Okay imma bored as hell... forums full of angry people... so many in SD warring and can't have reasonable conversations cause they all mad... so i thought lets spend some of this nooblet fund.. 

if you are in SQ, Putnam or Arizona then i wanna hear why you are locked up... what is the story behind your imprisonment... this has been done a couple of times before but new faces mean new stories... looking for originality and creativity.. and what is for prizes...

1st prize 2000 eds

2nd prize 1000 eds

3rd prize 500 eds

and for inmates choice... the one people vote for the most... 1000 eds...

Imma give it 48 hours from this post for people to get thier entries in

happy writing...  

Some little 14 yr old gal I was into lost her Dad.

So at the wake I led her to a spare room upstairs to "console" her tight little ass.

Now I'm here. WTF? I didn't know she was only 14, I swear.

Charged with setting up fake children charities to fund a drug ring.They never even proved that I had anything to due with with the drug ring.My laweyer was disbared for f?cking the prosucutor and they still have not gave me my retrail.

i killed a bitch

Hope you were prepared for this when you asked Hana...

I was raised on my parents' farm in Mexico where I helped out with odd jobs around the place and learning to play the clapped-out old piano that my mother had found at a yard sale when she'd been preganant with me. The day I turned 18 my parents told me that they'd been saving a little money here and there since I'd been born and they wanted a better life for their little girl so they'd paid for transport for me to leave the town where I'd spent my entire life so far. We spent the next few weeks preparing for my departure to the US where I'd had a job offered to me on a tobacco plantation in Virginia by a friend of a friend of my father. I say a friend of a friend now but at the time I was under the impression my father knew the man. I'd really like to believe that he didn't and after what happened later, I've never had the heart - or worked myself into such a spiteful rage - to ask.

The border crossing was easier than I'd expected - we weren't even stopped. The rest of the journey to Virginia all began fine but after a couple of days in the back of a truck disguised as a refrigerated lorry, the other girls and I realised the weather was getting colder and there was more road noise than we'd expected. There was also a riper smell in the air, like the fumes of a thousand cars mixed with the bodily odours of many people, the smells of all kinds of industry and commerce. We asked the driver about it during one of our few brief stops. He said it was perfectly normal and nothing to worry about - we'd be at the planation by sunrise the next day. We were far from convinced about this but there was nothing we could do while locked in the back of the vehicle with no tools to help us escape. Besides this, we were more or less penniless, illegals in a foreign country with no contacts, we were at the mercy of whoever was paying the man driving the truck. At sunrise the next day, we did indeed arrive at our destination but it was far from the sunny Virginian farmland we had been promised; we'd been driven all the way to New York.

As we emerged blinking our eyes from the back of the transport that had been our cramped home for the last 3 days, we were bustled into the rear entrance of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. There was no big welcome speech or explanation of any kind, we were simply made to stand in line while men came into the rundown room from other parts of the building. Last came a man who was clearly in charge - all talking stopped as soon as he entered the room and the elderly guard - who I assume had been sitting beside the door the whole time, but I had only just focused enough to see his dark form after the brief but bright glare of the Sun - made to stand up but the leader of the men nodded at him to stay seated. All the time the men were assembling, I'd just stood there terrified, hardly able to comprehend the situation I was in, much less think of anything that may help me. The leader of the men was walking down the line, inspecting the women and girls who had arrived with me, standing in front of them and pointing to one of 2 doorways which his cronies promptly dragged their victims off to. All of a sudden, the girl next to me, who's name I'd learnt on the journey was Martella, screamed. I flinched at the sound and whipped my head round. He was standing right in front of Martella, his right hand on her breast, squeezing it like he was checking how ripe a piece of fruit is in a market. He pointed to the door on the left and as Martella was dragged away still screaming, he moved onto me.

Some time later, I don't remember exactly how long now although it wasn't that first day, I learned the man's name is Rico. Rico had been trafficing people from South of the border for a few years and had built up a loyal following of supporters who believed his bullshit about trying to help his country's people to work their way to a better life. It wouldn't surprise me to find that he may have helped some people but surely only as a cover for how he treated others. He roughly grabbed my face to force me to look him in the eye, he stepped back, looked me up and down and pointed to the right-hand door. I was still thanking God he hadn't touched me and sent me to the left when I was grabbed by unseen hands and dragged through the doorway, had a damp rag jammed over my mouth and nose and felt my clothes being ripped from my body before a blackness enveloped my mind completely. I awoke naked, in shackles and in pain. I'd been used by these pigs for things I would never willingly allow another person to do to me. I was bruised and bleeding. As my vision cleared I saw a man who I hadn't yet come across looking at me from a chair across the room. From the surroundings, I appeared to be in some kind of makeshift hospital, there was blood on the floor - much of it dried and far to old-looking to have been mine. There were tools and instruments and various cutting and gouging devices on racks on one wall and a few medical textbooks on a bookshelf beside this. The man in the chair placed another of these textbooks down as he stood to walk over to me, this seemed a good sign. He told me that I was now the property of Rico and was his to do with as he pleased but so long as I behaved myself, what I'd already endured wouldn't be repeated. He didn't seem happy when he also assured me that if it was repeated, Rico would make sure I was fully conscious for as much of it as possible. I spent a few days being ministered to by the doctor in that bed, trying to get as much information as I could out of anyone who came into the room to try to make sense of what exactly my future held and what I could do to change it.

I found that there was one guard in particular that seemed to either have a soft spot for me or just liked having someone to talk to that wasn't a complete macho fool. His name was Estaban and he started spending more and more time with me over the time I was healing, then when I was relocated to another part of the building, he kept in contact and dropped by my room a few times a day. We'd just chat about anything really to take our minds off the situation we were in - he had been taken the same way I had and threatened that if he ever spoke a word about what Rico was really upto, his entire family would be executed. The few minutes at a time that I spent with Estaban were the happiest moments I had in that shithole. Although it had appeared to be an abandoned warehouse from the rear, the front of the building had been cleaned up and it was being used as a 'nightclub' in which there was no music, no one dancing and no queue outside. However there were a few big bouncers on the door and a rather hefty entrance fee(I'm not sure if Estaban had any basis for comparison of the entry price or just thought it was a lot, he never did reply when I teasingly asked him how many whorehouses he'd been to). The work was as bad as I'm sure you can imagine. I'm doing my best to recall my past but there are some parts I simply have no desire to remember in any detail. We we kept in small cubicles, just big enough to fit a bed and a toilet behind a screen in the corner. It was hard to count the passing of time but it felt like weeks before Estaban finally told me how he felt about me although I think it was pretty obvious from the outset. He clearly didn't belong in a place like that and had been desperately trying to find a way out of his predicament. Without either the money or power though, there was nothing either of us could do, we were stuck with Rico and his gang of perverts and psychopaths.

Estaban and I began seeing even more of each other, he sometimes even risked coming into the cubicle when I was on call. He'd pull the curtain across so the other guards couldn't see and we'd lie in each others arms and talk about a future that could never be fulfilled without a miracle of some kind. It was during one of these visits when the shit really hit the fan. Apparently Estaban had been supposed to pick up a package the day before but hadn't had a chance due to trying to fix someone else's fuck up. He'd told Rico about it and Rico seemed fine but Estaban then forgot to collect it the next morning instead and Rico was in a shitty mood about it. He knew that Estaban was supposed to be guarding the workers so he came to every door he saw, ripped aside the curtain regardless of whether there was one of his wealthy businessman colleagues inside or not and screamed my lover's name. We were in such throes of passion at the time this was happening that the first either of us knew about it, the door to my room was being flung open and a red-faced Rico was pulling Estaban from on top of me. He literally threw him naked into the hallway and kicked the shit out of him while other guards held me and the other girls back. The last thing I heard him shout was 'Veneria, I'm sorry' before he lost consciousness although to this day I know not what he had to apologise for. Rico didn't stop for what seemed like 10 minutes. Estaban's head was left as a mush on the floor and his body was dragged away. As Rico turned to me, I saw the fire in his eyes had gone out, only to be replaced with the coldest look of scorn I've ever seen the instant he laid eyes on me. The guards had relaxed their grips on me and I don't know what came over me. All I could think was that this piece of shit had taken the only good thing from my life and I wasn't gonna let him brutally rape me ever again. I quickly drew my right hand back from the guard's grip and lunged forward at Rico's throat. I'm not sure which of us was more surprised when my fist made contact with a dull thud like a pound of beef hitting a worktop. He didn't drop but was struggling for breath. I took the opportunity to rake the guard holding my left arm across the eyes then as soon as his grip slackened, I jabbed my left fingers as deep into the eyesockets of the other guard as I could. Rico was still struggling for breath and seemed to have lost all confidence in the fight, I was still fuming though. I grabbed at his crotch with my left hand and punched my right fist into my cupped palm. I felt something burst. Rico screamed. Although it makes me sick to think about it now, I groped around with my hand again afterwards until I felt the base of his penis under my fingernails, I squeezed and pulled as hard as I could until I felt flesh detach under his trousers. Some part of my mind told me this was enough and that he'd never be able to rape again and if I wanted to live through this I had to leave NOW. I ran down corridors I'd only ever seen in half-light while drugged on chemicals I don't even know the names of. I caught a glimpse of what looked like daylight so headed towards it. Through the door lay a window to the outside world with a curtain covering most of it but miraculously the window was open. I vaguely heard talking in the room as I leapt across it, landed cat-like on the windowsill and my heart almost stopped when I looked around quickly and saw the room I'd just run into must be the guard's rec room or something as there was a TV showing some kind of sports game and 4 guards sitting staring at me open-mouthed like I'd just sprouted another head or something. All this only took an instant to register and I was out of the window. With hindsight I'd say it's rarely a good idea to jump from a third story window but I suppose I was lucky that there was so much garbage on the floor outside. I landed in a pile of boxes, felt a sharp snap in my wrist when I stumbled on landing but managed to hold the dizziness off long enough to run through the service alley and onto the street. I waved down a taxi that was miraculously passing as I left the alleyway and didn't even open my mouth before jumping in the back. The way the cabbie's eyes widened as he saw the men running after me down the alley I'd just left suggesting he didn't want to hang around to wait to hear the destination, he took off as fast as his protesting engine would take us.

I was still in the same position that I'd been in all that time before in the back of the truck, no money, no friends, nowhere to go. I was unable to pay the taxi driver but he clearly understood and said that he'd drop me wherever I liked in the city. The only problem being that I didn't know anywhere so I named the first place that came to mind - Central Park. He dropped me off and I assured him I'd be fine from there but the truth was that I had no idea what to do with myself. I considered trying to return home but other than hitchiking I had no way to travel and I didn't think it would be too smart to stand on the side of the road looking as I did - bruised round the neck from a previous violent 'client' and covered in the blood of Rico and his henchmen. I found a wooded area in the park and stayed there for a couple of nights but I eventually got too hungry to live off the scraps I could find in the park bins. I cleaned my clothes up as best I could in a pond then made my way to the real city. I roamed the streets for a few hours that first day. I realised my inital paranoia about being picked up by cops was unnecessary as half of New Yorks residents looked like they were the victim of some kind of abuse, whether physical or mental. I found I blended in fine. I soon learned that many foodshops buy much more than they can sell in a day and I had a steady rotation going whereby I'd steal sacks of unwanted breads, pastries, fruits and vegetables from bins just after the shops closed. I ate my fill from these bags and gave the rest away to other homeless people who appeared more helpless than myself. During one of these generous acts, I was told about an old house being squatted. There was no heat or power but the water was running and it was a roof over my head. I took up the offer to stay and found the only lock on my door was under my own control. Within a few days I started to feel secure for the first time since I'd last seen my parents and felt I could really start planning for some kind of future rather than just live day by day. I missed Estaban more than I can describe but felt I'd had my retribution and that Rico would have learned his lesson not to fuck with people he doesn't know. I was wrong on all counts.

To this day I don't know who ratted me out. All I remember is being jerked awake early one morning - so early it was still dark outside - by one of the other residents of the building and being told that Rico had come for me. The old fear returned. While I'd been squatting in the house I tried to find out as much as I could about Rico and his organisation. It seemed that he'd almost stopped 'trading' for a short while after my escape but he was back and seeemingly more brtual than ever. His closest friends had leaked that after my attack he was left with a single testicle and a tube going into a messy hole where his cock used to be. The tube was so he could urinate without messing up his suit. It seemed my grip was good enough to pull his member off at the root - I hadn't even left him an inch to piss through. Rather than learn his lesson though, it seemed he felt he had nothing left to lose and he'd been enquiring about me at the same time I was finding this information out. I've previously mentioned that Rico had biult up a powerful business and he had certain contacts in legal postions he contacted to get me found. Anyway, I was lying in bed having just been told Rico was after me when the guy who woke me shoved a loaded gun into my hand and told me it's my only chance. I guess he was right because as soon as the front door burst open, I started blasting. The figure that had filled the doorway a moment before was gone, only to be replaced with a second. I aimed at this one too and heard some kind of loud voice as I did so but had no idea what it was as I had the explosions of firing bullets snapping around my ears. The third figure to fill the doorway didn't drop when I shot, he was holding a tabletop or some kind of shield. I shot again and again until I ran out of bullets then I turned tail and fled into the house although there was little chance of escape. I ran head-first out of the backdoor and immediately realised how stupid I'd been. If there were at least 3 people at the front, surely they would have sent more killers to the back of the building. Of course if the men at the back had been killers sent by Rico I wouldn't be here now to relate my past to you. The men at the rear of the building were the same as the ones at the front - NYPD. It later transpired that my housemate who had woken me was in the middle of a bad LSD trip and when he heard the police outside he assumed it was Rico as I'd clearly been worried about him finding me in the house.

I was charged with one count of homicide and two counts of attempted homicide as the second cop through the door had been smart enough to wear a bulletproof vest before rushing into an unknown building in the middle of the night. Rico wasn't at my trial himself but he sent a card to let me know that he can now find me any time he likes. I've been moving from prison to prison in an attempt to shake him off my trail but I doubt it's going to work, Rico's too smart for that shit. So now all I'm doing is concentrating on staying alive, always keeping an eye out for any snake sent by Rico to finish the job he never had the chance to.

Thats fucking long. Someone tell me if its worth reading.

Hana I have the stats of a person in az can I paticipate

dont)point)

probly not...

well to make a long story short guy ran over my dog i slit his throat THE END

I banged a bunch-o-babies