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!
The HOLE/65 LOVE & LUST
Pt-1
51 year old police Captain David L. McConnell walked into the interrogation room at Police Head Quarters, and slammed pictures of his dead officers down on the desk in front of former Warden (turned criminal) 52 year old Dennis Ellis.
"See what your so called HITMEN did...??!" yelled McConnell angrily as Ellis peacefully looked down at the photos of four dead officers (two on a motel sofa, and two more in their police cruiser parked outside of it). "It was YOU, Ellis..., I KNOW it was YOU!" accused McConnell, backing away to put distance between him and Ellis so he wouldn't accidentally reach across the table and strangle him to death before his trial.
"FOUR Officers..., DEAD!" yelled McConnell, trying to drill the point through Ellis' head. "How the hell can you sleep with yourself?" asked the irate Captain.
"Preferably with my dick up some luscious girl's ass!" said Ellis, slyly.
"Oh there'll be PLENTY of dick and ass in your life where you're going, Ellis..., but it won't be YOUR dick up the ass, it'll be the other way around!" said McConnell, giving a cheap shot where it counted. "You sent someone to the Safe House to kill our witness, didn't you Dennis?" asked McConnell in a toner voice. "You sent two dickheads to do a professional hit on my officers!" reworded McConnell, louder. "They killed the two police officers in the squad car, then burst into the motel room to finish off the job!" informed the Captain, receiving a sly smirk from Ellis who seemed to bask in the knowledge that his hit paid off. "They went in with their gun blasting, shooting everything in sight until it was dead!" added McConnell, watching Ellis gloat. "They killed everything in that motel room..." stated McConnell, "...everything except my WITNESS!"
Ellis' eyes popped open as it became McConnell's turn to gloat. "Officer Jake Valentine just HAPPENED to be passing by to check up on the witness when he heard the shooting and ran in to investigate! He interrupted your boys before they could finish the job! He even managed to shoot one of them before he and the witness got away!" informed McConnell, leaning in across the desk smugly. "So when we do a DNA on the blood we found at the crime scene, then match it across the guards you have on your payroll..., I'm sure you'll be having some company in that cell with you real soon!" said McConnell, yanking the photos back before storming out of the interrogation room and leaving Ellis to sweat bullets.
Outside the room McConnell stopped in front of one of his officers. "Make sure we find Jake and that Witness ASAP! I want to NAIL that smug bastard to the wall!!"
"Yes, sir!" said the officer before hightailing it out of sight.
Just then McConnell's cell phone started to ring. He flipped back his suit jacket and unclipped it from his belt's waistband..., "McConnell here...!" he said affirmatively into the receiver.
"Sir..., there's a call being forwarded to your cell from Precinct-23, caller says it's important...!" said the dispatcher, waiting for permission to send it through.
"Patch it in!" ordered McConnell, wondering if it was his ex-wife or one of his adult children calling for some life changing personal event...? "This is McConnell...!" he said into the phone. After listening for a few seconds, he flipped the flap on his celly and ran from the building!
Pt-2
ELSEWHERE...
22 year old Philadelphia police officer Jake Valentine awoke in a strange bed. When he got up, his head started spinning (a side affect of the drug Sextasy) as he fell back in bed grabbing his throbbing head as he fought to stay awake. Where am I...?' he wondered as he looked around the unfamiliar room for answers. Getting up he discovered he was stark naked. A strong anal ache pierced though his rectum, a strong indication that he had been seriously fucked. But Maleece is still MIA...!' he thought to himself, suddenly remembering what happened to him.
Memories (foggy as they may be) came flooding back to him as he recalled the shoot out at the motel, and going by one of Marvin Rollin's friend's houses only to see Tempest Williams shoot him dead in cold blood (chap-62). Jake reached for his gun only to remember it was taken away from him by the Witness (Marvin). Jake saw a flash of himself in a wall's mirror as he walked towards a door, and stopped in his tracks to view his reflection and barely recognized himself as dry crusty semen had started to peel all around his face and neck. His lips were all fat and rubbery from sucking too much dick, and the corners of his mouth were split from being stretched too far around the drug lord Pooh's big monster dong! More memories quickly entered Jake head as he recalled being gang banged by more than a few of Tempest's henchmen shortly after Marvin finished cumming in him (implied but not seen at the end of chap-63).
Jake could feel the excess cum leaking down the backs of his legs from his totally ravished and ruined asshole. He was too afraid to bend over and see what it looked like, for fear that a kidney or a gut might pop out of the hole.
Curiously he reached his hand back behind them to feel the anal lips, and was not surprised to find them extremely large and swollen from over use. He turned sideway, tilting his ass to the mirror to see that it had been beaten beet red from being slapped. Suddenly a severe ache erupted in his gut as he doubled over in awful pain. When his body bent his ass cheeks split causing his worn anus to yawn open and release a cascade of milky like cream which splattered wetly all over the basement room carpet. Jake fell to his knees as more cum gushed from his innards, emptying all over the floor behind him. His stomach lurched and up came his lunch, dinner, and breakfast; a half of pint of undigested cum. How many men fucked him last night? He wondered as his body expelled the milky seeds.
"Oh my...!" said a man's voice as Jake looked up to see a handsome black man dressed immaculately in a tailored suit. "Let me help you to the bathroom...!" said the man nicely as he grabbed Jake by the arm and helped him limp into the bathroom. "I'm Brian Dunn.., Tempest's personal assistant!" informed the man as he placed Jake into the bathtub. "Tempest assigned me to look after you while he and his partner talk business!"
"Dunn...?" asked Jake as the man sat him down into the tube and turned on the bath water. "Didn't you work as Mayor Edwards' assistant before he was kicked from office...?" asked Jake, correctly. "...wasn't you listed as missing...?"
"Not missing..., freed!" corrected Dunn as he adjusted the water and added bubbles. "I quit politics when I found Tempest..., he's the smartest, most cunning, most brilliant man I know! When he offered me a place by his side as his Liaison, I TOOK it!"
"So you'd rather work for a drug lord than a politician...?" asked Jake as the tube started to fill with warm water.
"They're all the same!" informed Dunn, grabbing a washcloth from a nearby cabinet. "Except Tempest is straight up and brutally honest where the politicians lie, lie, and tell more lies!"
"I don't suppose Tempest's big curved COCK had anything to do with your decision, did it...?" asked Jake, sarcastically.
"Isn't it wonderful...??" asked Dunn, not realizing Jake was being factious. "I grew up in a predominately white suburban community as a child, so I didn't realize what I was missing from the BRUTHA'S until Tempest took me aside and fucked me a new asshole!" recalled Dunn with excitement (all told in Precinct-23 #15). "How did you like it when he fucked you...?!"
"A lot less excited than YOU..., I have a boyfriend!" snarled Jake as he farted accidentally and caused large bubbles to erupt on the surface of the bath water. White film of semen floated on top the water which had escaped from his ass.
"I heard about your gang bang..." said Dunn, sympathetically. "Tempest knew you were high off of his Sextasy drugs, so he wanted to give you a fucking to remember! It was his GIFT to you!"
"Well I don't think my boyfriend would like his "gift", ruining his boyfriend's asshole!" said Jake, knowing he'd been stretched beyond his limits. He watched Dunn suspiciously as the man pulled off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves and started giving him a sponge bath like a baby. "Has Tempest ever given YOU this "gift'?" he asked curiously.
"Oh YES...! Many times...!" excited Dunn as he gently washed over Jake. "But I prefer one on one with Tempest..., he's such an exotic lover!"
"Exotic...?" asked Jake, not thinking he would have picked THAT word to describe Tempest's fucking.
"You'll discover how erotic he can get..." surmised Dunn, wiping the dry cum from Jake's face. "He intends to keep you around for awhile."
"But I'm a police officer...!" reminded Jake, "...I have a JOB! I'll be missed if I'm away from work too long! Hell..., they might be out looking for me NOW!" he said, trying to make Dunn realize how important he is to the police force.
"Tempest is taking care of that right now as we speak...!" informed Dunn, causing Jake's eyebrows to rise curiously...?
Pt-3
It was broad daylight outside when police Captain David McConnell pulled his personal vehicle into the rendezvous described to him over the phone. He hadn't been to this particular location on Columbus Boulevard in South Philly since the shoot out (back in the finale of Precinct-23 #30).
He pulled his car up at the Loading Dock and looked around cautiously before getting out. He could see dock workers operating big trucks and heavy machinery as he waited for his contact. The contact merely told him if he wanted to see officer Jake alive again, he'd come for Pier-81. From the opposite end of the Dock came a black Lexus. McConnell waited tensely as the car pulled up beside his in the other direction. Tented windows kept the Captain from seeing who was inside. The message he received was definitely male, telling him if he to come down to the Docks alone, unarmed, and wireless.
McConnell waited for a few more seconds as the back door opened, and out stepped convicted criminal Marvin Rollins (his Witness). "Where's Jak...!" started McConnell, getting the signal from Marvin not to approach the car. Backing up, McConnell wondered if Marvin was alone?
As Marvin stepped aside another figure came into view. McConnell's heart leapt into his throat when he instantly recognized the drug lord Tempest Williams. Tempest saw the look of concern rush over the Captain's face as he wondered if he made a grievous mistake coming to the Docks alone without backup?
"ah..., the famous Captain McConnell from the 23rd Police District!" smiled Tempest, stepping out of the car in a black Omani Suit and his infamous black cane with the golden dick handle (made famous in Precinct-23 #3). "I see you're alone..." said the drug dealer, looking around for any suspicious looking sedans or odd looking Dock workers. "Are you weaponless and wireless too, like I asked...?"
Without saying a word McConnell took off his suit jacket and threw it into his car through his open window, then loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shit to reveal a bulletproof vest. Tempest snickered at the Captain's protection as he unsnapped the Velcro on the vest and pulled it off to show off his light skin and hairy muscular torso. Marvin and Tempest's eyes roamed all over the police Captain's bare body as he lifted his shirt and turned to reveal the bare back. "Good..." said Tempest, walking up to McConnell as he pulled a gun from his waistband and placed it directly under McConnell's chin. "I oughta shoot you right now for what you and the fuckin' FEDS did..., bustin' up my operations and killing my favorite bitch Peaches (Tempest and McConnell are unaware that Peaches was still alive and living in Miami [last act in the final chap of Precinct-23 #30])! Do you know how it feels to have something you created and nurtured destroyed in the blink of an eye...? It would serve you right of I put a fuckin' bullet in your head right now!" threatened Tempest, staring McConnell eye to eye. Marvin stood nervously on the side hoping he wouldn't pull the trigger. But just as suddenly as Tempest pulled his weapon, he pull back and put it away. "See..., I'm not ALL bad...!" he smiled as he backed away a safe distance, causing McConnell to breathe easier.
"Where is officer Valentine...?" he asked, once his heart returned to his chest.
"You mean that hot assed little white boi whore I found hangin' with my hommie Marvin here...?" asked Tempest, playfully. He couldn't help taking liberties as he watched McConnell's face expressions go from mad to worried to shocked. "I don't know if you ever had any of the white boi's ass, Captain..., but its one of the best asses I ever fucked! And I fucked some sweet asses!"
McConnell looked to Marvin to see if Tempest was lying, but could tell by the convict's embarrassed look that Tempest was telling the truth. Marvin's head dropped down to his chest as he listened to Tempest talk.
"Where's Jake now...?" asked McConnell, wondering if he was still alive.
"He's safe!" answered Tempest, honestly. "I'm holding him up in one of my places..., giving him the Royal Treatment if you know what I mean?" smiled Tempest. "If you're really concerned for him, you could always trade places with him...! I always wanted to fuck a police Captain in the ass!"
"What do you want...?" asked McConnell, not taking the offer seriously.
"My hommie Marvin here has information that'll put that fat prison Warden Ellis behind bars for a long time! I bought him here to give you that info, but I'm taking him back with me until Ellis' trial date!"
"I can't abide with that!" countered McConnell. "Rollins is a State's Witness...!
"Then we leave now and forget the whole thing!" threatened Tempest. "I could find another way to get back at Ellis...!"
McConnell was instantly reminded of when Tempest and his men went after deceased officer Whitmen's wife and family, gang raping her on videotape and sending it to the officer in a gift box (chap-8 of Precinct-23).
"The best way to protect Marvin is to let US hold him! He'll be safe in police custody...!"
"Like he was at the motel?" asked Tempest, slyly.
"Okay..., okay...!" said McConnell, conceding. "But I'll have to take him to the District Attorney's officer to make his statement...!"
"Then do that, then..." offered Tempest. "...but bring him right back here alone and unharmed right after if you ever wanna see the white boi again!"
"Okay..." agreed McConnell, knots growing in his stomach at the thought of having Tempest Williams so close and unable to arrest him!
"Call me when you done making your statements to the cops..." said Tempest, actually showing Marvin a little tenderness. "I'll make arrangements with McConnell to have you picked up by one'a my men!"
"Okay..." said Marvin, shaking Tempest's hand before going with McConnell. "And thanks for everything!" added the convict muscle builder.
McConnell watched Tempest drive off as he and Marvin Rollins got into his car.
"So you in tight with Tempest now, eh...?" asked McConnell as he got behind the wheel of his car.
"He's giving me a place to hide out before the trial!" informed Marvin, not liking McConnell's insinuations.
"That's OUR job!" informed McConnell as he started the car.
"Yall did a awful job doing it!" argued Marvin. "Or ain't you seen the dead bodies at that motel you had me in?"
"We saw..." said McConnell regrettably as he put the car in drive. "We also saw the dead body of Chauncey Grey in Ramona Grey's apartment...(chap-63), mind telling me what happened there?"
"He was dead when we got there!" lied Marvin, knowing better than to dime out Tempest.
"I know better than that, mr Rollin...!" said McConnell, pulling out of the Dock area. "Officer Jake's badge was found at the foot of the sofa between the legs of Chauncey Grey whose dick was found hanging out of his pants..." added the Captain, having surmised the entire situation. "I suspect Tempest forced Jake to perform oral sex on Chauncey just before he shot him in the head...!" Marvin tried not to show any facial expressions, but was surprised at how close to the truth McConnell really was.
David alternated watching the road and reading the convict's body language. "You know if anything happens to Jake Valentine, YOU will be charged with his endangerment!" he needled, trying to get Marvin as scared as possible. "You could be looking at more time added to your sentence!"
"Tempest's homboi (Dunn) told me you'd try to get under my skin to turn on Tempest!" said Marvin, surprising McConnell as he drove. "All I have to do is give my testimony to the District Attorney, get my deal in writing, and get the fuck up outta there until the trial! IF you can do that, you'll find officer Malik AND get Jake back in one piece!"
McConnell said nothing else as thoughts of getting Malik back in one piece filled his head. He put his portable siren overhead on the roof of the car as it started blaring for traffic to move aside so hw could get Marvin to the District Attorney's officer as fast as possible.
Pt-4
Back at Tempest's Hideout, Jake finished his shower (thanks to Brian Dunn), but quickly realized he was still a prisoner of the drug lords when he wasn't allowed to leave. Dunn and Shinobi (Tempest's new Chinese transvestite Stable Girl) made sure he was preoccupied and well taken care of in Tempest's absence.
When Jake was led into his new bedroom quarters, there was a number of narcotics lying out on the table waiting for consumption. Jake stopped in his tracks as Dunn and Shinobi led him to the table. "I'm a police officer..." he reiterated, "...I can't possibly partake of these drugs...!"
"You have no choice, officer Jake..." said Dunn, in a slight empathetic voice. "...Tempest insists..."
"Is no'ting to it...!" glee Shinobi as she walked voluntarily over to the table and grabbed a straw. Without giving it much thought she bent over and began snorting up two long lines of Sextasy.
Jake looked to plead with Dunn who gestured up to one of the room's cameras videotaping them. Jake knew Tempest was most likely watching from his monitor room as he slowly walked over to the table and eyeballed the assortment of drugs on display before him; cocaine, crack vales, and bowls of pills. Jake took a pill in hand and swallowed. He stood there silently for a moment as the pill slowly worked its way down the throat of his esophagus and into his stomach. Memories of himself cheating on his boyfriend Maleece were still fresh in his mind as he reached down and voluntarily took another pill to try to forget.
"This way..." offered Dunn and Shinobi, taking Jake over to a dressing table. As Jake took a seat, Shinobi began doing her magic of transformation on him, brushing his black hair back to place him in a blonde wig, applying powder and foundation on his face before painting his features in dazzling makeup.
Jake sat silently without protest as he was dolled up into a Stable Girl, complete with G-String, padded bra, and garter belts. By the time Tempest's men began walking into the bedroom naked (12 of them in total), the Sextasy pills were already starting to take affect.
"Looks wat we have here...!" shouted the men as they walked in with their hard dicks leading the way. The Sextasy had already taken hold of Jake as he and Shinobi met the men in the center of the room before getting down on their knees to began sucking. Shinobi was an old pro at this, and easily took two hard black dicks in her mouth at once while Jake worked over 3 or 4 hard dicks at a time.
Dunn smiled as he left the room, knowing Jake had been successfully transformed. He made his way down the hall and out through the living room to the monitor room where Tempest Williams was sitting at his monitors, watching the sex orgy on screen. Dunn walked over and knelt before him as he started to undo Tempest's pants and hoist out his 9 and 1/2 inch curved hardon without being asked. Tempest said nothing as Dunn swallowed his dick like the champion cock sucker he was raised up to be (as explained in Precinct-23 #22). He watched Shinobi and Jake (now Jaclyn) sucking dick after dick while his own dick was expertly deep throated by his trusted assistant.
Jaclyn and Shinobi were in different worlds of love and lust as they sucked black dick after black dick. Tempest's men took great advantage of the "girls" sex induced willingness as they grabbed their heads and yanked them from one direction to another, spit and slobber dripping from their mouths and chins like thick glue.
Jake felt his mouth being stuffed with one hard dick after another, --sometimes two dicks at once being stuffed into his painted mouth as he tried his best to accommodate. Someone reached down and began fingering his puckered asshole, sending Jake's mind into orbit. He and Shinobi were lifted onto two single sized beds as anal grease was applied to their asses. Men lined up on either side of them as they fed them dick at both ends, fucking them roughly as they called them every name in the book.
From his perch in the monitor room, Tempest had plain view of his two girls getting royally fucked. Dunn was busy bobbing his head in Tempest's lap, eagerly swallowing the boss's curved manhood into his throat with loving care as Tempest's fingers danced across the console to bring up taped footage of Marvin fucking Jake.
Tempest watched as the muscled convict fucked into the white police officer in doggy position, holding Jake by the hips as he rammed his dick in and out of the officer's tortured ass. Tempest's eyes smoldered over Marvin's body as he watched the fucking from different camera angles, zooming in on the handsome inmate's facial expressions as he prepared to fill the cop's ass with cum.
Dunn felt Tempest's dick jerk in his mouth, giving clear sign that he was getting close to cumming. He doubled his efforts to get the job done as he closed his eyes and concentrated on giving the boss something soft, wet, and deep to fuck into on every downward stroke.
Tempest grabbed the back of Dunn's head and began humping up into it, holding Dunn captive as he fucked head long into his open mouth and throat. Dunn felt the giant curved dick fucking into his throat as he gripped onto Tempest's thighs for support. The two men worked like a well oiled machine as one fucked into the other. Tempest felt his balls starting to knot between his legs as he watched Marvin's big brown ass hump back and forth into Jake, sending his 10 inch dick balls deep with every thrust. Marvin drove his dick straight through the white cop as he begged to be fucked harder and deeper. Marvin obliged by flexing his muscles and fucking harder. Jake's body tensed as his back arched and his anal climaxed all over Marvin's thrusting manhood. Marvin groaned at the moist wet suction as he continued to plow in nonstop. Tempest's dick flexed in Dunn's mouth as he quickly started to hose out load after rich thick load of heavy cream directly into his assistant's oral cavity. Dunn drank the human elixir without thought, happily swallowing his master's cum as Tempest focused his lust on the man on the computer screen; --Marvin Rollins!
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