It was raining very hard, when security guards Davis and Franklin loaded the two inmates into the back of the transfer van. Davis handcuffed the inmates to each other and to the inside of the van. “Fuck,” said Davis, Who in the hell decided to transfer these two assholes during a fuckin’ hurricane.”
Franklin replied, “Who cares, lock ’em down and get in the damn van. The hurricane can’t be that bad, What is the worst that could happen?”
The transfer of the two mental hospital inmates would take about 4 hours and actually move them away from the powerful storm that was wrecking the coast 40 miles away. At first, there were no problems traveling north, except for a couple of downed power lines that they had to detour around.
The class 3 hurricane, however, also took a detour…north, directly in the path of the windowless van. In the dark, the inmates cursed each time the van swayed back and forth as the driver dodged debris in the road. The more they traveled north, the harder the rain fell. At one point they were directed to take an alternate route do to some minor flooding up ahead by the National Guard. “Fuck this. That will add an hour to our trip. Drive around them!” said Davis. “Go around them!”
They drove around the guards and as they went by, the pair gave them a one finger salute. That was the last time either of them were ever seen.
Several miles up the road, the minor flooding was now a raging river crossing their path. The van crashed into the water at full speed. The driver died when his head smashed into the windshield. Davis quickly realized the van was sinking as the current swept them away. The cab started to fill with water, causing the van to go underwater in front first, with the rear doors still above the water. Davis climbed out of the right side window and made his way to the rear doors to rescue the inmates. After unlocking the rear door, he entered the sinking van and quickly unlocked the inmates from the van, but not from each other.
Mick, the older inmate, screamed, “Unlock us, you bastard! We are all going to drown!”
Mick snatched the keys from the Davis and then punched him. Then he unlocked the remaining restraints. As they escaped, Davis tried to follow them out, but Charlie, the younger inmate, slammed to van’s rear door on Davis’s head, knocking him back into the van. Charlie shut the door and watched as the van sunk in the dark water.
Mick and Charlie made their way to safety and started walking down the road. After traveling for an hour, they came across a house with its lights on in the distance. Charlie asked, “How do they have power? I guess they must have a generator. Let’s get out of this fucking storm and get dry.”
The men simply walked up to the door and knocked. “I’ll handle this,” Charlie said to Mick.
A man answered the door cautiously, holding a shotgun on the two inmates. Charlie spoke, “Can you help us? There was an accident down the road, and we almost drowned. Our driver and his partner didn’t make out of the transfer van when it disappeared in the water.”
“Who are you? Prisoners? Don’t move!”
“No, we are from the Carter Mental Health Center. I was in there for z painkiller addiction, and Mike has PTSD from fighting in Afghanistan. They were taking us to County Med to be discharged tomorrow. We are still wearing our hospital uniforms.”
“OK, that’s better. Come on in, nobody should be out there in a hurricane.” The old man continued, “We are riding out the storm here. This is my daughter Sandy, and my granddaughters Emma, age 12 and Sally, age 14. Sally, go into the bedroom and get these gentlemen some of my sweat clothes to wear. Emma, why don’t you get them that leftover pizza. You boys must be hungry. Sorry about your friends, tho.”
The men went into another room, donned on dry clothes, returned to the living room and quickly ate the cold pizza.
“Sorry about the shotgun, you all looked like bad guys in those uniforms,” spoke the old man as he put down the shotgun.
Mick grabbed the shotgun and walloped the old man with the gun barrel, knocking him to the ground.
Mick laughed, We are bad guys. Charlie has a rape addiction and I love to fuck young girls to death.”
Charlie pulled down some blinds and used the rope to tie up the old man, while Mick held to shotgun on the others.
Both girls clung to their mother, one child on either side. Charlie approached the mother, “Well Sandy, let’s show these girls how to treat a guy.” He pulled down his pants and put his expanding dick in her face. “Now show them how to suck cock like a good slut.”
Sandy opened her mouth as Charlie’s dick entered. He grabbed her hair with both hands and started to rape her mouth. She choked every time his dick hit the back of her throat.
“Please don’t cum in my mouth!” she exclaimed between breaths.
“Sure, no problem” as he winked at Mick.
As his orgasm started to build, he face fucked Sandy until the last second. He pulled out at the last moment as promised, but then he reached over to the youngest girl and forced his cock into her mouth. Squirt after squirt of cum filled her mouth. As she struggled to breathe, cum shot out of her nose. Charlie pulled out and shot his last squirt right in the eye.
“There, Sandy, I did not cum in your mouth, did I?” Sandy looked at her daughter and watched the cum dribble out her youngest child mouth, while he rubbed his cum smeared cock over her face.
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