas grenade, but it exploded behind the charging
crowd to effect the inmates fucking officer Andrew. Malik was attacked and
overpowered as inmates slammed him to the ground and ripping at his mask
and uniform. Officer Malik was punched repeatedly as the clothes were
ripped from his body like tissue paper. Now naked from the waist down, he
was flipped over onto his stomach and his legs spread apart to reveal his
luscious buttock. Inmates grinned devilishly as they prepared their dicks
for fucking. Malik looked into the cloud of gas his grenade caused, seeing
affected inmates coming out rubbing their burning eyes and gasping for
breath. He felt the first dick push up between his ass cheeks as he
tightened his hole and screamed out for help. The first dick penetrated
him, forcing his asshole open as it burrowed deeply inside his body.

"YEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!!!" yelled the inmate, triumphantly. He felt the asshole
clamp down on his dick as it tried to squeeze him out. He started to fuck
the officer violently when out of no where, Marvin Rollins came running in
like a mad bull out of hell. He mauled over inmates with one punch from his
massive muscled 250 pound body as he plowed through them like statues.
	Malik watched in awe as Marvin fought off at least 10 inmates,
beating them senseless before coming to Malik's aid. The guy fucking Malik
yanked his dick from the hole and tried to run, but Marvin caught him
around the neck in a headlock as Malik climbed to his feet.

"You okay?" asked Marvin as Malik recovered.

"Yeah..." said Malik, walking up to the captured inmate. The convict begged
Malik and Marvin for mercy, but Malik was far past mercy as his asshole
throbbed painfully. He ended the fight by kicking the inmate hard in his
exposed balls, causing him to pass out instantly. Marvin released his grip
on the man's neck and watched him crumble to the ground.

"Damn..., remind me to stay on your good side!" said Marvin, as Malik
donned on his clothing and went looking for Andrew.

	Officer Andrew and the inmates that were fucking him lay on the
ground, gasping from the effects of the gas. Marvin and Malik picked him up
and took him to a nearby cell where they doused his burning eyes with cold
water.
	Andrew was dazed and weak kneed as he was still stunned from the
beatings and fucking he received. Malik gathered up his clothing before
other officers could rush in and see that he had been sexually assaulted.

"Thanks, Marvin!" said Malik sincerely, realizing what the inmate just did
for him.
	Other guards came rushing in with riot gear, yelling for everyone
to hit the floor. Marvin was grabbed and roughly thrown to the ground as
the officers attended to Malik and Andrew. "No! Not him! He..., he helped
us!!" said Malik, as the guards bound his wrists.

Pt-5

	The prison was put on complete and utter lockdown. Outside the
prison Philadelphia and state police gather along with the news media as
word of the riot reached outside sources. 52 yr old Dennis Ellis told
reporters in a conference that everything was "under control", and that his
men had "taken back" the prison. He was vague on how the riot started or
exactly how many inmates and personnel were injured.
	From a distance Captain David L. McConnell and officer Jake
Valentine (from Precinct-23) were there, concerned for friends that lay
behind enemy lines. McConnell was worried for his undercover officer
Malecee Cortez, as well as former officer Malik Jones and his lover Andrew
Roberts. He knew how inmates used riots to settle scores with guardsmen,
even taking out grudges on officers who had nothing to do with them, they
just took out the punishment on the uniforms rather than the
individuals. He worried that either (or all) of them could be in danger. He
know officer Cortez and Malik could take of themselves, having worked under
his tutelage for years, --but McConnell wasn't so sure of Andrew's
abilities. He spotted Police Commissioner Bradley nearby, and ran over for
conference.

"Commissioner...!!" he called, leading through the maze of people gathered
out on the lawn of the prison. "...may I have a word with you?"

"What is it, McConnell?" asked Commissioner Bradley, an stern, firm, older
man who took no shit.

"Do you think Warden Ellis is fit to run a prison?" asked McConnell in
confidence. "I've heard a lot of things about Ellis' practices..., and now
the riot? He seems to be holding on by a tread..." whispered McConnell,
away from prying ears.

"Similar questions arose about YOU as well McConnell, --least we forget the
`Precinct-23 debacle' last year when you lost control of your officers? Do
you remember officers Gardner, Withmen, Cooper, Blake, and Justine going on
a killing spree and intimidating witnesses and extorting drugs and money
from drug dealers on the streets? You're lucky to still have you job after
that debacle!" snared Bradley.

"Let's not forget what roles the City Council and Mayor Edwards played in
that incident, Commissioner! The list of tainted names goes well higher
than just the officers in MY Precinct!" reminded McConnell.

"Regardless..., one shouldn't throw stones at one man's home when he's
living in a glass house of his own!" informed Bradley. "Just be happy I
granted you your undercover investigation..., and let's just hope for the
sake of your undercover officer that your suspicions and allegations aren't
true!" added Bradley, before walking off.

Pt-6

	During the lockdown, all inmates were forced into their assigned
cells while guards went over the `head count' to make sure all everyone was
present and accounted for. It was then, --2 hours after the riots began,
that prison guards realized inmates from the Aryan Block missing.
	Guards were sent down into the basement where they found the
usually closed off sections leading to the underground tunnels broken
open. An "Escape" was announced as armed guards entered the tunnels with
orders to shoot on sight.

	Deep in the tunnels, inmates could be heard scurrying in the
dark. For those who weren't caught in tear gas bombs and rendered helpless,
they fell to the fire of guards who shot them on sight, killing many of the
would-be escapees before they could reach the outside barriers.
	For former police officer Bruce Gardner and his men (Alan Cooper,
Joseph Justine, and Donald Blake), freedom started one mile away from the
penitentiary, where they emerged from one of only a few unsealed
exits. Freedom never tasted so good as when the cold air hit their
faces. They ran like bats out of hell as they ran for a pre-determined
destination.

	Word quickly spread among the surviving Aryans that Gardner and his
boys set them up for a fall. While guards were busy with the riot and
capturing the escapees in the tunnels under the prison, Gardner and his men
took the only known escape route, leaving the rest to slow down pursuit.

Pt-7

	Once inmates were on lockdown, the new arrivals were taken from
Processing and escorted to their new homes. Undercover officer (Malecee
Cortez) was taken to the Aryan lockdown along with Axe. They were placed in
a cell together as cellmates. When the bars closed (locking them in), Axe
took the bottom bunk leaving the top to Cortez. Cortez knew he'd have to
sleep with one eye open with Axe, seeing how violently the man raped
another prisoner just hours ago.
	Snake (Oliver Ross) noticed Axe as soon as he walked through the
cell block. An old friend from his biker days (chap-17, pt-3), they used to
be `road dawgs' together. Snake knew as soon as he saw Axe, that a change
was in the air. With Axe by his side backing him up, Snake would be able to
reclaim his status and manhood as rightful leader of the Aryan in place of
the fallen Sarge. He beamed to himself as he sat and waited for the
lockdown to end, he wouldn't be able to notify Axe that he's here until
they're able to roam again.

Pt-8

	In Cell Block-B, the Mandingos are currently without a leader. 40
yr old Duke Daniels lay in bed feeling the aftermath of his anal rape. He
knows his reputation as a drug lord and Cartel leader are over, having
survived a rape from his entire cell block. Duke lay in disgrace and
humiliation, the cum of over 40 inmates coating his dark skin and dripping
from his ruined asshole. During the riot he was fucked endlessly, the
parade of dicks flooding his bowels were a `guess who's' of DNA. Duke came
multiple times while getting his ass served, even his `bitch' fucked him,
adding to his humiliation. And while on lockdown, he was unable to shower
off the sticky glue that coated his muscular body.

	Duke lay in bed, his mind a mess of lust and tension. His dick
stood rock hard, 10 and 1/2 inches of deep dark meat stood upright from his
groin. Duke stroked it in memory of his rape. He recalled all the hard
dicks forcing their way into his ass, fucking his sore gut and shooting
gobs of hot cum into his very bowels.
	Turned on by the thought of it all, Duke raised his legs up off the
bed and began fingering his cum clogged anus. His fingers entered the round
ring easily, aided by all the semen still oozing from the swollen hole.

	Duke had fucked hundreds of men over the years he'd spent in
prison, beating them up and stealing their respect and manhood by turning
them into pussieboiz for inmates to pay to fuck. Duke never saw it
happening to himself in a million years, believing himself to be too manly
to fall for such a lure. Now he was exactly what he feared most as he
fingered his own ass and dreamed of a hard dick fucking his gut.

	One man in particular entered Duke's head among others; Marvin
Rollins. Duke had always been impressed by the big man's muscles and big
dick (10 solid inches). It was Marvin's dick that did the worse damage to
his asshole, opening him up for all the others to come later. Duke jacked
his massive manhood while thinking of Marvin Rollins fucking him again. He
pushed 3 beefy fingers into his own ass as he lifted and spread his legs
wider to give himself deeper access.
	Duke pumped wildly at his huge phallus as his roughly jammed his
fingers in and out of his newly formed man-pussie. Cum oozed around his
probing fingers, coating them completely as he stroked himself
vigorously. The sperm shot from his dick like machine gun pellets, painting
his chest and stomach as he groaned out "Marvin"s name. After cumming he
removed his fingers, causing spent semen to gush from his spasming bowels
to spill out all over the bed.

	Duke merely fell back against the pillows, his huge manhood lay
dying slowly across his thick thigh. Tomorrow would be a new day, and Duke
couldn't wait to spend it on his hands and knees getting fucked silly.

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