A prison van with new friends

"Fucking snow!" Trooper Randy shouted as she shook the layer of wintery mix off her shoulders. Krampus kept to the shadows as he dropped next to the van. Inside sat four prisoners, their heads bowed down. Innocents, they were not, but their petty crimes paled in comparison to their captors.

The short blonde in the wide-brimmed hat held a rap sheet longer than all the prisoners combined. Most heinously, this time last year, she had directed the **** of a prisoner under her watch. She pulled into the snow-covered jailhouse with a batch of new cons to wait until the snowstorm let up, and they could be transferred to the state penitentiary.

Now it was time for karmic justice. A jailhouse two-for-one. All Krampus had to do was unlock the van door...

Inside, Randy was still calling out for Brittney. She was supposed to meet her here and help unload the scumbags.

"Typical," Randy said under her breath. Brittney was a slacker and had probably fallen asleep. Still, she needed to check in, so she made her way to the front. To her horror, she saw the ravaged Brittany still tied to the post and gagged.

As she made her way to the front, she stopped dead in her tracks. There was Officer Brittany tied to the post, her shirt open, exposing her bare breasts to the cold jailhouse. Gagged, she tried to speak, but only drool spilled out from her lips as she tried to warn her fellow officer about the group of men slowly sneaking behind her. With a swift knock to the head, Randy went down to the floor.

Brittany let out a whining moan as Michael and the other prisoners gathered around the knocked-out Randy.

"Hell yeah, we've been listening to this bitch nag all the way here!" The lead con said with a relieved sigh.

"Nice work, boys. I'm Michael." He said, positioning himself behind Officer Brittany. "Thought it was just going to be the two of us, but nice to see it's an open party."

"Even better since you brought your own party favor." He said, motioning towards Trooper Randy.

"Joe Martin. The three fella's behind me are Lewis, Tripp, and Karver." Joe said, all five acknowledging each other.

"Not to skip the pleasantry, but how are we doing this?" Lewis asked as he began rubbing Randy's smooth legs.

"Well, we can always draw straws!" Michael joked as he picked up a nightstick and ran it along Brittany's bare stomach...

When Trooper Randy woke, she was standing up, bound around her legs and arms. Completely stripped of her clothes.

"What the fuck?!" She shouted before Karver planted a forceful kiss on her lips. His tongue diving deep down into her throat, causing her to gag. When he pulled back, she spat back at him.

Karver returned with a slap to the face, causing the other three to join in smacking her body with the palms of their hands. Randy's body turned red with smack marks as tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to maintain some element of composure as the men stripped the clothes off their own bodies and began rubbing their hard dicks along her bare body.

Precum drenched the body of the hardass State Trooper, and her facade of being alpha bitch slowly faded away. Even more so, as three of the prisoners positioned themselves at each of her openings.

"We're going to go over the ground rules, don't worry, they're simple." Joe said, taking command of the group as he positioned himself at the rear entrance of her asshole.

"If you don't bite or scratch, then we won't. Right guys?" He said to the amused grunts of his fellow prisoners. "After all, we're all in this together for a looong time, it sounds like, isn't that right gorgeous?" He said, directing his words towards Officer Brittany, whose eyes welled up with tears.

"Randy, we're trapped!" Brittany howled with fear.

"Fuck..." Karver said in a defeated tone. The muscular Karver grabbed her chin and pulled her face up towards his.

"Fuck is right, Officer tits," Karver said with a slap to both her. "We're here for a long, hard Christmas night, so let's play nice."

And with that the three cons pushed inside her.

Meanwhile, Michael had found renewed energy for another bang and he had begun using Brittany's fresh pussy. He figured it would be better to tap her first before the other guys decide to have a go. This was, after all, his only Christmas present.

The cold silence of the jailhouse now rang with laughter, hot sex, and the slapping of flesh.

And Krampus expected that sound to carry on for the foreseeable future.