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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: YOUNG ROBIN IN THE BITCH PRISON 1 – 2
Published: 04.12.2024
Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Snuff
Synopsis: Robin and her teen boyfriend Roger got into some serious trouble when they followed a pack of Girl Scouts hiking up a mountain, quietly entering their camp in the middle of the night to rape and butcher the cute little girls and their leader. Roger used his powerful penis in them all, while Robin worked the big knife, to bloody effect. She was found guilty by a judge who didn’t understand, and sentenced to what had to be life in the toughest women’s prison in the State.
The bitch who lorded it over the inmates was in league with the Warden, as she gave him some great shows to jack off to on the high-definition monitoring system. Poor Robin, at only fifteen, was pitted against a seasoned gunfighter in the exercise yard, surrounded by the wings of the prison.
They had the space to themselves, with everyone having a front-row window on the seven-story buildings. They had both sharpened their nails, prepared to produce their opponent’s blood to color the proceedings. The two nude young cunts went at it, before first a pitchfork and then a crowbar were thrown in, to make it just a bit more interesting. It was.
Young Robin In The Bitch Prison 1 – 2
CHAPTER 1
The women’s prison was hell from the day fifteen-year-old Robin arrived. The jail guards manhandled her when she was unloaded from the Court’s security van. These pricks liked to get their grubby hands onto a barely fifteen-year-old young offender, especially one who had been carried over to the adult court.
The fucking jail guards were no better than the two sheriff’s guards who had ridden out in the back of the van with its darkened and steel mesh-covered windows. Once she was convicted, the pricks felt it was open season for free feels, and that was exactly what they took.
The guard pricks had got their hands under her blouse and had unhitched her bra, freeing her large breasts. Then they had got her tight jeans down to her knees and had fingered fucked her vagina and anus at will, thrusting and probing with their fat fingers in the youngster’s most private spots.
It was as if she were a fucking criminal or something. She had taken as much shit as she thought she needed when they at last arrived at the federal prison. It was a bad place by reputation and looked it. It would prove to be an even worse place to live in.
This was the place reserved for the very worst criminal offenders, and most of the inmates were hardened lifers. Robin shuddered as she was taken in through the imposing stone gates, past the six-foot-thick walls, and through the cold and uninviting reception area.
All they took was the packet of official papers the guard passed along, and then she was whisked through a long dark hallway and into the wing of the penitentiary reserved for lifers. She was taken into a large unpainted cement room where she was summarily stripped.
She stood naked in front of a leering group of male guards. These horny pricks loved the new law that sent all kid lifers to the adult section. Robin was forced to evacuate her colon and bladder into a soup bowl provided to her for that purpose and then given a painful deep enema.
They said it was supposed to flush out anything she may have planted deep inside herself. Cunts always tried to smuggle dope into the prison wrapped in a condom in their colon. She knew the reason they did it was just to make her look bad, getting such disgusting treatment, with all of the assholes watching.
Then she was given a thorough and humiliating deep body search during which the male guards thrust first their fingers, and then their whole hands deep into her pussy, so that she was violently fist fucked. Three of the guards took turns doing this. All three of them had to do this, because ‘you couldn’t be too certain.’
A male fist could never fit into her tiny anus, so she had the thick handle of a broom driven painfully deep into her flushed-out colon. This was as far as it usually went for juveniles, but this large-breasted fifteen-year-old was tried and convicted in adult court.
They had treated her as an adult due to the nature of the crime she had been tried for, and because she had lost, she was now going to be a permanent resident here, and as such, was given the whole treatment by the large gathering of guards.
All three shifts of the horny male guards had heard of her conviction and had shown up to greet the enticing teenager. They liked to have fresh meat arrive and were anxious to take part in the initiation of this prime bitch-beef on the hoof.
They saw the pretty teenager as nothing more than raw cuntmeat, to be sexually abused for their own amusement. They got to see a lot of well-built female lifers here, but seldom were they so beautiful or so young. This little lady was going to provide a lot of fun for the horny men on long winter evenings.
After she had finished with the humiliating evacuation of her excrement, she was violently gang raped simultaneously in both of her bleeding intimate passages and her throat, so that she would learn respect for the forty-seven guards in the wing who controlled her.
Finally, Robin was given a filthy short cotton t-shirt that was sweat-soaked, and stained with streaks of what she realized with disgust was dried human shit. Someone had used the filthy shirt to wipe his or her ass. At last, wearing only that incredibly offensive T-shirt, she was turned loose among the other female prisoners. They also planned to have their way with her.
At the tender age of fifteen Robin was a true lifer, with two consecutive life twenty-five-year sentences with no chance of parole. She had been convicted of assisting her young boyfriend in raping, sexually mutilating and then stabbing to death a group of a dozen camping Girl Scouts.
Robin claimed she had nothing to do with the rapes, but compelling evidence said otherwise. She said in her defense that all she had done was to help Roger sneak through the three tents to tape the mouths of the pretty little girls and bind their wrists and ankles.
When they were all suitably under control, she was then told to hold the little girls still while her boyfriend one at a time unbound them, pulled the tape off their mouths, and fucked the hairless little cuntlets of the nine and ten-year-old little Girl Scouts.
Like it wasn’t as if they couldn’t put up a good fight if they wanted to, but they all seemed so fucking frightened, they didn’t want to put up a fight, so they struggled but didn’t do anything serious. Robin, on the other hand, could fight like a vixen when she was nine.
They figured it was safe to ungag them to abuse, once they had bound all of the sleeping girls, because they had followed this pack of little cuntlets and their adult leader for more than six hours on their long hike into the mountains, and there was no chance of anyone being within miles of the camp.
Robin had used Roger’s big sharp hunting knife in some of the cum-dripping little pussies at the beginning of the sex and murder orgy, and her boyfriend even let her stab some of the girls in the second tent in their bellies while he humped his big prick into the squealing little bitches.
Robin had found the adventure all very impersonal, since she didn’t know any of the young girls, so killing them in the bloody sexual orgy was just like helping her dad slaughter young piglets for the market on their farm. Except this, this had been more fun.
She enjoyed It more because the young girls were sort of sexy, with their cute little hairless cunnies, and most of them were probably enjoying being raped by her good-looking boyfriend because he was such a wonderful if somewhat crude hunk and Robin saw that he was thoroughly enjoying the action.
The pretty little sluts with their bald virgin pussies squealed a lot as their immature naked twats were violated, and they bled a lot as the big thrusting cock of her boyfriend plunged into them. They matured quickly, with a clear audible ripping sound as their tiny pissing little cunts were torn mercilessly open, brutally invaded by the impossibly thick male shaft.
The defenseless young Girl Scouts screamed beautifully if hysterically as Roger ravaged the delicate meat of their sex organs, pumping violently into their ripped and bleeding genitals with such force that blood splattered onto his lap from the brutal action.
Not only was it nasty, but the action was about to get much worse for them. Robin used the hunting knife in their cunts and bellies with more skill than Roger gave her credit for, having assisted her dad when he’d butchered many of his you piglets alive, he said for the fun of it.
The screaming young girl scouts were all given a thorough and horrifying slashing of their arms, sides, legs, titless chests and pretty faces before Robin got to the best part and ripped their bare little bellies open as Roger gave them a great power fuck.
Robin, wanting to be recognized for what she did with the knife, made sure each of the little girls was conscious and watching her butchering performance, and like her dad’s squealing piglets, they were all neatly disemboweled alive before they were allowed to die.
The Girl Scout leader was another story. She was securely bound inside her sleeping bag and could hear but do nothing about the carnage that was taking place by firelight. At last Roger and Robin went into her tent, and slashed open her sleeping bag.
Roger then dragged the chesty Girl Scoutmaster out of the tent. It didn’t matter where they worked on her, as none of the little girls she had supervised would see her nakedness as she was brutally ass raped, because the children were now all dead.
CHAPTER 2
Roger told Robin to take a series of flash pictures of the scout leader’s face and body with the young woman’s camera while he got behind the nearly adult bitch and drove his prick, well lubricated with fresh kiddie blood, up into her beautifully gripping anus.
The pictures all showed the naked carcasses of the slain children, which were strewn around the camp. These two had been thorough, and almost all of the little girls were dead. Only one or two still quivered or showed some reflex reaction in their hands and feet.
They had all been properly gutted, and two of the little cunts had even been decapitated. Roger did that. The young Girl Scout leader, a girl in her late teens, struggled beautifully, thrashing and kicking her gorgeous legs in futile attempts at self-defense.
The eighteen-year-old boy kept his hips locked to her buttocks, thrusting and bucking his raging penis into her, ramming his enormous erection into her rear depths with the flared head deep in her colon as young Robin filled a whole camera card on her lively struggle.
Roger lifted the woman and stood with her gorgeous long legs wrapped around his. He was firmly locked into her asshole as he slowly moved her over to the remnants of the campfire, while Robin went into the tent to see if she could find another camera card.
She did. When she returned with the camera card changed, she saw Roger holding the buxom bitch with her beautiful big swaying bare tits hanging over the campfire, roasting them. He had thrown on fresh logs, and they were now crackling merrily.
The fat round bitch-mammaries were only inches above the dancing flames, and the dangling and wildly swinging boobs were bright red and beginning to blister from the heat of the flames. Roger held her by the neck and forced her face toward the flames.
The young bitch’s hair was done in a French braid, and Roger undid the interwoven locks, allowing them to swing free over her shoulders. The flames licked toward the blonde hair, drawing sharp piercing screams of stark terror from the teen Girl Scout leader.
Robin captured the exciting look of horror as the girl’s hair suddenly burst into flame. Abruptly it was time for Robin to do her newly-learned trick with the knife. Roger screamed at her to put it to work in the girl he was fucking as he felt himself nearing orgasm.
“Quick,” he shouted at her, “Get the fucking knife into her throat, slash her fucking throat, I going to cum!”
Without hesitation, Robin put down the camera and picked up the bloody knife. She placed the blade against the naked bitch’s throat, pressing it against the tender stretched flesh so that it pushed hard against the Girl Scout leader’s gullet. She was ready.
“Now!” Roger screamed as he was beginning to ejaculate inside his victim.
Robin knew that at orgasm time, she must do exactly what Roger commanded or she would be in deep trouble. He needed each ejaculation to be his best ever, and she had to do her part.
Robin rapidly drew the large hunting knife across the bigger girl’s throat, pressing on it as hard as she could. The keen edge sliced easily into the stretched neck, separating the flesh, and letting loose jets of bright blood that sparkled brilliantly in the light of the fire.
“Again, quickly!” he shouted, and she slashed again, much deeper this time.
“Oh shit, that feels great,” he shouted, “You’re the best fucking cunt-killing girlfriend I ever had, Robin. Her tight asshole is squeezing my prick beautifully every time you hit her with the fucking knife! Quick, do it again!”
Robin repeated the violent deep slashing several times, and the body of the big girl bucked beautifully on Roger’s raging prick. This was the big payoff for Roger, so Robin knew she was pleasing her boyfriend. His sexual gratification meant everything to her.
Robin was suddenly startled when the beautiful head dropped and rolled free of the marvelous body. Triple jets of blood sprayed into the air from the jagged stump of her neck. It was fantastic. This lady was nearly an adult, so this time what she did was murder.
Robin consoled herself in the fact that it really wasn’t that bad, at least on her conscience, because she didn’t even know the Girl Scout leader. Besides, it was Roger who was fucking her and getting all the rush from the act, and he had told her to do it.
By her understanding, she couldn’t really be found guilty for just doing what she was told by her boyfriend.
Whenever she went out with Roger, Robin always had lots of kicks, but nothing she had done with him was ever as exciting as this. Roger knew how to treat females, and when he felt it necessary to kill them, how to make killing them exciting, even for another girl. He was the greatest.
They took the camera with them when they left the bloody campsite and spent the rest of the night hiking out of the mountains. The bright moonlight had helped them to take control of the camp, and now it assisted them in finding their way back to the stolen car they had left back on the road.
The next day they dropped the cards at a photo center, to get their photos transferred to a DVD. An hour later Roger sent Robin to pick up the color shots. That was where Robin was arrested, and that was when she told them that it was all faked for the camera.
Just for fun, the policeman who arrested her punched her in the belly so hard she puked. That was when she told them it was Roger who had done it all. They booked her, and when she took them to the cheap hotel they had booked into, he already had left.
He had done it properly and had not left a trace to prove he had ever even existed. By the time they found the campsite, scavenger coyotes had ravaged the small bodies and had eaten all of the cooked meat of the headless leader’s big breasts.
The place was a mess and loaded with incriminating evidence. Without Roger to share in the blame, Robin was going to go to prison for a very long time. The parents of the kids they had killed were pissed off, and the judge was going to make sure somebody paid big time.
Roger had beat a hasty retreat, disappearing from the face of the earth, as far as the authorities were concerned. They had little interest in him, other than their requirement to keep the file open. They had their sacrificial lamb, one that the public loved.
The massacre of innocent little girls and their leader was incredibly revolting, to the press and the public. The fact that such a pretty young girl could be willingly involved in such a heinous crime made it certain the public would be able to focus its anger on her, and they did.
The courts responded with a suitably unthinkable sentence. She would be sixty-five years old before she could even be considered for parole. That was long enough to ensure that the public’s taste for revenge would be satiated, and the case long forgotten.
Fifty years was a long time to survive in a maximum-security prison. The judge ensured that she would be housed on death row. A pretty girl like her in the hands of hardened female criminals would be destroyed within the first few years.
The judge was comfortable that he had effectively given the fifteen-year-old a death sentence, one the precocious little cunt richly deserved. Her chances of living a full year in the violence of the women’s prison were slim, deaths there were frequent, and the judge had no problem with that, or with putting a girl in her mid-teens there in the first place.
On her very first day at the prison, Robin came up against the prison’s dominant Queen Bitch, Reenee. She was a thirty-year-old inmate who had all the others under her total control. Reenee was the primary Dike in the women’s prison, a confirmed Bull Dyke, who maintained total control over all of the other inmates.
Robin soon learned from one of the other prisoners that the big blonde bitch with the mammoth tits was the Prison Warden’s prime squeeze, and as such, she had the clout to back up her demands for total homage by all the other incarcerated cunts in the female pen.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO