Gang rape prison; M+,f,gang rape

[Grm]

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[cindyq11]

Some years ago, I got in fight with a girl.
She says I touched her in private areas.

Well, what can I say, I already had a reputation for being
a lezzie slut. And nobody would take my word for it.

She had a habit of following me around and calling me
a lezzie, a lezzie. I told her I was not lezzie, but bisexual.

You know, there is a difference. True lesbians hate my kind
worse than straight chicks.

Ok, enough preliminaries. I got tired of it and hit her.

Yeah we got into it. After the smoke cleared, she had
a broken arm. Yeah, I broke it.

Heh, got talked to by my folks, got sent to Juvenile Court.
And did eight months in Camp. Yeah, where thy send
gals of my kind to be "rehabilitated", heh, hehe, yeah.
What a big fucking joke.

There is a lot of sexual intimidation there.
I got banged on the average of twice a week when I was there.

Yeah, I know, you think I am fantasizing. No, it is true.
It is really true. Sad state of America's prison system today.

That why reading this story reminded me of it.

Next time, I will wait and be beatnen senseless, rather than
be put back in the hell hole.

Just a warning, next time you raise your hand in anger against
somebody, remember, they got a place for you in some jail cell
waiting for you.

Hehehehe, just remeember it.

Thanks for the story.



So what is this pix doing here? Oh, yeah, it is relevant.
Similar to the punishment I was dealt at the correction.
Yeah, being rebellious and in corrigible.
I guess I had it coming. Yeah, I loved it. Beat me.

[Grm]

Cindy, you are a remarkable young woman, having read quiet a few of your posts, you never cease to amaze me. Your unique take on life, leaves me speachless with admiration, live long and happy.
your servant
Duncan

[cindyq11]

Originally Posted by Grm

Cindy, you are a remarkable young woman, having read quiet a few of your posts, you never cease to amaze me. Your unique take on life, leaves me speachless with admiration, live long and happy.
your servant
Duncan

Not my servant, am a slave slut.
Too bad, am already owned.
Beat me.

Thank you. Sir.

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[cindyq11]

It appears obvious from this vantage point in time, to me at least, and
to you all who has never been inside a jail, that a jail is not a good
place to be.

OK, all right, during the time I was in youth camp, I was placed in
a cell. Yeah, it was comfortable, nice cell, good bed, all by your self,
nice air conditioning in the summer, warm heat in the winter.

Food? the food was quite good, nutritious, and although not really
good tasting, what do you expect, huh, Tour d'Argent?

But despite all the nice appearance on the surface, just an inch
below was some really really sick people.

In camp, there is nothing really to do. You get bored.
You get tired and get stir crazy.
The camp has a good gym so I went there a lot.

And being silly, naive like I was, I thought this was a good place
to meet new people and make some buddies.

Hehehehe, let me tell you this, that kind of place is no place
to make friends. Everybody, and I mean everybody looks at you
like a piece of meat. Which is essentially all you are.

First, get this straight, there is no rape gangbangs.
No, because, those lez bitches who run the place will tell you
what they want. And you better give it to them. Yeah, right,right, right.

And if you ain't, what are you going to do?
Go cry mommie? Go see the warden? Once you get out, tell
people about the truth?

Fuck that shit. Nobody is going to listen. No one wants to listen.
They don't want to hear it. And if you keep blabbing your mouth off
about it, you will be silenced.

All right, when I first went in, I did not know this.
There is no book titled, How to Survive in Prison for Dummies.

So when I first went in, I was told to give. Give? Give what?
Heh, I already gave at the office, lady, yeah, I did.

No, I really learned the hard way, that, being funny in that
kind of place don't pay. Even the smallest infraction will be
dealt with severly. Bad, and I mean bad.

Well, I was dealt with, and next time I was told to give, I jumped.

Most people on here at this board enage in fantasies.
Yeah, and most of it, from my view point, is harmless talking out
of rape fantasies.
Now, those people at the camp. They lived it. They actually
lived it. All you had to do was go tell a gal, give, and only once
and she did. I did, too, it was my price for survival.

It was mind shattering, it really was, to know that a place like
that could acutually exist. But, face it, it does.

The time I spent in camp changed me for good. I could never be
the same any more. Never. I became reclusive, out of touch.
Saddened, melancholy.

Sometimes, I get PM's asking me to chat. I am sorry, I can't
I just can't.
Now, I am going to school, carrying my daily business, and on the
surface, everybody sees me as a fun, nice pretty girl.

Well, what the fuck. so what? They don't know, they will never know me.
And why should they know the real me. Because if they so much
as had an inkling of what kind of moster I am or became rather,
they would be horrified. Yeah, baby, made to order monster, me.

Ok, I will conclude now.
And thank you, Mr. Grm for saying I have a unique take on life.
I only reflect what deal hand that life has dealt me.
And as for that part about live long and prosper.
I seriously doubt it. Prosper, may be, but live long, I hope not.

Oh, yeah, to those of who think this is a work of fiction can go fry an egg.
Shove that egg up their ass and eat it.

Have fun, you all.

[Grm]

Dear cindy,I'm sorry to hear about your sad and distressing experiences, which no young woman should have had to endure.
All my fantasies about rape are just that, fantasies.Like most fantasies they started during my adolescence, when I read a good old bodice ripper, (of my mothers),in it the heroine was in constant danger of 'a fate worse than death'. The idea of a woman being held down by a mob, stripped and raped repeatedly got my young mind really turned on. Of course the heroine was always rescued in the nick of time, very frustrating. So I began writing stories with a more favourable outcome. It never occured to me that others might have similar fantasies, so it was a furtive and secret activity, until many years later I discovered the internet and found like minded souls who actually wanted to read my stories.
I understand why you might not want to chat, but you can email me anytime, I'm a good listner as well as a silly story writer. grmtheonlyone@yahoo.co.uk
Respects
Duncan

[cindyq11]

Well, put things in perspective now.
That detention center experience I had made me more interested
in females doing females.
As matter of fact, and this is the way I remember it.

Two weeks after getting out, ok, all right, here I is.

Am at a video store. Getting bored. Was thinking, well
at least, back in prison, I would be kissing some old bitch's
feet, or eating her out by now.

Heck, the damn good old days, I sure do miss them. Hehehehe.

Hey, what is this, damn, this looks like a good movie,
Yeah, hot shit, hot, shit, hot, shit.

Go home and look at it. it is titled ILSA, She Wolf of the SS.



Oh, Oh, Oh, if only my warden looked like that, Damn, love at
first sight, damn, I got so damn wet watching the move......

Yeah, if only my warden has looked like that I would probably be still in there.

But as luck would have it. My warden was 650 plus of minus 10 pounds
gigantic orangutan.

Yeah, babe, had a rush of all kinds of prison movies back then.

Seriously even considered breaking the girl's other arm.

As matter of fact, met her at a boutique shop.

She saw me, she got so terrified, she froze.

Yeah, I went up there, and I told her to kiss my knuckles.

She did. I told her, you ready? She said nothing.

Yeah, went off to some cheap motel and I did her.

I did her good.

Hey, the motel reciptionist said nothing.

Yeah, most of the time, hell, you see old farts get
a young gal for some fun.

They never suspect two pretty gals havig a BDSM relationship.

Heck no, heavens forbid. Women just don't do that kind of thing.

But I did it any way. I tied her up, shoved a candle up her pussy
lit it up and let it metl all the way down. Made such a lovely mess.

I guess the cleaning lady wondered what the fuck went on in there?

Yeah, all the blood stains on the sheets, and candle wax all over the place.

Yeah, baby, there was a whole lot of shaking going on.

What? Me. worry? Yeah.

[Grm]

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