The prisoners

"Move bitch or you're coming with us!" the prisoner shouted at Sydney as he wrapped a hand over her mouth, beginning to drag her away as he fired a few shots at the cops.

"MMMMPPPPPPHHHH!" she moaned into his hand, her eyes as big as saucers as she struggled to free herself from his grasp.

"Damn cunt. You look like you can't be much older than 18 or 19. Maybe we should take you in as a hostage and have some fun with you," the prisoner, named Snake, who was the leader of the prison gang, told her as he pulled her away, his other hand pawing at her tight young body.

"P-Please l-let m-me g-go. I-I h-have m-money if that's what you want. I'm the lead singer of the band Echosmith, so I'm pretty well known to some people," Sydney begged him as Snake dragged her through the prison yard by her hair, groping at her tits, ass and pussy through her clothes.

"Bitch, I don't care how famous you think you are. You were wandering through the wrong part of town at the wrong time, and there's only thing we would want you for, anyway," he told her, causing Sydney to shiver in fright at the thought of her virginity getting ripped away from her by these violent convicts.

"Hey Snake, who's the fine young piece of ass?" the other prisoners called out to him as he threw Sydney down at his feet and shot through the door, keeping the police at bay a little longer as he turned to face the rest of them.

"Bitch says she's famous for singing in a band or something," he told them as the other prisoners started exploring her body, running their hands up and down her tight teen frame as Snake looked her over.