Prison guard Andrei "the fish" Trotski, 34, transferred to Hellhole because of violent behaviour. Diagnosed emotional damage.
Our story begins in ragged old cattle wagon, which are often used in Russia to transport convicts and other not so liked citizens. For guards there were all modern luxuries. Like a toilet with a
coffee-machine, announced as a resting space. This was a benefit acceded on the last bolsevik general strike on the year 2017. It was gonna be a long long journey...
The trip made everybody feel pissed off. The atmosphere on its best reminded of microwave. Sentiment was aroused by a ray field surrounding the wagon, preventing even the most despaired attempts
of escape. The very last long and nostalgic look were made on the outermost remain of civilisation. Everyone remembered the moment when the sentences were read. The final hit of judges hammer
against the smooth surface of the table. Sound with a meaning that the case was closed. It was like the Gods revenge from forefather's sins.
There were two bunks in the wagon and three luggage caskets. These were the only options of sleep for the six annoyed criminals. Walls were draffy and all were as cold as hell. On outside there
was quite warm on this time of the year, almost +3c, but the wind did its work as faithfully as ever. There were no windows on there cold metal walls. And the only adornment was the fire exit on
the back wall, which led to the sentinels division.
"Aaall front!!!" yelled Katja and made perfectly clear for everyone in the wagon who was in charge of the situation. She was going to take no fucking around from anyone.
In militarists efficiency she ordered everyone to beds preventing a likely crises of choosing the beds. Katja also decided to number the prisoners for she didn't want to go through the efford of
learning their names. She had always done that for there were no reason to give the prisoners the luxury of identity. They were cattle on their way to the slaughterhouse.. Or maybe not cattle,
for Katja was a very animal loving person. To be more precise she must have preferred animals before humans and it is told that she has had a quite warm and loving relationship on her pet ox,
George.
The guards kept the convicts as silent as possible by yelling outstand ably loud and using their staffs diligently. After a little tussle all prisoners had their stunningly orange uniforms on.
The final sign of their old lives were their clothes unceremonious dashed down the hole attending as toilet.
Misha made a meaningful cough while a 50 rouble bill float briberingly through the air. Then he repeated the request to have another blanket. Katja took the money and forget about the blanket,
being the asshole that she was. Pavel light a cigarette and offered one the Katja too. As a surprise to all she took the mahorkka and aloud the prisoners to smoke as well. Thick smoke filled the
already stinking wagon.
It took over an hour before the groups internal tensions began to break free. Katja asked the doc about he's scars and he told how nice it was to be in the pre-trial detention.
Time crawled by and the train kept moving. It started to rain outside. The guards were making some sorry excuse for coffee. In the shitty scent of mahorkka and body fluids blended almost
pleasant smell of distant coffee.
Surprisingly Viljam found a half ate snickers bar from he's dirty pocket but Katja seized it immediately as a good guard should. Her authority was not respected and she was not too fond of it.
Being calm she could be endured but being mad was another case. One of the group far edge female members, Irina, was starting to be edgy on guards point of view. The electric staff swayed
through the air. It wasn't smart to irritate the guards but Irina's authority problem made no space. In a complete silence the staff hit again and again. The stench of burned flesh fused with
the exotic atmosphere of the wagon.
Guards were always bored on long journeys like this and they had a custom of having entertainment from the prisoners. This time all were ordered to run around the shit hole on the floor. Irina,
hurt bad by the previous acts of violence, could not move, so she was unfortunately lying on the running route. Everybody else avoided stepping on her but the other Irina (Nebrouskaja) who
constantly stamped her in every round.
To a guards authority the first few hours are the most essential. It was necessary to make very clear that resistance was punished and this made a full time job for the guards. All protestors
were severely and in organized manner beaten until this important point to the journeys dynamics were made. These kind of trips had an aptitude of getting difficult or then again more difficult
but this time it was gonna be the very worst scenario in any known scale.
Irina lost her nerve regarding Katjas hushing and she decided to turn Katja´s face in to a meatloaf. A fish hit hard on Katja´s Kevlar hurting both sides equally. Irina broke a knucklebone. It
was surely not the first time and neither the last and was actually quite assumable cause. Mean while in Katja´s mind are certain little thought about killing the prisoners had accured. It was
of course strictly forbidden and could slightly affect the pay check. In the other hand, torturing the prisoners would be more enjoyable and her patience had been tried enough...
Mean while Viljam was having a quite a hard on. First his attention turned into Natalia´s professionally cunt looks and secondly he couldn't leave athletic Katja´s and Irina´s wrestling act
unnoticed. In goal-directed manner he took Natalia by throat and she responded in the traditional rape victim way. Natalia could hardly breath while Viljam ripped her minimal clothing of. The
wagon full of audience followed the act with great interest.
Even the guards seemed to enjoy the show. Katja many reasons not to interfere with the on going rape and Andrej was never the bossy type when Katja was around. Only Misha missed the show while
yesterdays food came to visit him from both entrances.
As an old socialist Viljam wanted to share his experience with a comrade and for Pavel the only one to be even considered as one Viljam asked him to joint in. Pavel was not too interested in
group act but he agreed to have the next slide. Viljam wanted also Irina to take part but while suggesting this Natalia had opportunity to hit Viljam in the neck and free her self for the time
being. Misha protested the guard's lack of consideration but Katja settled it by saying: "If you don't like our rules, handle it with you own."
Pavel light another cigarette. Viljam tried to loan one but Pavel disagreed for Viljam already had one. Misha was the only one not interested in Natalia´s nude and violated body and suggested
that she should have something to wear. It came to notice that guards didn't think there were any available. Misha was feeling sick with Viljams behaviour, innocent that he was. Pavel too was
starting to feel rather ashamed and he through Viljams blanket to Natalia. Now that was something that made Viljam snap. Viljam took a fast change against Pavel but on the way Misha hit him in
the stomach. Viljams trained muscles were too much for Misha´s knuckles and Viljam didn´t left him unrevenged. He knocked Misha off while passing by but underestimated Pavel´s brawl skills and
ended up ramming the metal wall.
The situation was becoming out of hand and Katja decided to grab her pistol. Misha was in the hold of his sudden anger and from his strategical position under Katja he grabbed the pistol and
succeeded to drop it on the floor where it got off. A warm, red burst exploded from Natalia´s rear. Mean while Misha got Katja in a neck lock and forced her between himself and Andrej. But good
old wrestler Katja wasn't easy to but down. She run Misha against the wall like a rag doll. As his last hope Misha wasn't gonna give up the neck lock and hold on regardless the suffocating pain.
He was convinced that this piece of shit Katja was going to die here and now.
Natalia noticed that the gun she had been shot with was lying in the floor next to her. She had a hard time figuring whether shoot the guards or tie her wounds. After pondering she put surviving
before revenge and stick with the last one.
Misha´s and Katja´s wresting had came to the floor match and these two collapsed right over Natalia, who moaned while 400 pounds of raw love rolled over her mutilated body. Natalia´s chest made
an unhealthy crunch and blood busted from her mouth. She was very aware that without medical attention she was surely gonna die and soon.
Misha´s grip was just so tightly in Katja´s throat as despaired man's grip can be. Andrej pulled his gun and was just about to end Misha´s miserable little life paying a very little thought
would he hit Katja or not. On the last minute Andrej´s head decided to have a date with a four-pound pea soup can. Viljam had just got in to the taste of blood.
Also Pavel rushed towards Andrej confused personality and tackled him on the ground not getting his gun. While falling down Andrej pull the trigger and shot a swift round without aiming
particularly anywhere. The shots hit... both Irinas. Andrej´s hollow points drilled enormous hole trough Irina´s chest and the cattle wagon started to turn into a slaughterhouse.
Andrej´s hand was still free and he played his gun like on end of days still not hitting Pavel over him. Ears rang and started bleeding because of the terrible noise and a convict sentenced from
numerous murders was hanging in you freaking neck. Surely there were better ways to spend you Monday night...
Viljam´s sick mind couldn´t resist Natalia´s be maimed body under Katja and Misha. So Viljam kicked the wrestling couple accustomedly away. "Spread your legs or I come in through to rear!"
roared Viljam sounding surprisingly convincing. Natalia still had the missing gun and she gathered all the powers left in her to sent Viljam where he belonged - Hell!
Irina 1 followed silently from her bed Viljam dragging Natalia towards a peacefull corner and stod up... Only to take couple on more bullets on her chest and almost straitening her EKG in one
time. Last of Andrej´s bullets bounced back from Viljam´s breastbone, which was a great surprise for all.
Irina 1 felt death coming and light mahorkka she found from the floor. Smoke rise from a hole in her rear. Smoking was badly difficulted by blood filling the lungs but since childhood Irina had
decided to enjoy her last moments and she was dawm well gonna do it.
Andrej´s grab on the gun slipped finally when Pavel squeezed him by the balls. The pistol ended up under the brawling men, to be precise under Pavel halfly off shot ass.
Irina 2 last hope was to get the gun. Slimy loop reached her hand and she tried to fight not to vomit. Just when all seemed good, the loop was in the hand, a hard boot banged into her chin.
Mishas grip on Katja´s neck was tightning and even Misha was starting to get aroused from Katja´s fainting breath. He panted on her ear and that was just it to turn a sadistic feminist on. She
strained her self off still not succeeding.
"Let the gun go and we can get to it", panted Viljam on Natalia´s ear. Viljam ripped harshly the gun from the hand of the suffocating woman and put it to his belt. It was time to finally do this
girl.
Regardless the pain Irina 2 could keep her gun and tried despairedly to roll away from her attacker. Without any pity Andrej jumped over her and gun fell off from quite lifeless hand.
Katja realized the disparity of her situation and gave up. Adrenalin still running Misha put her on cuffs and tried to take her electric staff. Unfortunately for him he grabbed it from the wrong
end and the staff went on. Katja stud up and kicked Misha into stomach with rage while he was lying stunned on the floor.
Through his passion Viljam remembered the situation and shot cool behind his back without even stopping the penetration. Andrej was hit on the head and fell instantly.
Pavel was bleeding like the Niagara falls. The bruises weren't so bad but fuck they hurt. Irina 1´s meatloaf like appearance made Pavel feel a bit sorry and he ended the poor girl's misery with
strong elbow srtoke on the face. Irina 1 was dead.
Katja decided to silence the last armed convict but Viljam had the time to shoot her into stomach. Katja´s Kevlar saved her again but the shots sent her lying on the floor.
Already part from his head lost Andrej managed to strike his hand in the rear wound of Irina 2 lying next to him. Turn, turn, yank and Irina´s wishes of life went bye bye.
As her very last action this multi murderer pushed her gun towards Pavel. The darkness came when Irina 2´s heart finally stopped.
Misha was pretty much the last making any resistance. Both Andrej and Katja silenced him by an elbow in the eye technique.
Pavel was awfully pleased by Irina´s last present and emptied his gun on Andrej´s neck making his life slightly more difficult. As a social revelation Viljam offered Pavel pills he found in his
pocket. There were red and blue. The Inferno and the Muumi. All to be certain Pavel took one of each.
Natalia and Viljam were going to the second round. Viljam decided to take her from the back and ripped the remains of her clothing from the back side too.
Action was starting to calm down once for all. Andrej was lying in the floor hole in his neck and parts from his head spread on the walls. Katja was still little jerking powerlessly but she was
no treat in cuffs. Pavel ended the pathetic jerkin with good kick, which sent Katja unconscious.
Pavel started to seek the rest of the wagon for bandages, for the wounds needed some batching up. Vodka and First Aid -pack found from the guards' quarters cheered the day up a little. After a
zip Pavel put Andrej out of his misery with an fire axe found from the back.
The wagon kept moving along unknowing the massacre taken place inside. The journey to AD Dubló would still take almost a week without a stop.
So there was Natalia, Pavel and Viljam. All more or less, very less, in shape. And Katja and Misha too but the ones on coma can't count. And for some of them the time limit didn't seem too
good...
In prison the elimination would be even harder. Maybe the half of the survivors would be able to live through the first year in jail. After the train would arrive the sentences would be read
from killing the guard and who would be really interested in who killed who? No-one. So the Irinas would have the few more murders on their account and no memorial on their gravestones.
These three prisoners would have to become friends along the next days. They would have to help each others to survive or to die with the others. In AD Dubló no one could survive without help.
There the mercy was to die fast and without pain. It is the Hell on Earth and the rails that took there had no exit. One could only repair him self... But to what?
Viljam basked next to Natalia enjoying the after glows of his third fuck. Viljam also known as a diplomat tried to persuade Katja to join him in his sick games. She didn't agree on Viljam in
sickly way deducting proposals. And again Viljam proved his negotiators skill by knocking her out again. Unconscious people do not resist.
When Katja woke up she found her self cuffed on the rotting corpse pile. And from there she was found on the terminal station - raped to death.
Gamemasters noticement: The incidents in the prologue are not entirely in line with the events preceeding Wanderer 3c, but will give you
very good picture of what is it all about!
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