Chapter 1

The man known as Santiago gave the nod across from his seat indicating his hands were now free. Within moment Bison struck moving with the intent of a man who'd never get another chance. The guard only half turned before their heads connected in an awful crack. The prison wings unofficial boss-man ripped the keys from the dazed warden's hand; Santiago wrestling with another pistol wielding guard. The meshed compartment gate was sprung and Bison was into the cabin; the illuminated road veering from left to right as he and his muscular ally pummelled down on the seated drivers. The sound of tyres screeching was just audible above the holler of twenty or so cons cheering them on.

The leaders hand reached for the wheel pushing the unconscious driver to one side his foot searching for the pedals. The caged room behind him was a roar of desperate men chanting his name, "Bison! Bison! Bison!" The big van danced across the road any second about to tip. Bison hands twisted the wheel and his foot eased on the break. As the prison wagon steadied he realised they'd done it, they taken control. His Latino companions grinned from ear to ear his hand raised waving the pistol.

He shouted back into the rear cage area. "That's it boys, we'll be at the airfield before they know what's happened. Then its 15 min's to Mexico!"

Suddenly the windscreen became a brilliant exploding flash of oncoming headlights and Santiago's cry of warning was too late.

A few violent thunderous minutes later Mandy's world slowly began to piece back together. Her body and mind had been in dark limbo. It was her hearing that registered first; a hum of humanity well before her vision or feelings returned. She could hear sounds like the distance roar of a crowd; many actions being vigorously played out but behind a deep blanket of dizziness and lapsing consciousness. Her mind tried to refresh, to reboot her thoughts. Where was she? Her body felt adrift from her head like she was waking from a limb numbing deep sleep.

In a few more seconds her hearing and now sight improved as if her head was being removed slowly from dark padded box. Her mind repeated the question. Where was she? She felt the sensation of motion as if still riding the bus.

Her last memories were recalled. She'd just being laughing, the girls ecstatic after their 3rd championship in a row. The Hollyoaks-High cheerleading team were renowned not only for their ability but the consistent collection of stunning girls they fielded year after year. Once again they had dazzled and enchanted to victory.

Mandy tried to remember more. The bus had been hurtling along making time as they raced through the warm humid evening. The cute blonde was the butt of the joke; another babe Louise was finding opportunity to ridicule her innocence. The longhaired brunette eyes glinted wickedly amused at the Mandy's discomfort. Her innocent sweet style and goody, goody attitude made her an easy target. Louise with her clip accent and regal upturned nose had laughed as Mandy gave her firm view on celibacy and "waiting for the right man"

Mandy with her curled bobbed blonde hair framing her pretty face had just looked back annoyed yet a little in awe at Louise. In their tight uniform both looked impressive; proud bust under pullover, firm athletic thighs hunched up under them as they knelt in the gaggle of females conversing at the rear of the vehicle. But Louise just had that air of confidence about her that most envied. Mandy was about to give the girl a clever retort but then she could remember nothing else; except a sense of the passage of time, then this.

Now back in the present the feeling returned to her arms and legs, her body becoming whole again.

She felt uncomfortable; really strange, her body aching and a horrible feeling of awkwardness, and this nagging motion. As moans and yelps came into clearer focus and her bodily sensations firmed she finally guessed they'd been in a crash.

Mandy's white out vision cleared in tandem with the realisation that her body was flexing and bucking as she lay upon another's torso. First she didn't understand then her mind continued to deny until it could no longer, her body feeling all the sensations. She was half on her side another spooning tight behind her, like her best friend did on sleepovers. But this figure was bigger, much bigger. Her skin felt the humid tingle of the night air all over and she realized she was naked.

She gave out a long belly moan her anus stinging and slurping. Her mind screaming, "Ohh what, no I can't be... !"

Her tight ring was swallowing deep then feeling withdrawal almost to release as it sucked back and forth on a fleshy hard cock; like her sexy lips might on a cherry Popsicle. She arched her back a strange hand on her fine ample tit gripping hard the man half under her allowing her body to bounce up then down on his big frame. In her ear she could feel his breath as he gasped in enjoyment.

"That's it baby take it all, take it all inside!"

The world was coming back in a flood and she gave another groan of horror realising her legs were up and apart one hooked under the man's arm her toes pointing skywards. She made a long "nooooo" sound of refusal. Her head shook eyes wide in disbelief the attackers wrist disappearing to her pussy the feeling of revolt filling her throat. "Oh my ugg he's... !"

He added to her thoughts, confirming what she dare not believe.

"Oh yes baby, squeeze it honey try to pop it back out you hot little bitch!"

As his cock thumped up her behind at a steady rate his hand had had taken her comatose state as ideal time to find its way wrist deep into her young tight pussy, his dark Latin wrist accentuated against her golden tanned skin.

Mandy's mind screamed the sensations overlapping her ass burning the rigid hard cock like a stake inside her. The man's hips were just jerking enough to push deep then withdraw in a long penetrative motion. Meanwhile his hand was inside her screaming tunnel, her pussy stretched her lips slurping and spitting as wet insides acted as a snug nest for his fat tattooed knuckles.

"Nooo!!!!"

She gave out a gargled gasp of disgust punctured by rhythms grunting her ass burning from a machine constant pounding. Her pussy was feeling impossibly full the hand twisting and also pumping the sweaty flesh moist but vigorously tight around the wrist. Every so often he pulled as if to escape, her lips gripping against her will holding him inside unwilling to stretch again to allow his release and Mandy gritted her teeth in effort.

"Oh fuck I cant fucking pull out." He laughed, "fucking bitch has a vice like grip on me."

The coffee skinned torso of the man beneath her was half naked his orange jumpsuit ripped open his powerful fingers on one hand kneading her perfect dome tit while the other tried to open spider leg wide inside her tight screaming tunnel. Mandy's head twisted her blue eyes looking in horror at his grinning face.

"Hi bitch, that it baby you're awake now." Said Santiago and he increased his bucking to celebrate his cock impaling like a serial killers knife. Fast demented and unyielding. "Can you feel it can you feel my hand?" The wrist twisted feeling the bump of his cock against her fleshy inside wall. "You were fucking soo tight to get up inside even out cold."

Mandy's reply was an undecipherable babble of grunts yelps and long lamenting moans. Her beautiful lips making a cute oval of sensation her eyes wide like on storks her mind unable to put a rational sentence together. How could she possibly make sense of this new world?

"Ohh no, no, no, ugggurrrrrrrr!!"

The man grunted angrily as he bucked; her waist now juddering to the intense buggering. He released her tit so his hand could grip her knee pulling one leg back foot towards her head allowing his pussy deep arm more room to pummel like he was stuffing a pillow full of feathers.

"Believe it bitch," he replied to her continuous disgusted gasps, "you're my fucking toy now!" Using his hand to keep her leg pulled back and up he gripped her ankle while buggering and fisting with fanatical intent up his blonde sexy doll.

Mandy continued to moan and gasp her eyes wild surveying around her, the man beneath far too powerful for her dazed lithe frame to pull away from or even resist in any meaningful way.