Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2007 22:20:35 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole -52

	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/52
FINAL DESTINATION

Pt-1

	32 yr old undercover police officer Malecee Cortez (Roc), stood
before the prison Cartel: Axe, Genuwine, Marvin, Carlos, and Pablo, --all
heads of the prison's top 3 racial divides (the Aryans, the Mandingos, and
the Rootboiz).

"What the fuck did you say...??" asked Axe, grabbing Justine by the roots
of his hair and forcing him to sit upright on the cold metal table he was
just recently butt raped on.

"Cortez...!" wrenched Justine in pain, pointing at Roc. "That's him!"

"THAT's the cop?" asked Axe, looking up at Cortez. "You sure??"

"Yeah man! We worked together at the same Precinct!" assured Justine.

"A cop..??!" asked Genuwine, staring at Cortez bewildered. "You let a
fucking COP into our order?!" he asked nervously.

"Like I fuckin' knew!" snarled Axe, letting go of Justine as he reached
into his belt for his shank. Cortez backed up cautiously as he surmised the
situation quickly.

"Yea..., I'm an undercover officer for the Philadelphia police department!"
yelled Cortez, confirming the suspicions incase any of the inmates were
thinking of harming him physically. "I'm not here for your Cartel..., I'm
investigating the Warden and the disappearance of several inmates!"

"Bullshit!!" yelled Axe. "You crazy if you think we're letting you out of
here alive!"

"I don't have anything against YOU guys, I'm only here for the Warden!"
defended Cortez, still easing backwards. "But if you harm me in anyway,
you'll only hurt any chances you all might have for parole!"

"Fuck parole! How they gonna know WE killed you if you're dead?!" grinned
Axe.

"Naw..., wait a minute..." said Marvin, --thinking. "I ain't in here for no
murder..., and I ain't about to kill no cop!"

"You're crazy if you think this PIG ain't gonna tell all he knows about us
running a drug ring behind bars! He's a COP! It's his JOB to fuck us over!
He came into MY Block pretending to be an Aryan only to get in tight with
the Cartel!" explained Axe, anxiously.

"That sounds like an Aryan brothers issue..." said Genuwine, also not
wanting any parts of a cop killing. "...they didn't send him into the
Mandingo's nest!"

"Nor the Rootboiz!" agreed Carlos.

"So you saying this is MY problem to deal with alone?" asked Axe, looking
around at the minorities. "I thought we were ALL supposed to be in this
group together as ONE group!"

"Yeah..., when it comes to drug dealing and sharing profits, ain't nobody
interested in you personal hang-ups with cops, dawg!" reasoned Genuwine.

"Take care of your personal issues on the streets!" agreed Carlos, tapping
his boi Pablo on the arm as they turned and left the prison's kitchen to
head back to their cell block.

"This is fucked up!" yelled Axe, still holding his shank in hand. "I
should've known I couldn't trust no fuckin' niggers and spics!" he said,
causing Marvin and Genuwine to leave as well (but not without a few choice
words of their own). "Go on, GO! I'll take care of this matter on my own!"
he yelled, looking over at Cortez. "Officer Cortez, eh...?" he asked,
staring the undercover officer over hard. "...that's a spic's name! You're
not even white!"
	Cortez said nothing as he stood ready to react. He was surprised
but happy that the Mandingos and the Rootz decided not to get involved, but
that still left him with a knife yielding racist Aryan to contend with.

"So..., you think the white race is superior, huh...?" asked Cortez,
devising a plan to rid Axe of his weapon.

"Damn right!" responded Axe, proudly. "We OWN this fuckin' country! ALL
minorities should bow down and suck our collective cocks just for allowing
you to live here!"
	Cortez laughed.

"So you think you're superior AND almighty?!" antagonized Cortez. "Why
don't you drop that knife and see which race is stronger?" he challenged.
	Axe stared into Malecee's eyes for a full minute, as if trying to
decide what to do. Mal could see the anger and resentment on the biker's
face as he predictably dropped the knife onto the floor, then balled his
fists.

"Whatever!" he said, moving into fighting stance. "After I'm done beating
the shit out of you, I'm gonna flip you over and fuck that furry ass of
yours I've been wanting since I got here!" threatened Axe, slowly
approaching Cortez.
	Cortez was no stranger to fighting; as a police officer he had
training in how to defend himself properly from an aggressive suspect, --he
also had experience in street fights well before becoming an officer when
he grew up in the rough streets of Kennsington in North Philly.
	He and Axe squared off, sizing each other up as they circled each
other waiting for the other's first move. Axe was 5-11, 200 solid pounds of
thick mass with long stringy hair and a multitude of brightly colored
tattoos all over his body. Malecee Cortez was 5-10, 174 lbs with a medium
muscular build. The men circled and surmised their opponent before Axe
charged in with the first swing. He missed as Cortez easily side stepped it
then landed a left in Axe's side. Axe responded immediately by swinging a
left of his own, hitting Cortez about the face as the 32 yr old police
officer tried to shake it off quickly.

"I'm gonna whoop yur stinking puertorican ass!!" yelled Axe, charging again
as he tackled Cortez like a linebacker and rammed him backwards into one of
the steel tables lining the kitchen. The impact hurt Cortez's back as he
clinched his hands together overhead, and spiked his elbows down hard into
Axe's exposed back. "AARRHHH..!!" yelled the biker in pain as Cortez
quickly gripped the edge of the table to level his body as he lifted his
legs and kicked Axe away with the soles of his feet.
	Axe sailed backwards onto the floor before jumping up in
defense. The two men stared angrily at each other for a moment, the hatred
building in their guts as they ran towards one another and started
pummeling each other with an array of mighty blows. Each man grunted and
groaned as they threw punches and received back as many as they gave. When
Axe bit Cortez's arm in a locked position, Cortez picked up an empty sheet
pan and smacked his clean across Axe's face. Blood gushed from the inmate's
nose as he yelled hysterically and tackled Cortez into the pot rack. Pots
and pans hit the ceramic floor as Axe pounded Cortez about the face and
upper body with his fists. Cortez gripped and handful of Axe's long hair
and yanked it until the biker was forced on his side. Using the hair as an
anchor, Cortez gripped it by the roots then started to bash Axe's head into
the floor. Axe reached for a skillet which he used to crown Cortez about
the head, knocking the officer unconscious instantly.

	Tired and whipped from the fight, Axe lay on the ground for a few
minutes trying to catch his breath. After a moment, he rolled over onto his
side then crawled over to Cortez's prone body before struggling up to his
knees. Grabbing Cortez's waistband, he started yanking it down off his
round ass, exposing his hard bare buttock.
	Smiling broadly, Axe grabbed two hefty handfuls and began to lewdly
grope them while Malecee lay unconscious. He pulled apart the hairy cheeks
and stared down at the untouched uncharted anal opening before him, his
cock growing brick hard immediately at the thought of breaking the
seal. Axe ripped open his own slacks, pulling out his 8 and 1/2 inch
hardon. Spitting into his palm, he massaged the slick coating along his
shaft before aiming it down between Cortez's hairy cheeks. The fat head
kissed at the tightly puckered entrance before he shoved his hips forth and
rammed nearly half his erectile inside.

"AAAAARRRRHHHHHGGGG!!!!" screamed Cortez, becoming conscious as his anal
ring tore open and the hard cock bore its way through.
	Cortez tried fighting Axe off his back, but the big guy was much
too powerful, using the bulk of his weight on Cortez's back while driving
his cock back and forth. Cortez yelled, screamed, cursed, and threatened as
the former biker inmate raped him right there on the kitchen floor.
	Cortez couldn't believe the pain shooting through his anus as the
hard cock fucked him vigorously. Cortez tried clenching his tight butt
muscles together to keep Axe from gaining anymore entry, but that only
resulted in the horrible battery of his fighting sphincter. Axe gripped the
officer around the neck with his forearm, then gripped an fistful off his
short cut hair to angle him in a headlock while cutting off Cortez's
breathing privileges whenever he desired. In essence Cortez was practically
forced to submit to his own demise as Axe pumped his pelvis into the firm
hard cheeks.

"I LOVE fucking virgin cop pussy!" he exclaimed, ramming his hips forward
over and over. "You fuckin' pigs don't know how hard you make my biker cock
whenever I see one of you ride by on your police bikes in those tight
fitting uniforms, your asses just begging to be taken by some strong
powerful white biker-boss like myself!" growled Axe into Malecee's
ear. "I've fucked nigger cops, spic cops, fag cops, girl cops, security
guards, mall cops, even a couple of military punks from the army and the
marines when they were dumb enough to venture out alone! But I have to tell
you officer Cortez, Roc, or whatever yur name is..., --I'm enjoying THIS
fuck better than all of them put together! You know why?" asked Axe,
enjoying the tightness of Cortez's newly formed male-pussy. "Cuz you the
cutest boy-cunt my cock's ever been in!" he laughed.
	Cortez groaned in pain at the realization that his ass was being
taken by a serial cop rapist. How many of his brethren had fallen to the
likes of him and his band of wayward biker buddies while merely doing their
jobs to uphold the law? How many had their lives turned upside down by
being brutally raped and mentally fucked as they tried to go on with their
lives as normal? How many of them didn't make it out at all?
	Cortez tried to relax and give into the fucking as his boyfriend
Jake (on the outside) would have. Cortez had often wondered what Jake was
experiencing whenever he allowed him to make love to him? Jake seemed to
really get off on having Cortez's cock shoved up his ass, moaning and
cumming as if it were the best feeling in the world. Cortez didn't
understand how shoving such a big thing into a tiny hole could feel
pleasing to the person getting fucked, but if Jake liked it HE loved it. He
fucked Jake's hot ass every chance he got, keeping his partner and lover
filled with cum at all times. Now he (Cortez) was experiencing some of what
Jake goes through while getting fucked, and he found himself having a new
respect for men who bottom, knowing now how painful it is to be fucked by a
hard cock that don't give a shit about your pleasure of feelings. He
stopped struggling, trying to conserve his energy for the fight
afterwards. He knew that Axe would be the most vulnerable when he started
cumming. Cortez cringed at the thought of having to let the biker cum in
him, but he knew he HAD to in order to get the upper hand on him. Once Axe
started to climax, Cortez would be able to turn the tables on him before he
could finish and go through with the rest of his cop exterminating plan.

	Axe fucked hard into Cortez's ass, ramming his cock in and out of
the extremely tight gripping anus as he held the puertorican officer in a
headlock. He noticed Cortez had stopped struggling, simply laying there on
the floor tensely while getting his butt rammed hard. Axe loved the power
raping gave him, making him feel on top of the world as he labored over a
weaker man's (a weaker race's) back, plunging his white superior cock
through the ultra tight manhole of the lesser man beneath him. But while
Cortez may have stopped struggling, his muscles still jumped and tightened
with each and every painful impact the cock made into his bowels. Axe
beamed over the strength he had over Cortez. He'd been wanting to fuck the
puertorican born pretend inmate since he first saw him on the bus ride into
Piedmont. There was something about Cortez's look that made Axe's cock
hard. He power thrust into the officer's ass, slapping his hairy pelvic
bone hard into his tight firm butt cheeks with increasing speed. Each
inward ram caused Cortez to grunt outward painfully, his innards being
beaten viscously by the continuing pound of his anal track. He bit his
lower lip to keep from screaming aloud as his body was pillaged and
plundered by the sadistic Aryan biker.
	Axe felt his dick starting to throb in Cortez's anal chute far too
soon. He fucked harder, angry that he wouldn't be able to hold off climax
too much longer. Slapping sounds were heard echoing through the
kitchen. Cortez felt Axe's forearm tighten stronger about his neck, cutting
into his breathing. Cortez struggled to loosen the grip on his throat just
as Axe started to cum off inside him. The instant Axe's cock shot its first
thick spurt of hot cum into the Rican's ass, Joseph Justine stood over them
and plunged the fallen shank repeatedly into Axe's neck and shoulders. Axe
screamed in pain as the shank sank into his skin over and over, his cock
steadily erupting its last load of juice deep inside officer Cortez's raped
ass.

	Cortez could barely breathe as Axe's arm tightened automatically
about his throat. He pulled and scratched at the inmate's bulky arm as he
gasped for breath, --hearing Axe shout out in painful orgasm as he shot
load after thick heavy load into his cop butt.
	Unable to move while experiencing a hard climax, Axe was forced to
lay there getting fatally stabbed while his dick did its last dance of its
life. Blood gushed from his severed artery, painting the floor deep red as
he slumped over Cortez's back limp. Cortez felt the arm suddenly give way
from around his neck as he quickly flipped Axe's limp body off him. Jumping
to his feet ready to fight with renewed strength, Cortez was shocked to see
all the blood spreading across the floor beneath Axe's body. He looked over
at Justine who stood nearby with a bloody shank in his possession. Cortez
jumped back down on the floor beside Axe, checking his vitals for a pulse.

"He's dead..." said Cortez, looking back up at Justine and the weapon he
still yielding in his hand. Cortez wasn't sure if he were next on Justine's
hit list, until the former officer dropped the knife and quietly walked out
of the kitchen area without a word.
	Cortez sat stunned as the blood continued to gush forth from Axe's
artery.

Pt-2

	1am outside the prison at the home of Warden Ellis, the phone
rings, waking him and his wife out of a sound sleep. "Dennis...?" stirred
Dolores Ellis, hearing the ringer. "..who could be calling this time of
night? The kids...??!"

"I've got it, hon'..." said Ellis, looking at the caller I.D. as he reached
for the phone.

"Sir! Sorry to bother you at home, but we have a situation!"

"What is it?" asked Ellis, getting up out of bed after hearing the urgency
in his guard's voice.

"Who is it, Dennis? Is that work related?" asked Dolores, turning on the
nightlight.

"Go back to sleep, honey." said Ellis, donning his robe as he headed for
the bathroom for privacy. "What is it?" he repeated into the receiver.

"There was a murder here tonight, --one of the Aryan guys was stabbed to
death in the prison kitchen!"

"So..., bag him and tag him until morning!" scoffed Ellis, sleepily.

"One of the inmates involved is claiming to be an undercover cop for the
23rd Precinct!"

"23rd...?" asked Ellis, knowing instantly that that was his former police
partner (Capt David McConnell's) department.

"He's demanding we call his superior and get the police down here at once!"

"Hold him there until I get there...!" insisted Ellis, waking up
fully. "And call Malik Jones and order him in as well, but don't tell him
why!"

"Yes, sir!" said the voice, hanging up immediately.
	Ellis turned and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, thinking
about his last encounters with McConnell. He could have kicked himself for
not realizing McConnell was up to something sooner, sending his former
insubordinate (Malik) into his prison for a job. Ellis thought something
was fishy then, but hired Malik anyway. Now he finds out that McConnell had
another officer in his prison working undercover as an inmate? What was his
plan, what was he trying to find out? Ellis rushed from the bathroom and
jumped into his civilian clothes faster than he'd ever dressed before,
determined to get to the bottom of this.

Pt-3

	Malik Jones was awakened from a sound sleep when his phone rang too
at 1am. He reached over for the phone, only to hear that there was an
emergency at the prison and that he was needed in early to work. Malik hung
up the phone with a groan, having not had a hellovalotta sleep last night.
	As he threw back the covers and attempted to get out of bed, a pair
of strong arms grabbed him about the waist and pulled him back into the
warmth.

"Where do you think you're going...?" asked officer Manny Michaels, pulling
Malik's petite body back into his own.

"That was work..." informed Malik, feeling Michaels body pressing into him
from behind. "...they need me to come in early."

"So you just gonna leave without giving me some for the road?" asked
Michaels, kissing Malik about the back of the neck and shoulders.

"I thought you were sleep!" sighed Malik, tired and drained himself.

"Not too tired for one more go!" explained Michaels, rolling Malik over
onto his stomach. Malik voluntarily spread his legs, allowing Michaels to
lie between them as he placed his soft dick along the slick crack and began
to grind. Almost instantly Malik felt Michaels' dick getting hard as it
slid up and down his warm crack. Michaels and Malik were no longer
roommates, but everynowandthen one or the other of them would call the
other for a quick fix. Last night was Malik's turn to call, his body in
serious need of a heavy pounding. But with Marvin locked up at work, Malik
had to go for plan-B.
	Michaels held no romantic ideas about he and Malik, he knew their
relationship had always been a matter of supply and demand. Michaels was
between girlfriends when he roomed with Malik, and Malik was in desperate
need of a place to stay after breaking up with an ex. Their relationship
was strictly a matter of convince for the both of them, neither wanted more
than the other was willing to give. While Michaels now has a steady woman
in his life, he still can't resist getting some of the best boi-pussie in
town.

	Once his dick is rock hard, he pulled back with his hips and aimed
his dick head up to Malik's well greased hole and pushed in. Malik groaned
as the dick penetrated his worn anal lips and pushed deep into his
rectum. Pre-greased previously with anal lube and cum, Michaels' dick slid
in rather easily, sinking in all the way up to his hairy balls. He groaned
erotically once his entire dick was embedded, enjoying the gentle snug
massage of Malik's talented rectum and the anal walls closed in around his
11 inch manhood and caressed the long hard shaft like an expert masseur.
	Malik moaned softly as his body was once again invaded, the long
hard dick he was most familiar with ground away in his heated hole,
stretching his sore ring before sliding back and forth.

	Michaels (a straight man until hooking up with Malik in Police
Headquarters [fully explained in chap-3, pt-1] ) had to admit though
straight, he found a perverse pleasure in butt fucking another man up the
ass. Outside of the bedroom Malik Jones was a fully respectable man,
believed straight by all who knew him as he always carried himself in a
masculine manner. Michaels loved how quickly Malik could go from being
totally straight seeming, to dick hungry in the blink of an eye. There were
few girls who could take dick like Malik could. Whenever Michaels was in
the mood to beat the shit out some pussy, he usually called on Malik, --the
two men would usually bring the house down with all the trampoline action
going on in bed.
	Michaels kissed Malik gently on the back of his neck as he started
to fuck him seriously, his hips moving in steady motion as he fucked in and
out of the hot ass beneath him.

	Malik's dick grew hard against the mattress bed as he elevated his
ass for fucking. He loved the sweet sucking sounds of Michaels' lips on his
neck and shoulders, the way he fucked his ass with long solid strokes as he
started to hammer hard at his puckered hole. Malik ground his own hardon
into the mattress as his ass was fucked, panting mildly as Michaels humped
away on top of him. As the minutes ticked by, Michaels' fuck thrusts got
harder and stronger. His pelvis slapped repeatedly into Malik's ass cheeks,
driving the dick 11 whole inches inside his rectal canal.
	As sweat started to break out on both men's brows, Malik started to
push his ass back on Michaels' groin, making him go ever deeper into his
gut. The bed bounced and shook as both men started to near climax. Malik
was the first to shoot, rubbing his dick back and forth against the bed
until he was painting the sheets with his load. Michaels felt Malik's
orgasm by the tight flex of his anal muscles on his pole. He slammed his
hips back and forth until his balls knotted up beneath his dick base, and
his penis swelled thickly before shooting gobs upon gobs of hot searing cum
into Malik's vitals.

	Both men moaned and groaned in unison as they quietly came down off
their highs. Michaels kissed Malik's back and shoulder again as his dick
slowly deflated. Pulling out, he rolled over onto his back and allowed
Malik to get up out of bed as he headed for the shower.

Pt-4

	By 3am Malecee Cortez found himself sitting in a small room,
waiting for the authorities to arrive. He was starting to feel uneasy, as
he should have had word from McConnell by now. As he got up to check on
progress, he found the door to the room locked from the outside. Realizing
he was once again a prisoner, he began to pound on the door demanding his
release.
	At that moment 5 guards walked in: Carl Peachtree, Reggie Reinhold,
Darrin Daniels, Donald McGee, and Jerry Cobbs, all donned in complete riot
gear and carrying weapons, batons, and tasers.

"I've already explained that I'm a police officer...!" warned Cortez,
stepping backwards in defense. "...any harm come to me and the rest of the
Police Force will come down on you like a bad cold!"

"Funny." smiled Peachtree, unaffected by the treat.
	Just when Cortez thought he was in for a beat down, in walked
Warden Ellis dressed casually in sweatpants and an overcoat.

"This him?" he asked, standing between his guards. "This the puck McConnell
sent in to spy on me in my own house?"

"I'm working undercover, looking for a possible link to illegal drug
activity coming in from an outside source..." lied Cortez before being cut
off by a sharp slap of the Warden's hand across his face.

"Don't LIE to me, son!" he yelled, a large vein popping out on his
forehead. Cortez grabbed his aching cheeks as he turned back towards the
Warden.

"I'm not lying..." he said, receiving another slap across the other cheek.

"Did I ask you to speak?!" spat the Warden, sadistically.

"What do we do with him, Warden?" asked McGee.

"Depends..." said Ellis, turning towards his men. "...what does he know?"

Pt-5

	Malik Jones walked in through the prison doors. He stopped off at
the main desk to check in before heading towards the lockers to change into
his uniform. "Sup Larry...?" he said to the desk attendant as he signed
in. "What was all the hubbub about tonight?"

"Hubbub?" asked Larry, looking confused.

"Yeah..., I got a call to come in early because of an emergency that
happened here at the prison overnight!" explained Malik.

"First I've heard of it." said the attendant as he went back to watching
tv.
	Curiously Malik walked back to the front door and looked out into
the parking lot, noticing the cars of Peachtree, Reinhold, and the Warden
Ellis in their assigned parking spots.

"Is Ellis here?" he asked, walking back to the front desk.

"You see his name on the register?" asked Larry, somewhat annoyed. "Ellis
never gets here before 7am!"
	Now suspicious, Malik quickly made his way to his locker and change
into his uniform before making a quick pass to A-Block to check in on
Cortez.

	Casually he walked down to A-Block expecting to see a guard posted,
but was surprised when he found the guard's booth empty and no one manning
the station. Malik went up to the booth and pushed the button triggering
the entrance to open. Donning his flash light he walked quietly into
A-Block where most of the Aryans were still sound asleep.
	Practically tip-toeing so he wouldn't make any noise, Malik crept
up to what was supposed to be Cortez's cell only to find his prison door
open and him gone. Turning about he noticed doors belonging to the new
inmate Axe and the one belonging to ex-corrupt police officer Joseph
Justine ajar. Sensing something wrong, Malik reached into his pocket for
his cell phone. Just then, a light flashed onto him, causing Malik to jump
startled.

"Oh shit..., Cobbs! You scared the shit out of me!" sighed Malik,
recognizing the guard holding the light.

"What're you doing HERE, Malik? Ellis is looking for you in his office!"
informed Cobbs.

"Ellis?" asked Malik, trying to sound surprised. "What's he doing here?"

"We told you..., there was an emergency, we had to call in nearly
everybody!" lied Cobbs, escorting Malik back towards the exit.

"None of the inmates seem affected..." said Malik, looking around at all
the sleeping men. "What kind of emergency was it?" he asked curiously.

"eh..., Ellis will discuss that with you in his office!" answered Cobbs,
suspiciously.

"What happened to the 3 inmates back in A-Block?" asked Malik, walking
slowly ahead of Cobbs as he started to play with the buttons on his cell
phone. "Why was Axe's, Justine's, and the new guy Roc's cell doors open?
Why weren't you here at your post when I came in?" asked Malik.

"Why're you asking so many damn questions?" asked Cobbs, flustered.

"Why're you avoiding the answers?" asked Malik.

"There was an incident involving Justine, Roc, and Axe! That's what the
emergency was about!" explained Cobbs, trying to satisfy Malik's curiosity.

"This happened after lights out?" asked Malik, wondering why their cell
doors would still be open if it happened before.

"Yeah!" admitted Cobbs.

"Then how'd they get out of their cells?" asked Malik, turning towards
Cobbs.

"uh..." stumbled Cobbs, unprepared for all the questions.

"Wasn't YOU on guard tonight?" inquired Malik, suspiciously. "Did YOU let
them out?"

"Look..., Ellis wants you in his office now!" said Cobbs, trying to end the
conversation.

"Why? What's Ellis doing here this time of night?" asked Malik.

"He'll explain it to you!" answered Cobbs.

"I don't think so...!" said Malik, hitting Cobbs in the face and causing
the man to go down. Once on the floor Malik kicked him hard in the head,
cold cocking him instantly. "Did you hear that, David?" asked Malik,
speaking into his cell phone.

"Loud and clear, Malik!" answered McConnell, home in bed. "I advise you to
leave the building until back-up can get there!" he warned, knowing Malik
was totally outnumbered.

"I HAVE to find Cortez!" said Malik, heading down the corridor. "He wasn't
in his cell! And Joe Justine's cell was empty too! I think they may've
found out Malecee's true identity!"

"Malik...!!" called McConnell into the phone, concerned. "...Just..., just
be careful!"

"I will!" answered Malik. "See you soon!" he said, ending the call.

"What is it, David? What's going on?" asked former prison guard Andrew
Roberts, sitting up on the opposite side of McConnell's bed.

"Malik thinks Cortez's identity may've been compromised!" informed
McConnell, dialing the Precinct's Emergency Number into the phone for
immediate backup to the prison.

Pt-6

	Inside the prison, Malik noticed none of the guards posted at any
of the key stations leading towards the Administration Building where
Warden Ellis' office is located. Malik made his was secretly into the
offices, finding himself just outside Ellis' door, --a light shinning from
under the crack. He cocked his ear up to the wooden door, hearing voices
inside along with Cortez's painful cries for help.

	Inside: police officer Malecee Cortez was strung up to Ellis'
ceiling devise (a chained harness) in his special secret Chamber hidden
behind a bookshelf in his office, stripped naked, and physically violated
anally by the Warden himself. Ellis held onto Malecee's slender hips as he
drove his thick meaty manhood back and forth, in and out of his tight hairy
hole. Malecee was thoroughly beaten by the Warden and guards, dragged
kicking and screaming to the Warden's office and locked into place in the
harness, --his hands and legs shackled to restrict movement. He lay face
down, his ass vulnerable as Ellis fucked in and out of his straight asshole
with deep penetrating strokes. Malecee cried and cursed as he threatened
each guard with death if ever he got free. The guards merely laughed,
knowing Malecee would never see the light of day again in Philly as they
punched and slapped his body and face while he was being pulverized by the
Warden.

	Ellis knew he had to act fast. Malik Jones was due into work soon,
and then the second part of his plan could be initiated. He held onto
Malecee's hips as he fucked his thick 8 inch uncut black dick in and out of
his tortured hole. Malecee was tight, Ellis had no doubt in his mind that
he was virgin back there, at least before Axe got the chance to break him
in before his death. Ellis loved how the tight asshole choked his dick,
making fucking difficult as he rammed his hips back and forth. Malecee
yelled and screamed with every inward thrust, his manhood, his masculinity,
his ego, and his pride all crushed under the heavy pound of Ellis's thick
wood.

"Damn man..., fuck that ass!" encouraged Peachtree, awaiting his own turn
at the cop's butt as he stroked his own hardon in anticipation. McGee
couldn't hold back his excitement any longer and walked over to Malecee,
grabbing a fistful of his short hair before forcing his head sideways and
cumming unexpectedly all over the cop's face and panting mouth.
	Cortez felt the hot streaks of cum shoot out across his facial
cheek as the white guard came all over him. Cortez struggled to turn his
head, but McGee held a strong lock on his hair to prevent him from turning
away. Several more hot cum drops cascaded about the rest of his face,
dotting his forehead, his eyes, nose, and lips before McGee released his
head and stepped back. Cortez could feel the hot cum starting to drip down
off his face as he fought to keep from tasting any of the strange semen in
his mouth.

	Ellis (who had been turned on by the face painting) fucked extra
hard into Malecee's gut, causing the straight man to nearly pass out from
the strain. When he was ready to cum, he shoved his cock all the way up
inside Cortez's roost and unloaded an entire night's worth of hot ball
juice deep inside his battered innards.
	Malecee could feel the hard cock jumping and jerking inside him,
the hit cum splattering against his anal walls as it filled his anal canal
to capacity. Ellis yanked his cock out of the tight hole and grabbed a
towel to clean himself as Peachtree stepped up to the plate.

	Outside the office in the reception area, Malik could hear
everything happening to Cortez, and felt very sorry for him. Malik knew
Cortez was an anal virgin, as his boyfriend Jake Valentine was the total
bottom in their relationship. Malik was forced to think back to his own
demeaning rape (back in Precinct-23 #1) by the hands of a drug dealer named
Marvin Rollins. Marvin took advantage of Malik after a drug run when Malik
pretended to be a 15 yr old high school boy. Marvin raped him on more than
one occasion, destroying Malik mentally and turning him into a dick hungry
s-o-b practically overnight. Sometimes Malik looked back on that experience
and wished he had killed Marvin for what he did to him, essentially
destroying his life as a heterosexual and forever ruining his chances at a
happy life with a wife and kids. Yet at other times he got so excited by
the memory of his rape that he needed a stiff dick in him as soon as
possible, calling up Manny Michaels or scheduling a rendezvous with the
rapist (Marvin) himself to satisfy that carnal need to be violated again.
	Malik worried how this rape would affect Malecee, --would he be
able to continue on and put this event behind him, or will it eat at him,
putting doubt in his mind and ruining the special relationship he shared
with Jake like it did him (Malik) and McConnell (Precinct-23, chap-26).

	Checking his watch, Malik knew it would be some time before
McConnell and the rest of the force could make it up to the prison. By then
anything could have happened to Malecee. Fearing the worse, Malik decided
to burst into the office and try to stop the rape by himself. He armed
himself with his baton and taser, then burst into the room like a
vigilante. Ellis, McGee, Daniels, Reinhold, and Peachtree turned around to
find Malik standing in the room fully loaded. "STOP what you're doing! I've
called the police, and they'll be here any minute!" informed Malik.

"Stop?" asked Peachtree, still humping away in Malecee's bare ass. "Stop
what? Stop THIS?" he asked, humping harder and making Malecee scream
outward aloud with painful groans and grunts.

"STOP!!" ordered Malik. "I won't warn you again!" he yelled as Reinhold,
Daniels, McGee, and Ellis started to approach him.

"He can't get ALL of us...!" said Reinhold, inching closer to Malik as his
hard 9 inch dick stood erect outside his uniform pants.

"If we all attack at once, he can't get us!" agreed Ellis.
	Knowing he only had seconds to react, Malik shot off the taser gun,
hitting McGee in the chest and shocking him with electricity. Ellis,
Reinhold, and Daniels quickly moved in as Malik started to swing his baton,
cracking Daniels in the shoulder before being over powered by Ellis and
Reinhold. A few hard punches later, he was unconscious on the floor as
Peachtree continued to violate Malecee anally, firing 9 thick heavy ropes
of hot cum into his ravaged asshole.

Pt-7

	Outside the prison, Captain David McConnell stood at the gate,
demanding entry along with the entire battalion of Precinct-23 officers
behind him in flashing red and blue lights. Slowly the gates opened,
allowing them passage inside as Ellis prepared for their welcome.

"What seems to be the problem, David?" asked Ellis, meeting him outside the
Administration Building.

"Hold him..., don't let him out of your sight!" ordered McConnell, walking
past a smirking Ellis as he stopped before the officers to make an
announcement. "Cease his computer! Malik and officer Cortez is somewhere in
this prison, probably under duress! I want them found and bought out here
immediately!"
	With that, the police swarmed into the prison like an army troop on
patrol.

"What authority do you have to do this?" asked Ellis, defiantly.
	McConnell reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a court
order signed by the Commissioner and held it up to Ellis' nose. "Where's
Malik and Cortez?" he asked, tucking the document back into his
pocket. "Make it easy on yourself, Ellis..., you don't want to add murder
to your list of charges!"

"Murder..?" laughed Ellis aloud, nervously. "You're grasping at straws and
you know it! I haven't murdered anybody! But by the time you find your
precious Malik Jones and Malecee Cortez..., you won't no longer recognize
them!" laughed Ellis, being escorted into the back of an awaiting police
car.

	McConnell felt a cold chill run up his spine as he pondered the
possibilities of what Ellis meant. Where was Malik and Cortez? Had Ellis
already done something horrible to them?

Pt-8

	Malik Jones awoke in the back of a black van, his head and hands
locked in an old fashion wooden stockade, his ankles chained and shackled
to the base of the van floor. Immediately Malik became acutely aware that
he was being fucked anally from behind. He couldn't see who was fucking
him, but by the volume of cum dripping from his abused asshole, he knew
that it wasn't the first dick to fuck him since his unconscious state.
	He could tell that they were moving as the van bumped along the
road doing about 50 to 60 mph. Malik started to get a sense of his
surroundings, even though he couldn't turn his head to see behind him.

	Off to the side he could see former officer Joseph Justine equally
shackled to the floor of the moving van. On his back, he was currently
being fucked up the ass by a white man who held Justine's knees pushed all
the way up to his own shoulders, doubling him in half as the man did
pushups into the ex-officer's ass.
	From behind Malik could hear the continuous grunts of officer
Cortez, who was undoubtedly also shackled and fucked by another man out of
Malik's sight range.

"aww..., aww fuck, yeah..., aww yeah this's some good, good ass!" groaned
the man fucking Malik. Malik could feel him gripping his waist tighter as
he fucked harder into his bare ass, driving his dick ever deeper as the cum
sloshing around inside him made fucking easier.

"Niggers always have good asses to fuck..." said one of the other men (the
one fucking Cortez). "But this Rican bitch is tight as a motherfucker! I
don't think he's had the experience the other two've had with cock!"
	Cortez grunted aloud as his rapist picked up the pace and started
fucking him savagely. He liked the idea of breaking in the Rican spic,
shoving his thick white cock all the way up into the inmate's ass as he
grabbed him tightly about the shoulders in doggy position, cumming a geyser
of hot steamy cum up the rican's sore and ravaged ass.

	Malik heard the man cumming inside Cortez just as the man fucking
up turned up the speed. He hammered hard into Malik's asshole with hard
deep strokes until his dick finally expanded and started hosing ropes of
thick clotting cum deep into Malik's massaging canal.
	Not far away the man fucking Justice speared his long cock all the
way up into the ex-cop's anal chute and came, firing round after round of
rich gooey sperm into his loosened cum clogged colon. The man shook and
trembled as if having seizures as his orgasm hit, losing all of his
precious manseed into Justice's juicy bowels. Just then the van stopped as
the 3 rapists removed their cocks and began to get dressed.

"Alright girls..., end of the line!" said the driver, pulling open the back
doors as the bright morning sun beamed into the previously darkened van,
--stinging the prisoner's eyes.
	The 3 men began to unlock the prisoners from the floor of the van,
but kept them draped in shackled chains to keep them from fighting and
trying to bolt for freedom. "Welcome to your new home away from home,
ladies..." said the man, a rather large oversized potbelly man wearing a
mid-western policemen's uniform. "...welcome to the Prison Plantation!!" he
smiled, as Malik, Cortez, and Justine took in the small mid-western town of
predominately white settlers.


To be continued in PRISON PLANTATION #1
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