The subject of victim psychology is one which has acquired greater interest in recent years, due mostly, perhaps, to the widely publicized "conversion" of Patricia Hearst to the radical SLA. Why a victim will turn and become a party to his or her own abduction is a question which holds numerous variables in human behavior and one which is certainly open to debate.
The young girls in this story find themselves used as pawns in a vulgar, small-town corruption scheme, and through repeated sexual assaults, they become once-innocent girls facing the prospect of depravity. Should they attempt to escape, or should they comply with the demands of their tormentors? Who can say?
CHAIN-GANG GIRLS-a thought-provoking story of young women's reactions to brutality and slavery. A word of warning to us all.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Shana McCoy tossed fitfully in her sleep, weighted by the pair of heavy steel bands shackled around her slender wrists and the foot of thick, clanking chain that bound them together.
The dark, heavy links of chain dragged across the slope of her blonde-haired pussy mound and sent a cold chill sinking down to the depths of her cunt.
Gray stone walls surrounded the tossing teenaged runaway, their surface as cold and blank as the look on her mother's face when Shana had pleaded uselessly for love and understanding. She had both shocked and shamed her strict mother when the stern, hatchet-faced woman had caught her sexy young daughter masturbating with a long, cock-shaped vibrator buzzing between her wide-spread legs.
Rather than face her mother's self-righteous wrath, Shana took the money she'd been saving all summer and caught the first bus out of town. That had brought her to Rocklin County-and to the cold weight of heavy chains.
The nightmare replayed itself endlessly in her mind. But now Shana could not even spread her legs wide as she had to receive the buzzing tingle on her clit that had shocked her prudish mother into hysteria. Her ankles were shackled to the iron frame of her narrow bunk. Shana tossed as the vivid horrors of her dream increased, but she could not turn onto her stomach.
Shana awoke screaming when she heard the clank of the heavy steel door to her cell. Except for a three by five inch heavily meshed peephole near the top, the door was as solid and cold as the walls around her.
A balding, ruddy-faced man with a huge paunch bulging his tan sweat-stained uniform stepped into the room. His gut hung over a thick black military-style belt with a thinner strap that slanted over one of his hunched shoulders.
An empty holster dangled on his fat, right hip. Even with her arms and legs shackled, Sheriff Enos Parker would not risk her grabbing his gun away and using it to take him hostage or make good her escape.
"You remember me?" Parker asked as the door clanged shut and locked behind him.
"How could I forget? You stinking, fat-assed sonuvabitch!"
Parker lunged forward with an angry growl and backhanded the side of Shana's pretty face. The vicious slap spun her head around and sent her long, blonde hair flying.
"Listen, cunt! The first thing you're gonna learn here is manners! You smart-off like that again and I'll ram my fist down your fucking throat!"
"Better that than your stinking cock!"
Sheriff Parker gave a steaming grunt and slapped her again, forehand this time, spinning her head the other way. Then he grabbed her flying hair and slammed her head against the wall.
She groaned, knocked half-senseless by the collision of skull and stone.
"You better listen to me, you little bitch! How you treat ol' Sheriff Parker is gonna decide how you spend the next ninety days. If you decide to be nice, I'll find you some nice easy work-something you can do lying down, if you know what I mean," he said as he stroked the huge bulge of his swelling cock, straightening the long prick inside his pants. "But if you act like a stubborn little shit, then I'll just have to work your pretty little ass of on the Rocklin County Work Farm."
"I'll take the farm," Shana said. "I'd rather fuck a pig than let you put your fat ugly prick in me!"
"I'm putting my cock in you no matter what. It's what will happen after that we're trying to decide." Parker let go of her silky blonde hair and dropped his hand to tug at the zipper of his pants.
It parted with a harsh, grating sound and Parker pulled out a huge, hairy-rooted cock. "Now you look again, you little witch and tell me if you think that's ugly."
Shana stared and gulped. It was the biggest and the ugliest prick she'd ever seen. It sprang from a thick tangle of sweaty black hair like a giant old tree growing out of the moss in a swamp.
"It's-it's very nice," she said weakly.
"It's nice? Just nice? Is that all you can say? Is the Mona Lisa just a pretty picture? You stupid cunt, this here is the King of Cocks, the biggest, the hardest and the absolute best in all of Rocklin County!"
"I said it's very nice," she hissed and stiffened, expecting another slap or to have her head banged against the wall again. "It's great. The best cock I ever saw!"
"And you ought to know," Parker said with a grin curling his puffed lips. "A sexy young bitch like you picked up for soliciting acts of prostitution-"
"That's a bunch of shit and you know it. I asked the guy in the bus depot if he knew a place where I could stay."
"A guy who just happened to be one of my deputies," Parker said. "A man whose job it is to keep filth like you from polluting the pure clean air of Rocklin County."
"Oh, for Christ's sake. I asked him where I could find a room."
"And you told him you was broke. You smiled and you twitched that pretty little ass of yours at the same time, clearly implying you might offer some special favors in exchange for a room. And that, you stupid cunt, makes you a whore!"
"A whore like shit! I'm still a virgin. If you've got a doctor in this hick town of yours he can tell you I've still got my cherry."
Parker laughed. "It don't matter now. You've been duly tried and convicted in Judge Nathan's court. You're a whore whether you like it or not." His laugh grew louder and more malicious. "And even if ol' Doc James was to check you in-say, an hour or two-I can guaran-damn-tee you he won't find even a shred of your precious little cherry still in one piece."
Shana cringed and pressed her naked back against the cold stone wall. She drew the one frayed blanket on the bed up and pulled it as tight around her trembling young body as the chains binding her wrists would allow.
"Gimme that!" Parker said with a smirk. "I wanna see what a fancy city-girl whore looks like!" He jerked the blanket away and hurled it into a comer of the cell.
Shana sat naked, except for her chains. She shivered from the cold of the night air filtering down from a barred window high above her golden-blonde head.
"Hot damn! That's the prettiest little blonde pussy I've seen in a long time! And to think it ain't never felt cock!" Enos Parker said as he pulled off his pants and stood before the frightened girl slowly stroking his cock with a fat, ham-like hand.
He made it swell and pound with heated blood. Thick veins webbed the prick and bulged like blue cables of twisted steel. "This here instrument is gonna tell me if you was shitting about being a virgin."
Shana tried to pull up her knees and hide her naked pussy, but the chains binding her ankles to the foot of the bunk were too short.
"Honey, don't you try to hide that little pot of gold. I Want you down on your back with your legs spread so I can see it real plain."
"NNNNOOOO!" Shana screamed, but he pushed her down flat. She lashed at him with her hands, flailing the heavy chain. But the weight made her slow and Parker caught her wrist and twisted it. "Oooowwww! You're breaking my arm!"
"I'm gonna break something a lot better than that," he said with an evil, leering grin. Parker lumbered up on to the bed like a hippo pulling itself out of a mud wallow. Even that slight effort had the fat man breathing hard-or maybe it was the excitement he felt with his thick hairy cock poised over a sweet, blonde-haired, virgin cunt.
"Uunngh," she groaned, shrinking back until the chains locked around her shapely ankles pulled tight and chafed her tender milk-white skin.
Parker leered down and prodded her with his cock until he was satisfied Shana could not move any farther away. The biting steel bands already had her ready to scream and sob in pain.
"You remember what I said. The better you are, the easier things are gonna be for the next ninety days," he said, grinning and working the fat, bald head of his hairy cock up and down in the tight, wet mouth of her juicy little pussy.
"Gruungh!" She said, a sound that might have been pleasure or seething disgust. It didn't matter, either one made her snug, young pussy churn.
At the top of each cunt-sweeping stroke, the head of his cock jarred her bulging clit. The little knob stiffened and stood half out of its sheath. Shana's lithe body twisted and squirmed in a tangle of tense nerves.
She hated what he was doing to her. She hated the sight and the smell of him and she hated his fat, ugly cock worst of all. But each time he raked the hot, swollen head of it over her clit, Shana felt an uncontrollable tingle of desire.
"Aaaaahhhhh," she gasped. "Get it over with, you greasy pig! Fuck me if you want, but don't make me wait!"
"I'll fuck you when I'm damn good and ready!"
"When will that be? Christ, your cock is already as thick and hard as the limb of a tree."
"I'll be ready when I'm sure that juicy, sweet cunt of yours is boiling hot. I figure, since it's your first time, that it might take a while." He worked the thick cock knob in a little deeper and wrenched it up, down and around.
"Aaaggghhh!'' Shana gasped.
It wasn't the first time her pussy had been hot. She'd done that with her vibrator dozens of times, deftly teasing the thick, hard nub of her clit until she felt the joyous shock of relief.
But it was different now with his cock inside her. The vibrator had no warmth of its own. Parker's cockhead felt like a fiery poker between her legs. It throbbed with a pulsing beat wilder than any she had felt from her vibrating toy. The Sheriff's heart was beating like thunder, heaving in his heavy chest, and she could feel the echo of that in the hot tip of his prick.
"Eeeyyyyow! I'm ready, damn you. Drive it in!"
Parker kept lashing her clit up and down and then spinning around it with his cock. "Not quite yet," he said. "I think we can get your little pussy hotter still."
"Shit, what do you want-smoke?"
He gave her an inch of his cock, even enough to bury the big blue-red head, and watched, expecting her to cringe or scream in writhing pain.
"Hhhmmmm?" Was all she said.
It wasn't as bad as she'd thought, at least so far. Stimulating her clit had started rolling waves of motion rising up from the depths of her cunt.
Parker leaned down and pressed in half the length of his cock, hardly sensing the strain when her fragile cherry popped.
But Shana let out a long shrill cry. It felt like fiery hell to her. And having his huge vein-ridged cock shaft grating over her broken seal was like rubbing salt in an open wound.
"Ooooh, shit! Aaaggghh! FUCK!"
Parker took her anguished cries to be a plea for more. Most women went wild for his huge prick once they got used to having it inside them. She stabbed it in to the hairy root and pressed on her with all his weight.
Shana's eyes bulged under the crushing force. The bright blue orbs hazed with pain and looked like they might leap right out of her head. "Oh, fffuuuck!" She moaned with her last breath.
And that's what Parker did. He fucked his giant cock in and out. He had surprising speed and prowess for such an awkward, ungainly looking man. After a few of his swift, deep-reaming thrusts, Shana could no longer feel the ache of her shattered cherry. What she felt was more like the blazing fires of hell all gathered and stuffed into her cunt at once.
"Shhhhhit!" She screamed. "Ungh! Agh! Grunngh, you're killing me, you sonuvabitch. You're ripping my cunt! Eeeeyyy! I can't stand it!"
Tremors of pain made the walls of her snug pussy heave and roll, grasping his thick cock one instant, shrinking back from its enormous girth the next. Parker responded with deep, savage grunts of joy. He sounded happy as a hog with its head in a garbage pit.
He'd been in better cunts-sleek city bitches who really knew how to milk a man's cock-but never in one that excited him more. It was partly the satisfaction of splitting her cherry and partly the way her wild and fevered cunt muscles thrashed out of control.
She wasn't all clever or contrived like an older woman who knew what fucking was all about. Shana was more like a wild mink with its leg caught in a steel trap. She screamed and thrashed, tearing against restraint and gripping his cock with her tight cunt like she was trying to rip it off.
"Aaarrruuungh!" He said with a mighty gasp.
His huge body tensed and, for just an instant, it was still. Shana thought he might have suffered a heart attack. The way he'd been whipping his cock in and out, that wouldn't have been so surprising.
But then she felt his whole, long cock twitch in the wet grasp of her trembling fuck hole. Parker was clamping down a ring of muscle inside the root of his cock to hold back the searing flow of his cum until the mounting pressure became too exquisite to endure.
"Hhhhaaarungh!" He growled and let it go.
Shana jerked when she felt the first wet burst. It sprayed and burned in the depths of her pussy. She screamed. The gushing jism was even hotter than his cock and it swirled into places even his long shaft could not reach.
It felt like a volcano had exploded between her legs and all its molten lava was burning its way straight to her brain. She babbled lewd sounds of shivering excitement and rolled her head in a fluttering cloud of golden-blonde hair.
Shana managed a weak little grin when the hot, gushing spurts of his cock ceased. Parker sagged on top of her, breathless and heavy, almost mashing her proud little tits with his chest.
She still hated the sight of him, but being fucked wasn't so bad. The climax she'd felt hit harder and lasted longer than any she'd ever managed by teasing her clit with a mechanical toy. And, she thought, now that it's been done once the worst is over.
Parker regained his breath in great roaring gasps. "Now I'm going to have your ass!" He said.
Shana didn't understand. "You have my ass?" She said. "It's locked in jail and chained to the fucking bunk, remember?"
"I mean, I am going to FUCK your ass-ram my big dripping cock into your little shithole!"
"No!" She screamed.
A doctor had examined her once by wiggling one greasy little finger up her ass and even that had made her wince with pain. The thought of a thing as big as his cock up her ass was too much.
Shana pulled and jerked, rattling the chains binding her ankles to the foot of the bunk. She got her chained hands together above her chest and strained to push Sheriff Parker away, off of her entirely.
Parker just laughed sadistically. Even if her hands had been free, the girl was not strong enough to budge his huge weight. "Scoot down here toward me," he said, "and bend your knees. You're gonna need some slack to get that ripe little ass of yours up in the air."
Shana was afraid to move. The idea of having her ass fucked made her whole body cringe. Grinding tremors ran up and down her tight ass tube as Sheriff Parker eyed it hungrily. He watched the dark, puckered lips of her shithole chum in torment at the center of her narrow cleft.
"Damn it, cunt! When I say scoot, I mean scoot!" He capped his hands on her firm, young tits and pinched the nipples between his thumb and first finger. Then he pulled on them, urging her toward him.
"Yyyyeeeooow!" She howled. "Shit, don't rip my tits off!"
"Then do like I tell you. Get your ass down here and get it fucked!"
"No, please. I'll suck your cock and drink your cum-I'll do anything you want, just-aagghhh!"
Dumping one load of hot cum in her cunt had not weakened Parker's seething lust even a little. He rocked forward and pressed the head of his wet, dripping cock against the snug ring of dark flesh that clamped her ass. Then he rammed it in.
"Ooooh, nnnnooo. Shit! Fuck! IT HURTS! AAACK! You're killing me with your big cock!"
"I can't think of a better way for a cock-loving convicted whore to die," he said evenly. "That would save the county the cost of feeding you for ninety days."
"You sadistic sonuvabitch! Uunngh! Shit, go ahead, kill me. That would be better than the feel of your stinking cock!"
Parker kept rocking his hips, reaming the slender, quivering hollow of her ass with long, gliding strokes. Without missing a beat, he slapped her across the face.
"Mind your tongue and get your little ass in gear! Unless it pleases my stinking cock, you'll be swinging a hoe in a cornfield come sun up!"
"Fuuuuck! It feels like I've got the handle of that hoe up my ass right now!"
"Then you'd better start swinging it, bitch! It gets blistering hot in those fields by mid-day. A lot of the weak little city bitches we catch just can't take it. Then we have to cart'em off to the infirmary. Ol' Doc James treats'em there, and you wouldn't like the way he treats his patients at all!"
Shana gritted her teeth and began to writhe her ass, pumping it back and forth to meet Parker's vicious ass-reaming thrusts. After the brutal, searing shock of having her ass invaded by his long, unyielding prick began to wear off, the sensation started to change. She felt sharp pain, then a dull ache each time he slammed into her. Finally she felt a warmth, a slow tingle that spread, reaching upward from the depths of her gut.
It came as undulating waves. Her bands of muscle eagerly gripped his big cock and then staggered back as though stunned by the size and ripping force of his prick.
The shivering tension held his cock even more. Parker gave a dull grunt as he felt the pressure begin to mount in his balls again. He rasped a sound of pleasure and clamped to hold it back, wanting to have a huge blast ready when he finally shot it into her ass.
"Aaahhhrrruungh!" He groaned, ramming and twisting the root of his gushing prick. Again and again the balled knob twitched and pulsed, pumping out blast after creamy blast.
Hot jism slicked her little shithole and Sheriff Parker fucked into her faster and faster, grunting savagely with each vicious thrust. Shana felt the rough mat of his cock hair grind on her creamy ass cheeks when he gave an excited twist at the bottom of each stroke.
At last he fell silent, too weak and drained to move. A final creamy-thick drop of jism oozed out of his twitching cock. Shana felt it burn and she gave a soft moan as it sank into her.
"Congratulations," Sheriff Parker said as he stood up, wrenching his wet cock out of her ass. "You've just won yourself another night in the Receiving Center-that is, unless my boys can grab me another cunt or two who look better."
Chapter Two
The speeding black sports car flashed through the night. Rounding each curve, the glare of its high beams glanced off the thick pine forest shouldering the road.
Maria Freeman's fiery red hair streamed straight back, tossed by the wind whipping over the steeply slanted windshield of the expensive, open-topped car. Her full tits strained against the sheer fabric of her blouse. Braless, they still jutted proudly. The thick, dark nipples brushed the spokes of the steering wheel each time she hunched forward and powered into another sharp curve.
"Where the hell are we?" Maria called over the engine's roar to her friend slumped timidly in the passenger seat.
Nancy Miller shouted back, fear straining her voice. The low-slung car lurched and swayed as it shot through a blinding series of sharp curves. "We-we just passed the Rocklin County line about a mile back. I saw the sign-" Less than a minute ago, she thought.
As usual, Maria was driving much too fast. An intense, impulsive young woman, Nancy's friend did everything flat-out, hammer-down and hell-bent-for-leather. Nancy was a far more cautious person by nature, and now on the twisting back-country road with its numerous sharp and unfamiliar curves, Nancy worried that Maria's reckless courage would get them both killed. But it was Maria's daring and furious approach to life that had drawn them together in the first place.
Maria sucked cunt as wildly and as skillfully as she handled her car and Nancy loved that. It freed her from the demanding savagery of men and their enormously long cocks.
Nancy's step-father had raped her when she was still a child. He had sneaked into her bedroom in the dark of the night. He gagged her with his rough, callused hand and spent an hour ramming his awful cock in and out of her tender, young body while her loving mother slept unknowing and unconcerned in the very next room.
She had had no use for men after that. But her father-that's what she was told to call him-came back to her room dozens of times over the next few years. Nancy cringed and accepted his cruel violations, vowing she'd leave home as soon as she could. It did no good to try to tell her mother. She thought her husband was as kindly and loving as a saint. She gave Nancy a stinging slap whenever the child even suggested it was not true.
At college she roomed with Maria in a co-ed dorm-a chance meeting arranged by a computer. The fiery redhead attracted dozens of male friends but she also paid special and loving attention to her shy, petite roommate.
It was Maria who finally taught Nancy to enjoy sex. Nancy could lie for hours while Maria's tender lips and understanding tongue soothed her squirming cunt that had been so abused.
"At the rate we're going, we should be at the beach in two hours or less. Once we get out of these fucking hills we can really make time!"
They were bound for a luxurious beach-front hotel to enjoy a brief vacation before returning to college. "We've been saving for this all summer," Maria said. "And I can hardly wait to suck your cunt in the middle of that big, round bed."
"You won't get to do that if you kill us both," Nancy said with an anxious gasp. The car careened around another curve, slamming her against the door and then swinging her slender body back the other direction.
She bumped against Maria and felt the firm warmth of her large tits. Nancy loved those tits. She could lick and suck their thick nipples for hours on end. And Maria liked it too. Nancy's timid, delicate ways of making love were a pleasant change for her. Overall, Maria preferred a ripping good fuck with a well-hung stud and Nancy's tender ways made her appreciate that more.
"Don't worry," Maria said with her usual brimming confidence. "I won't let anything happen to that shy little pussy of yours-not until I get my tongue in it..."
"Huuungh!" Nancy gasped as they roared through another "S" curve.
Maria had turned off the Interstate fifty miles back, saying she could make better time through the hills, far from the overcrowded main road. At first it had seemed like a good idea. The dense forest was prettier than billboards and gas stations, but now Nancy wasn't so sure. The trees seemed ominous now that their swerving car came so dangerously close to them.
"Ooooh, shit!" Maria said with an angry snarl. Her foot eased off the gas pedal for an instant.
"What's wrong?"
"Look!" Maria flicked a glance to the rear. The red and blue flashing lights of a patrol care were blazing in the dark of the night far behind. "Sonuvabitch!"
Maria rammed her foot back down on the gas, grinding the pedal against the floor. "Aren't you going to stop?" Nancy wailed. Her voice twined with the siren screaming behind them.
"Shit no! I'm not going to let some hick cop keep me from eating your pussy right on time!"
"But it only takes a few minutes for them to write a ticket. It's no big deal-"
"Out here in the sticks it is! They could slap us in the can and hold us until court opens tomorrow morning. These hick speed-trap counties do business strictly cash and carry."
"But, Maria, my God! We were going too fast before."
"Don't shit your britches. No hunk of Detroit iron is going to catch this baby!" She patted the dash of her powerful, nimble sports car and guided it through another tire-smoking curve without ever easing off on the gas.
"MARIA! Christ! I'd rather spend a night in jail than eternity in a pine box!"
"Just close your eyes and think how good my tongue is going to feel dancing over that clit of yours! We're pulling away from that stupid-shit Sheriff's car already!"
Nancy moaned. She closed her eyes, but she could still feel the violent lurch and sway of the skidding car.
"God damn!" Maria shouted. "Those dirty bastards!"
Even before Nancy could get her eyes open, she felt herself pitch forward and slam her firm, sharply pointed little tits against the padded dash. Maria had slammed her right food hard on the brake and when she dared to open her eyes, Nancy could see why.
There was another black and white patrol car with its roof-top light ablaze. It was ahead of them, angled across the road in a narrow gap completely blocking the road.
They skidded to a smoking stop only an inch short of crashing broadside into the patrol car as it Mocked the road. The one behind them skid too and just creased the rear fender of the sports car before coming to a stop.
"Well, now," a lanky deputy said as he approached Maria's side of the sports car with his pistol drawn. "Just what the shit to you think this is, the race course at Monte Carlo?"
"I'm very sorry, officer-" Maria turned on the charm, batting the long dark lashes over her jade-green eyes. "-I saw all those lights and just flipped! It'll never happen again!"
"You bet your sweet ass it won't-at least not for the next ninety days!" A second gruff, male voice said. The deputy from the following car came up on Nancy's side of the car with an ugly, short-barreled shotgun cradled in the crook of his stocky arm.
"I said I'm sorry. It was all a mistake!" Maria swiveled her head between them, swirling her waist-length, red hair.
"I'll say it was!" The lanky deputy agreed. "You thought this fancy spaghetti-powered sports car of your could outrun Waldo's patrol car on this twisty mountain road and it prob'ly could. But you can't outrun the two-way radio we got."
"Outta the car, ladies. You're both under arrest!" Waldo made an impatient gesture upward with the muzzle of the shotgun.
"Arrest?" Nancy's usually timid voice screeched. "You don't need to arrest us! Just give us a ticket and we'll be on our way."
Both deputies laughed. "This here is Rocklin County" the lanky one explained. "And we don't just give tickets for resisting arrest, reckless driving and hit-and-run-"
"Hit-and-run? What the hell are you talking about? We didn't hit anything," Maria said. "And we can't run!"
"There's a dent in my patrol car door," the heavy-set deputy snarled.
"You hit us, you stupid sonuvabitch! It's not my fault you can't drive that lumbering bucket of shit!"
"You just try explaining that to the judge. It's our word against yours and since the judge just happens to be my cousin-ladies, you are both ass-deep in shit. Now get outta that fancy-fucking car before I take your earrings off with buckshot!"
"You'd better be careful!" Nancy warned with a sternness that was unusual for her. "I'm a law student and I know my rights!"
"A law student?" The lanky deputy cringed in pretended fear. "And what is your fiery-headed friend here, the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court?"
Nancy sank back in her seat with a long sigh of frustration. "No use trying to talk to a pair of backwoods cops who probably need written directions to take down their pants. Wait till we get to court," Maria said. "Then you can hang their asses out to dry!"
"Listen, you big-mouthed-bitch. I told you to get your ass out of that car and if you don't do it quick, you're gonna be wearing buckshot where your brains used to be!"
Maria crawled out of the low-slung car grudgingly. Nancy followed, lithe and graceful as a young deer. "Now both of you, put your hands behind your backs and lace your fingers together!"
"Shit, you'd think they just captured Public Enemy Number One," Maria groaned.
"I don't think you're helping," Nancy whispered softly.
"You're fucking-well right she ain't. That's the first smart thing either of you stupid-bitch cunts has said since we stopped your car!"
Nancy heard the sharp metallic snap of handcuffs and Maria let out an angry yelp. Then Nancy felt the bite of cold steel jaws clacking shut around her slender wrists.
"What you think, Waldo?" The lanky deputy said shooting a leering grin toward his stocky friend.
"Elroy," the heavy one said after pretending to think about his answer. "I think we have just busted us a couple of Prime, Grade Double-A cunts. But I think we out to check'em to make sure before we deliver them to Sheriff Parker."
Nancy struggled uselessly against the gleaming steel cuffs binding her wrists behind her back. "I'm warning you," she said with a snap. "If you violate my rights, I'll have the State Attorney General on you so fast that-"
Waldo and Elroy burst into laughter so loud that Nancy's protest stumbled to a stop. "In the first place," Waldo said with slow and deliberate precision, "it ain't your rights I plan to violate. It's that musky-scented cunt of yours-"
"No!" Nancy screamed and spun around, scraping her cuffed wrists along the side of the car.
"In the second place, the State Attorney General is a frequent guest at the special parties Sheriff Parker throws for the V. I. P. 's. And if the A-G gets on anybody, honey, it's gonna be you. He's a skinny little shit and he likes the pretty ones all quakin' with fear."
Waldo grabbed Nancy by the arm and pushed her toward the trees. "Elroy," he said, "why don't you put the cars off the road while I escort these two cunt off into the woods?" He came around the sports car, laid his shotgun across the seat and grabbed Maria with his free hand.
"You sweaty-assed rat fucker, let me go!" Maria railed.
Waldo's thick, hard-muscled body shook with laughter again as he shoved Nancy and Maria toward the dense stand of timber ahead. He said, "Once you fine ladies meet Sheriff Parker, you are gonna wish that Elroy and me had kept you fuckin' out here in the woods forever. And once you go to one of them special parties that ol' Parker throws for the big-shot politicians, you're gonna think our Sheriff is the most kindly and considerate sonuvabitch that ever lived!"
Nancy and Maria both winced. Maria's firm wall of confidence collapsed as the iron-handed deputy pushed them forward. The fiery redhead didn't understand all he was implying but the grating harshness of his voice came through to her loud and clear.
"I'm sorry," Maria said to Nancy who was stumbling along at her side, both of them cuffed and pushed forward by the deputy with cold hands like the jaws of a steel vise.
"It wasn't your fault," Nancy muttered bravely.
Maria still cringed. She felt that she could take- perhaps even enjoy-everything the two deputies could dish out. But she wasn't at all sure about her friend...
"Which one you want, Elroy?" Waldo asked when the deputy joined them in a small clearing deep in the woods.
"I'll take the little one with the long, dark hair," Elroy said. He stepped forward and grabbed Nancy by the arm.
"Nnnoooo!" Nancy cried.
All her old nightmares began again. Elroy was tall like her step-father, well over six feet. He towered over the petite, little brunette whose doll-like figure quaked in fear.
"Leave her alone!" Maria said in a barking voice. "She, she doesn't like men. I'll fuck the both of you-two at once, if that's what you want. I love getting my cunt and ass fucked at the same time.
Elroy seemed not to hear. He was running his hand through Nancy's long, shimmering dark hair. It was soft and shiny-smooth like expensive fur. "What's she mean, you don't like men?"
"It's true. I don't," Nancy confessed with a tearful shiver. "I don't even like you touching my hair!"
"Well, I'll be God damned," Waldo exclaimed. "You know what I think we got here? A couple of cunt sucking, female queers!"
"I love cock!" Maria said roughly. "I'm not even sure the two of you together could keep me happy!"
Elroy wheeled and dragged his hand out of Nancy's hair. "Well, we'll just see about that!" He began stripping off his tan uniform. Waldo did the same.
Nancy's keen mind raced ahead. If they laid down their gun belts, she might be able to get her hands on one, even though her wrists were cuffed behind her back.
But Elroy took the heavy black belts and draped them over the limb of a tree far out of her reach. "Now, let's see what this fiery one has under her fancy city clothes," he said.
They both grabbed an arm and ripped open Maria's blouse. She never wore a bra and her proud, full tits bulged and gleamed in the silvery light of the moon.
"Hot damn! That is one super-fine set of tits!" Waldo said as he wet his lips. He grabbed the nearest one and squeezed his fingers into the firm tit and worked its bulging nipple around with his thumb.
"Aaaahhhh!" Maria said with apparent pleasure.
She was gritting her teeth, but wanted to make it sound good. If she could keep both men busy, then maybe, just maybe, they'd leave poor Nancy alone.
Elroy took her other tit and wrenched it around in his bony hand. "Hhhmmm. That is one big, beautiful tit!"
Nancy watched, stricken with fear. The two men's cocks began to swell and throb as soon as they got their hands on Maria's breasts. Nancy had never really seen a man's cock before-her step-father always came to her room in his robe and he had the hard thing inside of her long before she could more than glimpse its steely length.
Unlike his stocky body, Waldo's prick was long and thin. Elroy, the lanky one, had a short but enormously thick cock. Both of them grunted with savage delight as their ugly pricks swelled stiff and hard.
Elroy put his free hand on Maria's shoulder and forced her to her knees without releasing her tit. "You can start by sucking us both, you bitch."
He and Waldo stood side-by-side. Both with their hot pricks aching hard as Maria moved toward them with her spreading lips.
"Hhhuuummm," she purred, still gnashing her teeth behind an anxious smile. "One is fat and thick and hard like a fire plug. And this one looks like the main pole of a circus tent. I don't know which one to suck first."
"You're going to do both of them, cunt face. And you better not let either one of us get bored otherwise that shy, little friend of yours is going to get a cock rammed in her ass!"
Nancy let out a yelp, she couldn't help it. "Nnoooo!" She whispered in a weak voice. "Please, no!"
Maria leaned forward and took the thick cock first, spinning her long, sleek tongue around the heavy ridge of its head. And she swayed to the side, drawing the longer one deep into her mouth.
"Which one you like best?" Waldo asked.
"Ah, I can't tell yet. Ungh, this one is so thick I can hardly get my lips around it. Muummmph. And this one is so long, shit! I'm not sure I can swallow it all!"
She knew better than to make a choice. Whichever one she might pick, the other would surely be madder than hell and probably take it out on Nancy. The brunette already looked white as a sheet, stiff and silent with her horrible fears.
Maria swayed back and forth between them, grasping and clinging with her sucking lips. Her long, red hair shimmered and whipped across her back as the frantic speed of her desperate sucking increased.
Maria felt herself starting to get hot. Hard tremors began deep in her cunt and her musky oils flowed hot and sweet. Their heavy scent seemed to hang as thick as fog in the cool, night air.
Elroy sniffed and said, "I can tell this cock-sucking whore really likes her work. You can smell hot pussy already!"
"Yeah!" Waldo said with an excited grunt, as Maria closed her lips on his long prick. He pumped his hips and rammed it into her mouth until his sweaty cock hair was grinding on her lips.
"Mmmaaagrumph!" She moaned in a strangling voice as Waldo gripped the long waves of her flowing red hair and held it while he whipped his cock viciously in and out of her throat. Maria groaned and muttered gagging sounds, choked by the driving length of his long cock.
"Hey, no fair holding her like that!" Elroy said. "I gotta get my share!" He grabbed a handful of fiery hair on the other side of Maria's head and jerked her toward him.
"Yeeeooowww!" Maria cried as Waldo's long prick was wrenching from her throat. "Yyyuuuuummm!" She purred as she took the thick one in. She swirled and lashed it with her tongue, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked and collapsed her cheeks around the heavy cock.
"Enough of that, fuck-face! Get back over here and get your mouth on me!" Elroy pulled her hair and dragged her to him.
As pressure began to boil in their nuts, they whip-sawed Maria's head back and forth faster and with more vicious force. She gulped cock and then cried in pain-gulp and cry-gulp and cry. The pain made her pussy hotter still. She was eager to fuck so they'd quit yanking her hair.
Waldo's long cock twitched with rapid, shivering pulses the next time she took it into her throat. He was about to cum. But Elroy jerked her head away. She cried, and Waldo's big, thick hot blast shot into her ear.
"Damn you!" Waldo groaned. "Give her back!" His giant cock shot off again, this time spraying Maria's face.
She groaned and Waldo yanked her hair and pulled her to him just as Elroy's thick cock shot its searing burst. The heavy cream dropped in a long arc and splattered between her tits. Even by darting her head back and forth, Maria could only swallow about every third blast. The rest of it they delighted in spraying all over her-in her hair and across the bridge of her nose. It dripped down her lips and a gleaming, white froth came from the overflow filling her mouth.
Nancy couldn't watch. She turned and hunched her shoulders, sobbing as she heard the wild trio of lusty grunts. Maria's voice became hoarse with desire. Only the wet gurgles made it sound different from the men's.
"Fuck me!" She begged when she had sucked and been sprayed with their very last drop. "Uuunngh! Now! Sucking off two huge loads of cum has really made my pussy hot."
Elroy and Waldo looked at each other and they both sighed in regret. "Come on, take my skirt off," Maria challenged them. "My pussy has red hair too and when you get inside you'll think it's on fire!"
"What do you think?" Waldo asked, an anxious but strangely fearful tremor in his voice.
Elroy gasped another long sigh as he looked down at the begging redhead. Her whole upper body was drenched and splattered with gleaming hot cream. "We better not. You know how pissed ol' Parker would be if we did them first."
"Yeah. Shit, he'd have us both locked in the Sweat Box!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Maria asked. "My cunt it itching hot and neither of you want to fuck it?"
"We want to," Waldo said. "But the Sheriff gets it first."
"Uuunnngh," she moaned.
"Parker may not even want her," Elroy said in a cool, taunting voice.
"What do you mean?" Maria asked. With her lush curves and long fiery red hair, she had yet to meet a man who didn't want her.
"Well," Elroy explained, "our Sheriff being in the position he is, I figure he'd a lot rather rehabilitate a pretty little girl who thinks she don't like cock-"
Nancy' sharp scream ripped through the stillness of the dense woods and shattered the silence of the night.
Chapter Three
"On your feet, cunt!"
The harsh voice echoed in Shana McCoy's stone-walled cell. The girl snapped awake and tried to focus her eyes in the pre-dawn gloom. A tan-uniformed figure bent over the foot of her bunk and unlocked the shackles from her ankles.
"I said, up!" A short, thick black whip hissed and snapped at the blonde-fleeced mound of Shana's cunt. "We haven't got all day. You're supposed to be in the fields by six, and we have a long way to go."
Shana yelped from the sting of the lash and sat up clutching her cunt. When she first saw the tan uniform through sleepy eyes, she thought it was Sheriff Parker back for another round. Now she could see this person was slender-gaunt, lean and hard looking. And the voice was higher pitched. A woman!
"I'm Valerie Parker," she said straightening to full height. "The Sheriff's cousin, and the Superintendent of the Rocklin County Work Farm."
Shana gazed up at an angular woman who had to be at least six-foot-two. She towered over the shivering blonde. Her face looked thin and hard, and her nose hooked sharply like a giant eagle's beak. "The Sheriff said I could stay here another day."
"The Sheriff changed his mind," Val Parker said with a narrow, evil grin. "Now your ass belongs to me!"
"But-but-"
The cold, steely glint in Val Parker's eyes made Shana tremble. They looked as menacing as the short, Mack, braided leather whip dangling in her right hand.
"His deputies brought in two new bitches last night, so the Sheriff says he ain't got time for you."
"That sonuvabitch!"
The whip snaked out in a hissing black streak and slashed across the top slope of Shana's bare tits. "Yyyyeeeoooow!" The young girl cried.
"You talk nice, or you don't talk at all. You understand?"
"Yes, sir... I mean, yes Ma'am!"
"That's better! If you learn to be nice and sweet like girls are supposed to be then maybe you won't have to work in the cornfields after all."
"What do you mean?" Shana asked in a quaking voice. It was a pointless question. The dark, hungry look in the woman's narrow eyes was easy to read.
"Nice girls do what they're told, they don't ask questions. Stand up, I want to see what you look like."
Shana nodded, mute with cringing fear. She stumbled to her feet, stiff and weak from long hours with her ankles chained and still sore from the vicious reaming of Sheriff Parker's huge cock.
Val smiled as her eyes inched up and down, savoring each smooth, freshly ripened curve of the young blonde's body. She gave her a cool grin then and said, "You won't last a week in the fields. And when you drop from the heat, ol' Doc James is gonna have himself a nice little treat."
"But you said maybe I wouldn't have to work in the fields."
"Maybe! It depends on how good you are at sucking cunt."
Shana said quickly, "I'm good. I'm the greatest."
Even though she'd never done it before anything would be better than swinging a hoe in the broiling sun. Or maybe passing out and ending up in the hands of that kinky doctor they all talked about.
"Down on your knees, let's see."
Val undid her heavy leather belt. It was just like the Sheriff's, with a strap that went over her shoulder and slanted right between where her tits should have been. It didn't look to Shana like the woman had any tits at all. Her body looked far more like a man's.
There was hardly a mound over her cunt either, just a thick, dark mass of hair spread wide on a firm, flat plain. Beneath was a narrow pussy. "Go to it!" Val said. "We haven't got much time."
Shana inched forward on her knees, nervously circling her lips with her tongue. All she knew to do was use her tongue as she had the vibrator at home. If she could make this vicious manlike bitch cum, maybe she wouldn't have to work in the fields until she dropped.
A strong, burning scent filled Shana's lungs when she drew a long expectant breath. Val's long, narrow cunt had a powerful and compelling aroma. She flicked at it nervously with her tongue and caught a taste that was stronger still-tangy and sharp like some kind of rare imported cheese.
Shana purred and her heartbeat quickened. Not only did she want to avoid the back-breaking work, but she also felt a sudden mad hunger to suck this reeking cunt.
Another tingling shock came when she dug into it with her tongue, searching for the button of Val's clit. She felt something wet and firm and exceptionally long. Shana gave a questioning sigh as she worked her tongue beneath it, spreading the taut, hairy lips of Val's cunt.
What she found when she lifted it was a leathery stub at least two inches long. It swelled and stiffened like a little cock when she gulped it with her lips and traced its length with her tongue.
Val gave a low moan of contentment. "Isn't that the biggest and best-tasting clit you ever saw?"
"Uhhh, yeah. Shit, it sure is..."
Shana had never seen a clit except her own. It was nothing compared to the obscenely grotesque shaft that stiffened before her lips. Shana gulped and sucked it into her mouth, flailing it with quick, tense strokes of her tongue.
"Aaaahhhh!" Val rasped hoarsely. "Hhhmmm! When you learn to really make it hot, it gets almost big enough to fuck."
Shana sagged back, raking it lightly with her teeth. The idea of being fucked-really fucked-by another woman made her pussy squirm with a strange and intensely curious desire.
Shana began an excited bobbing motion with her head. The frenzied motion swirled her long, golden hair in silky waves. Val snagged her thin hard hands in the hair just back of Shana's ears and whipped her head back and forth faster still, slamming and grinding her lips against the fetid mat of her cunt hair.
"Almost!" Val said tensely. "Really suck it in! Pull it, squeeze it, work it with your tongue. Aaahhhh! Yeah! Suck it like you would a cock! Twist it, grind it. It's so hard now, you can't hurt it!"
Shana tried to do as she asked. She felt the clit stiffen and twitch inside her mouth, and for one shivering instant, Shana thought it might shoot jism, just like a man's cock. The spasms became that intense and Val rocked her head back and gave a wail-piercing scream of joy.
The trembling waves soon passed. Val took a deep, cooling breath and her limp, tingling body began to straighten itself. "You'll do," she said simply. "You can work in my office-at least for now."
Shana heaved a sigh of relief. But she couldn't help feeling sorry for the two women Val had said would be taking her place...
* * * * *
"Hear ye, hear ye. The Court of Rocklin County is now in session, Judge Armand B. Nathan presiding!" Elroy was also the bailiff of the court. He stood before the judge's tall bench. "All rise!" He commanded as the judge entered through a side door.
"Shit, he looks like he's ninety years old," Maria said.
"He looks more like a corpse someone forgot to bury," Nancy said.
But she managed to look respectful. With her background as a student of law, Nancy felt confident they would win their case and be on their way soon after paying their fine.
Elroy read Maria's and Nancy's full names and began the list of charges against them. "Speeding. Reckless driving. Resisting arrest. Attempting to bribe an officer of the law-"
"You left out hit and run," Maria said with a snarl.
"Silence!" The judge barked and rapped his gavel.
"Sssshhh," Nancy said very softly. "Let me handle this."
"How do you plead?"
"Not guilty, your honor. And we request a jury trial."
"Request denied. Proceed-"
"The officers made up most of those charges," Nancy said in a calm and even tone.
"But you were speeding?"
"Er, yes. Yes, your honor, I guess we were-"
He rapped his gavel again. "Guilty as charged for speeding and reckless driving. The other charges are dismissed."
"Thank God!" Maria said.
"Ninety days," the judge said.
Maria gulped in shock. "Ninety days?"
"Don't worry," Nancy said. "They can't charge me, I wasn't driving. I'll be back with a real lawyer before noon and have you out in no time."
The judge glared fiercely as Nancy spoke in hushed tones to her friend. Then he cleared his throat loudly. "And you, little miss chatterbox, I find you guilty of contempt. Ninety days!" His gavel fell again. "Next case."
"Er, we don't have any other cases, Judge." Elroy shrugged.
"Then clear the court. Prisoners are to remain in the custody of the Sheriff." Then the old judge leaned across his bench and whispered down to Elroy. "You tell Parker to keep that little one with the dark hair for me!"
"Er, I don't think the Sheriff is going to like that," Elroy said hesitantly. "You know how he likes the young timid ones."
"I don't give a damn what he likes. You tell him -what's her name? Nancy something. You tell him to have her at the next party for me, or I'm going to start finding people innocent!"
"Yes, Sir!" When Elroy gripped the arm of the dark haired, doll-figured girl he had a quizzical look on his face. He knew that Judge Nathan's last order had taken Nancy out of the frying pan and into the fire.
* * * * *
Nancy shivered when the heavy steel door of the cell slammed shut and Enos left. The chilly, stone walled room had two iron framed bunks. He'd put chains on Maria's wrists and shackled her ankles to one of them. But for some reason he'd left Nancy unchained.
"Why do you suppose he did that?" Nancy asked.
"I don't know..."
But Maria had an idea. She'd seen the way the old judge had leered and licked his lips, looking at Nancy while he whispered instructions to the lanky deputy. She figured they had special plans for her, but decided not to trouble her friend with that thought now.
"But let me tell you something-"
"What?" Nancy crossed the small cell and knelt by Maria's bunk.
"I-I've never told ya anything about this before," Maria began, "but when I was a kid, I got in trouble and did some time in the juvenile slam. 'The School of Correction', they called it."
Nancy's eyes widened, but she did not speak. Her small, soft hands were stroking Maria's wrists just above the heavy steel bands the deputy had locked around them.
"I only learned one thing inside there," Maria went on. "And that was: to get along, you have to go along."
"What do you mean?" Nancy's fingers began inching up Maria's arm, timid but questing.
"I mean don't get up on that legal soapbox of yours and start telling The Man about your rights and what he can or can't do."
"What man?" Nancy asked. Her searching fingers moved from Maria's arm to the base of her firm, full tit.
"The Man, that's whatever fucking sonuvabitch runs this place. Aaaahhhhh!" Maria's voice trailed off in a sigh as Nancy began to stroke her tits. "When 'The Man' says, 'jump', all you do is ask, how high?"
"I understand," Nancy said.
But it didn't seem to Maria that she was listening at all. She opened the front of Maria's blouse and began to sweep her adoring hands over her friends big tits. They stood up proud and firm, even though Maria lay flat on her back.
She arched and pressed the creamy mounds more firmly into Nancy's grasp. "Hhhhmmm, that feels good. I love the way you fondle my tits! Hhhhaaaa ... but there's just one more thing," Maria remembered. "We're in the Receiving Center right now. Where we're going, The Man is probably a woman."
"I might like that!" Nancy said. Her eyes narrowed with a look of burning desire. "Your tits are still wet with jism. I like the way that makes my fingers glide around your big nipples."
"Aaaggghhh! I like it too!"
"They're so slick and creamy smooth-"
"Don't talk, you little witch. Climb up here on the bunk and suck my cunt, that's what we came on this vacation for."
"Only if you'll suck mine too," Nancy teased.
"Grungh! Suck it, shit! The way you've heated up my tits, I feel more like eating it alive!"
"Go ahead," Nancy said. "If The Man does turn out to be a woman, I don't think she'll be too gentle."
"You're probably right about that!" Maria said as she lifted her head and nibbled hungrily at Nancy's sweet cunt.
"Ahhheeeee!" Nancy cried in shrill delight. "Hungh! That really makes me hot. Hhhaaaa... it makes me want to eat you the same way!"
"Please do!"
Sucking cock had heated Maria's pussy to the boiling point. And then when the two deputies had decided not to fuck her after all, she'd felt a savage chill like a withdrawal from some potent drug.
"Yyyyuuummmm!" Nancy said as she dug and twisted with her tongue. 'I've always loved the taste of your cunt, but it's never been so strong before."
"That's because it's hot for cock," Maria said with a groan of pleasure and frustration.
"You really like that don't you-having some big, hard prick shoved into such a soft, tiny cunt-hole?" Nancy bowed down and burrowed into Maria again, thrusting and twisting with her tongue more violently than she ever had before.
"Hhhaaarrrgh!" Maria jerked backward and then heaved her deliciously sweet cunt up to get more. "You bet I do. I love what you do to me with your tongue, but it would be a lot better if it was at least a foot long!"
Nancy writhed and wiggled her little pussy down onto Maria's spearing tongue. A whole foot? She thought. The idea seemed appalling at first, but the rough, jabbing thrusts of Maria's tongue excited her as they never had before. Nancy got a strange restless feeling deep where Maria could not reach, and she began to tremble, wondering what it would be like to have a huge, thick cock plunging in far enough to reach the hidden center of her desire.
"Hhhhooo, Maria! Stick your finger in me! That will go farther than your tongue. Unnngh! Yeah! Huuuhhhh, now wiggle and twist it around!"
Maria felt the hungry gulping of Nancy's wet lips again, and she decided to do even more than her friend had asked. She lifted her shackled wrist and wormed her long middle finger into Nancy's cunt. Then she wet her thumb in the overflowing oils and reached up to work the tip of it around on the puckered lips of her bobbing asshole.
"Hhhhaaaa?" Nancy gasped. "What are you doing?"
"Heating up your tiny little ass!"
"Hhhhooo, I don't think I like that-" Nancy moaned and then reared back suddenly. "-I love it! Do both holes at once, yeah! Oh, shit! That really makes me hot!"
Nancy dropped her head and her long, dark hair spilled all over the bunk as she dug and stabbed into Maria's cunt with her tongue. She ate like a starving dog until Maria started to cum.
"Hhhwwwooowe!" Maria shrilled. "You are one horny, little cunt-sucking bitch! And your cunt is so fucking hot, it's dripping honey all over my face."
"I know! I want cock!" Nancy said and gasped, her mind amazed by what her mouth had said. "I really do! I wish you had a prick you could stuff in my cunt!"
"I wish I had two," Maria sighed. "Your ass is hot, too! Ooooh, shit! What I'd give to be able to fuck them both!"
The steel cell door clanked open as the two women wolfishly attacked each others cunt, both wishing they had a big, hot cock to really do the job right. Sheriff Enos Parker strode in boldly and cleared his throat, but neither Maria or Nancy heard the sound that echoed like thunder in their stone walled cell.
Their mutual climax had begun, and although it lacked the gripping intensity that comes with a hard, deep fuck, both of them screamed and wailed and mumbled wet-mouthed sounds of joy.
"I'll be God damned, go to hell! Two lusty little bitches committing homosexual acts right here in the Receiving Center!" The tone of his muttered words made it sound like the worst thing in the world.
He peeled off his thick black belt and pulled down his tan pants. Before Maria and Nancy had finished the last shivering joy of their orgasms, he was standing naked beside them, swinging his broad leather belt from the tight fist of his right hand.
Parker gave a roar of disgust and swung his thick, meaty arm above his head. The wide belt snaked and hissed and snapped across Nancy's back.
"Eeeeyyyoooowww!" She cried.
"Get out of the way, you cunt licking queer!"
Nancy's head snapped up and splattered tears already flooding because of sharp pain. The welt slanted across her back and turned red and burned like fire. First she saw the naked man's angry scowl warping his lips and then her watery eyes swept down to his cock.
"Ooooh, God!" She moaned.
Maria had talked about a foot, but it looked like he had even more than that. His cock lanced up at a sharp angle and his two balls were as big as hen's eggs and swung in a thick hairy sac below his prick.
Nancy's cunt heaved, wrenching with a mix of both fear and desire. "Get your perverted little pussy out of the way!" Parker snapped. He couldn't help snarling and thinking what a waste it was to save this sexy, little dark-haired cunt-sucker for the crusty, old judge.
In raging anger, he lashed down with the belt again, this time striking Nancy across the chest with such force she tumbled off the bunk and sprawled on the cold floor at his feet.
"That's better," he growled. "You do what you're told the first time, and you'll find ninety days don't seem so long."
Nancy cowered in a heap on the floor, gazing up at his huge cock from below. But Parker didn't see the mixed look of lust and loathing that glazed her eyes. He only saw the tawny, red-furred slit of Maria's dripping cunt.
"At least your cute, little, fairy friend got your pussy nice and hot. You can thank her for that, 'cause when you feel this, you're gonna need all the help you can get!"
Parker stroked his enormous, hairy cock with his left hand and swung the leather belt idly on the other side. "I really ought to whip you first for what you did-giving that pretty, red cunt to a pint-sized lesbian. But I figure I can teach you the error of your perverted ways better with this!" The Sheriff pushed down on his hard, swollen cock and let it leap up with the springy force of its lusty desire.
"No, fuck me!" Nancy cried. "I'm the one who was wrong!"
"Sorry, bitch. You're reserved for the judge."
"I want a cock," Nancy moaned. "I'm so hot now I can't stand it! What can I do with that ancient old fart?"
"You jus' wait. When ol' Armand B. Nathan was a law student like you, he played rugby at one of them fancy back east universities, and in the locker room they called him 'The Three Legged Man'!"
Chapter Four
Nancy felt more a prisoner than her friend Maria who was shackled to the iron bunk. Sheriff Parker ignored her and crawled up between the sultry redhead's wide-spread legs. Nancy's tight cunt burned with envy as he worked his thick cock up and down in the wet mouth of Maria's pussy. All she could do was sit and wonder about the cranky old judge and a prick that once, long ago, someone thought big enough to call a third leg.
"I've seen some hairy big cocks in my time," Maria said with a rasping purr, "but that's the first that looked like the trunk of a tree wearing a fur coat!"
Enos Parker smiled and blurred the fat knob of his prick up and down across her clit. "You'll like my big, hairy prick a lot better than those silly French Ticklers the city dudes use!"
"I bet I will! Christ, I can only feel the head of it and I'm ready to cum right now."
Elroy and Waldo had started it, pushing her to her knees and making her suck two cocks at once. And Nancy had added to the heat of her passion by sucking and stabbing her cunt with her tongue. Now Maria was heaving, rocking her hips and wishing her ankles were not chained so she could lift her knees and ram her cunt against his thick, teasing prick.
"Fuck me!" Maria cried.
She threw up her arms linked by a foot of heavy chain. She whirled it over Parker's head and he jerked when the cold steel links fell across his broad back. "Relax. All I want is your prick, big man. Ram it in!"
Maria gave a grunt and pulled with her arms, mindless of the biting metal cinched around her wrists. She felt the press of Parker's big cock, but then he pitched forward. "I need a taste of big, hot tit first," he said.
If Enos Parker had shaved any time in the last week, Maria figured he must have done it with a dull knife. His upper lip and chin felt like coarse sandpaper when he buried them in one of her creamy mountains of tit flesh.
"Aaaggghhh!" She howled.
"What's the matter, cunt, can't you take the feel of a man's mouth?"
"Suck, don't talk!" Maria snapped back. "Those tits of mine choke all but the biggest and the best of men."
"Shiiiiit!" Enos sneered. "I'll bet you never had a real big man in all your fucking life!"
Maria grinned up and tugged harder on the chain looped over the Sheriff's back. "Let me know when your prick gets hard-I can hardly feel it."
"God damn! I love you smart-mouthed city cunts. It's more fun than breaking a wild horse! You feel that?" He asked, and his churning lips roared down the slope of her tit like an avalanche.
"Aaaggghhh!" Maria yelped. "Shit, leave a little in case I decide to have a kid some day!"
Parker reared back and shifted his gaze to her other tit. "That little sucker just may starve!" He said.
Maria's lush body wrenched and heaved from the force of his powerful suction. Parker's mouth engulfed her whole tit and pulled like he wanted to bite it off.
"Feel that?" He asked, prodding her with his cock when he'd had enough of her thick nipple burning against the roof of his mouth.
"Hhhhaaa... yes! Hhhmmmm. That's what I want. Give me cock! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me good!"
Nancy sat alone on the other bunk, trying to work a finger around in her wet cunt the same way Parker ground on Maria with his big cock. It turned out to be like a mouse trying to imitate an elephant act. She just could not produce the same wild thrills that Maria obviously experienced.
In addition to the heat of her frustrated desires, Nancy also felt pangs of jealousy. Until now, Maria's beautiful, tawny cunt had been hers. She knew her roommate also fucked men, but Nancy had never had to watch!
Blood was hammering into Parker's cock. The thick, blue veins along the prickshaft bulged. Nancy could almost feel the heat of it from the far side of their cell. She shivered and wet her lips, entranced as she watched the huge, long cock inch its way into Maria's pussy.
"I've never seen such a big cock!" Nancy cried.
"Get a good look, baby. It ain't gonna be where you can see it for long!"
Parker looked across the cell, amused by the stricken look on Nancy's face. She couldn't imagine how Maria's tight cunt could hold such a huge prick. How could she enjoy having it stretch, almost rip, the tender lips of her cunt?
But Maria obviously did enjoy it. She kept tugging on the chain linking her arms. It was draped over the small of Parker's back and she kept pulling to feel more of his long, wicked cock.
"Now we're getting there. Now I can feel it," Maria cooed. "Fuck, it'll soon be thumping the roof of my mouth!"
"You like that better than the little wiggling tongue of some fruity broad?"
"Uuunnngh? Can't you tell?"
Maria writhed every cunt muscle at her command. The others pulsed involuntarily, shocked by the huge size of the cock that pressed them apart.
Enos yawned, despite the fever of her trembling waves. "I sent a better cunt than this out to the farm this morning."
"What farm?" Maria asked, gritting her teeth and clenching his cock as hard as she could.
"The Work Farm. Cunts that can't fuck get to weed corn."
"You sonuvabitch, when I'm through with your prick you'll think it's been run through a threshing machine. This pussy of mine separates the wheat from the chaff."
"I'll be God damned, go to hell! You can talk like a country girl!"
"I was one, once," Maria said, gushing breath as he began to ram in and out of her with long ripping strokes. She moaned joyously and hauled down on the chain. "My cunt also separates the men from the boys. There isn't a cock-city or country-that could take more than thirty seconds of this!"
She arched her back like a steel bridge and began to grind on his cock with wild spasms like nothing Parker had ever felt before. He groaned in delighted agony. And grabbed control of the heated swelling he felt rising up from his flopping balls.
Parker chuckled then and let her wringing cunt muscles run up and down his long cock. "Shhiit," he sneered, careful not to lose control. "This big prick of mine can take all that and give this back!"
He let out a savage roar and dropped all his weight on the tawny redhead. The arch of her back collapsed and a wild, stuttering cry came out of her mouth. Parker drilled in and out of her cunt so fast that she couldn't keep the words together.
"God-ungh-damn-aggh-FUCK!"
For an instant, all the seething muscles of her pussy were stunned by the force of his attack. They slumped and then strained, surging back with every ounce of her hidden strength.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" Parker growled, feeling hot waves of jism rip through the tight knot of his self-control. "I can't stop it, you hot fucking bitch!"
"Don't try! Fuck my pussy full. Slam and squirt till the well runs over!"
"Gruungh! Shit! Your cunt fucks even better when it's dripping with cum!"
"Yeah! And it ain't full yet! I haven't had enough until it runs out my nose!"
"You're just lucky I got a couple of good fucks last night, otherwise you'd need a snorkel to breathe!"
Nancy could only gasp and sway in time with their wild ravings. The harder Parker thrust, the more violently Maria arched back. They fucked themselves into a searing frenzy and then, with one long, hot gasp, they both fell slack and trembled together, gulping for breath.
But the doll-figured girl's interest in their lewd writhings was not quite complete. She had glimpsed now and then to count the seconds flashing on her digital watch. "That lasted exactly forty-five seconds from when Maria really turned it on," she announced.
Soft lips curved in a lusty grin and Maria said, "Damn, Sheriff! That's a new world's record. Wanna try for a whole minute? Maybe now that your dick has really been fucked-"
The clank of the steel door cut her off and Va! Parker strode into the room, thin and stiff as an icicle. She seemed not even to notice her cousin the Sheriff as he sat up and hauled his huge dripping cock out of Maria's cunt. Men didn't interest Val much.
"Which one of these cunts is for me?" She asked in a stern voice without moving her eyes.
"Three guesses!" Sheriff Parker bent down and began sucking one of Maria's irresistible tits.
Val grabbed Nancy's arm and yanked her to her feet. "Come on, bitch. Showtime is over."
She whipped a chain and two heavy, metal cuffs from behind her back and clapped the cold steel bands around Nancy's slender wrists. Then she brought out another pair sized to fit her ankles.
"Ooooh, no!" Nancy cried. She feared and hated restraint ever since the time her step-father held her and forced her to fuck his big cock.
Nancy wasn't even sure if the person locking her ankles in chains was a man or a woman. Val's grayish-black hair was cut short and parted and combed back like a man in a 1950s hair cream advertisement.
The hands locking the heavy steel bands around her ankles were as hard and cold as the metal itself. But then, as the menacing, uniformed figure stretched back to full height, Nancy saw the flare of female hips.
"Are-are you a man or a woman?" Nancy asked in a trembling voice.
Val's nostrils flared. "I'm a woman-but to you, baby, I'm The Man!"
Then she grabbed the heavy chain linking Nancy's wrists and she dragged the screaming girl from the cell.
* * * * *
Val drove Nancy to the Rocklin County Work Farm in a station wagon with a heavy mesh screen between the front and rear seats. There were no door handles on the insides of the back doors. She threw Nancy in, the girl was far too terrified to utter a sound. The locks clicked shut when Val touched a button on the dash and they were on their way.
The "farm" as it was called looked more like a Nazi prisoner of war camp. The steel, mesh fence around the yard loomed twelve feet tall, with a tangle of barbed wire above that. Guard towers stood at the four corners and Nancy could see rifle barrels protruding from two inward sides of each.
As tall as the towers were, she couldn't tell if men or women held the guns, but she could see that the grip was steady and menacingly strong.
"Out!" Val said simply when the car stopped in front of a gray concrete-block building with barred windows. She grabbed Nancy by the arm when she didn't move fast enough and yanked her toward the door.
Inside it was cooler. A fan whirred monotonously back and forth and a young, pretty blonde sat smiling behind a desk. "Strip her!" Val said, and vanished through an inner door.
Shana McCoy rose slowly, tossing her long blonde hair. As she stood up, Nancy noticed that her wrists and ankles were also locked in chains. The sack-like dress she wore was prison blue and it had "WORK FARM" stenciled across the chest and back.
"I'm sorry," Shana said, "but I have to take your clothes off. It's the rule. Later you'll get one of these lovely designer outfits-"
"Later?"
"After Val gets through with you. She's The Man."
"I know, she told me. It's all right," Nancy said, but she still winced when the curvy young Monde began ripping her blouse. Because of the chains binding her wrists, she couldn't just slip it off.
Shana used a gleaming chrome letter opener to poke through stubborn seams and start the tear. She hummed softly while she worked. "If you're sorry about what you're doing, why do you sound so happy?" Nancy asked.
"Because everything else they do around here is worse. Stand still, I don't want to slit one of your pretty little tits."
"I don't believe any of this is happening," Nancy said.
Shana smiled and continued ripping off Nancy's clothes. "In Rocklin County, I don't think they know yet that Congress passed the Bill of Rights-" And then suddenly her face turned cold and hard.
"Wha-what's wrong?"
Nancy was a nervous wreck. But all she could do was stand naked, except for her chains, while the steely eyed blonde looked her up and down.
"Nothing's wrong," Shana said, her cold, liquid-blue eyes continuing to roam. "You're beautiful. Very tiny, but nicely put together."
"T-thank you."
"Just don't get that little doll's body of yours too turned on," she warned, idly picking her nails with the gleaming, sharp letter opener.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean Val-The Man-is gonna want you to suck her cunt."
"I pretty much figured that. I don't mind." Nancy tried to smile, despite the girl's sudden coldness that she still didn't understand. "In fact, I'm pretty good at it."
"Don't get too good," Shana warned. "If she likes you better than me, I'll rip you from ass to cunt with this..." She flashed the chrome blade near Nancy's heaving little pussy mound.
Just then the inner door opened. Val Parker stood in the opening with her mannish hair almost touching the top of the frame. "Nancy, I'll see you in my office now," she said. A wry smile turned up the thin corners of her mouth and her voice seemed softer than before.
Nancy took a breath and started toward the door, dragging the heavy chain locked between her ankles. "You remember what I said," Shana called after her.
Val glared and slammed the door. Then she clicked the lock on the inside. Turning slowly from the door, Val's eyes viewed the petite brunette from behind. Her smile increased.
"What did she want you to remember?"
Nancy stiffened and replied, "It wasn't important."
"I'll decide what's important! What did she say out there?"
The words came hard, so hot and dry they stuck in her throat. Nancy didn't want to inform on another prisoner, she knew how dangerous that could be. She also knew The Man wanted an answer.
"She-she was telling me how you like to have your cunt sucked."
"Oh? And what did she tell you about my twat?"
"Well, ah, we didn't have much time. She just said it was nice and that I'd really like eating you out."
"Did she say why you'd like eating my cunt so much?"
Val came around in front of the girl in chains. She stood leering hungrily like a cat who'd just cornered a mouse, and began stripping off her tan uniform.
"We, we didn't get around to that," Nancy said, watching Val bare a hairless, but mannishly flat chest, her nipples, dark little dots.
Nancy's eyes dropped as Val slid down her pants. Her spread of wiry cunt hair was enormous, reaching almost to the points of her hips. It was thick and dark and reeking with musk. Nancy gulped and wet her dry lips.
"How tall are you?" Val asked.
"Just a hair under five feet."
Val smiled approvingly and seated herself in a spring-backed swivel chair, spreading her legs wide in obvious invitation. Nancy's eyes dropped with her and focused sharply on the taut, thin-lipped slit of her cunt.
"I've also heard that you don't like men," Val said.
"I don't, I mean, I didn't. I-I'm not sure any more."
"You'd better make up your mind. Tomorrow night you're going to one of the, er, parties that we have for important visitors.
"I heard that-with the old judge."
Val nodded. "That old judge has a cock like you won't believe. He gave orders that you weren't to be fucked until then, but that doesn't mean that you can't warm yourself up with this."
The woman slid one large hand down into her hairy crotch and hooked her first finger into her narrow cunt slit. She drew it out wet and shining with oil, and then Nancy saw what looked to her like another finger.
"Wwwhhhaaa?" She gulped.
"One of nature's little mistakes," Val said with a smile, apparently enjoying stroking it the way men like to pump their huge cocks. "Well, not quite so little." Val drew the leathery shaft to full length and worked it between her fingers. "I've been thinking-as tiny and slim as you are, I could probably fuck you with this!"
Nancy felt repulsed. "But, er, the judge said-"
"Fuck the judge! How's he ever going to know? You aren't going to tell him, are you?"
"N-n-no."
"And he doesn't even suspect what I have in this mixed up cunt of mine. Now get down and suck it! Treat it just like you would a man's cock!"
"I've never sucked a man's cock," Nancy said as she stepped forward. She felt a shivering revulsion for what she saw between Val's legs-but an intense curiosity at the same time.
"Then you'd better learn here today. Judge Nathan won't take time to give you lessons."
Nancy lowered herself slowly to her knees, bowing forward with her trembling lips spread. She flicked the obscene projection with her tongue and found it surprisingly stiff.
Nancy felt like a slave, like the walls were closing in on her. The weight of her binding chains grew heavier with each breath she took. And then there was the fear of the unknown-Judge Nathan and the mysterious party. Her only means of escape was to lose herself in sucking cunt-or whatever Val had.
Nancy drew the leathery whip into her mouth and stirred it with her tongue. She pulled her head back slowly, letting her lips glide in a smooth, tight stroke. Then she minced them back to the root of the huge clit and buried in Val's strongly scented cunt.
"Aaahhh, good!" Val said in a soft, purring voice that seemed strange coming from someone so stiff and strong.
Nancy knew that Val's-whatever it was-must have been sucked many times before, and probably by women with much more experience. But the tense heat of her freshly awakened desire gave her lips strength. And coupled with her great need to escape, at least mentally, helped guide the frenzied swirling of her tongue.
"Aaaggghhh!" Val rocked back, spreading her legs even more. Her thing swelled hard and throbbed between Nancy's pulling, dancing lips. She sucked in and collapsed her cheeks to grip the hardened shaft in a sleek, wet vise. "I can't believe you never sucked cock before! Uuunnngh! I've never been so hard and long!"
Nancy's dark mane flew around her face as she whipped her head back and forth. She remembered how Maria had sucked cock and she used the same wild motions.
"Get your tongue into my slit, too. I like it both ways!"
Nancy hadn't thought of that. Her tongue stabbed out and began to twirl. Val's cunt was the tightest thing she could imagine-as sleek and small as her own. The clinging walls gripped her probing tongue in a wet embrace of perverted delight.
Val began to make fuck motions with her hips and drive her stiffened shaft into Nancy's mouth. "I'm cummmming," she moaned. "Suck me harder! Aaagggh! Make it the best I ever had. Hhheeee, that's it! Oooooh, I can't wait to see if I can fuck your tiny little cunt. You've got me so hot now, I think I can do it!"
Chapter Five
Val slid her hands beneath Nancy's arms and lifted her as easily and tenderly as a girl would her favorite doll. In a way, that's what Nancy had become. "I'm going to take the chains off your ankles so you can really get your legs apart," she said as she seated Nancy on the edge of her desk.
Nancy felt a blissful wave of relief when the heavy steel shackles snapped open. She willingly spread her legs, anxious to stretch them.
"Hhhmmm, what a pretty little cunt you have!" Val gasped.
Warm oils were already surging to lube her little pussy. Nancy could feel the increasing flow and thought soon it would be dripping on the desk blotter. Val sniffed the innocent sweetness of her cunt scent as she crawled up on the desk between her legs.
"Huuuuhhh?" Nancy said in a trembling voice.
She looked down between her upraised knees and watched Val maneuver herself into position above her. Her pussy oils got steaming hot as she watched Val lower her little wand.
Val's probe first touched the button of Nancy's clit and sparked a violent tremor. The lean, hard woman circled her hips and bore down steady harder, grinding herself on Nancy's clit until the girl was kicking and screaming from the searing shocks of pleasure.
"Fuck me!" Nancy pleaded. "Oh, I need something in my cunt right now! Do it! Drive it in as far as you can!"
Val slid back and slanted down to enter between the tense, trembling wet lips of Nancy's cunt. Nancy gasped, but the pleasure she felt was far from complete. The stiff, slender whip gliding in and out was hardly longer than Maria's tongue.
"I need more," Nancy moaned. "Fuck me, Val! Do it as hard as you can!"
The taut, angular woman gave a grunt and rammed down with her hips. She felt Nancy's sleek and tender cunt walls pulse and grip her little shaft. With a low, anxious moan, she pressed down harder and began to spiral her hips around.
"Aaaggghh, yeeeees! Huuuummph. That feels sooo good!" Nancy cried.
She and Maria often mounted each other and made fuck motions to grind their nubby little clits together and achieve a double orgasm. But now that Val was fucking, actually getting inside of her, Nancy began to feel the swell of even stronger sensations.
"Oooooh, GOD! I-I think I'm cuuummming already!" Nancy threw up her chained wrists and looped the chain over Val's back as she'd seen Maria do to the Sheriff when she had wanted more cock.
Val gave an angry grunt when the cold metal fell across the ribboned muscles of her back. But her anger mellowed into a sigh of startled delight as Nancy began to pull and tighten the chain, deepening her penetration.
"You hot little bitch! What do you mean, you don't like cock? I'll bet right now you wish I had more!"
"Yes! Oh, shit, yes! I wish you had a big cock like the Sheriff!"
Val did the best she could, humping and grinding down on Nancy's willing, doll-like body. The girl strained and arched back to meet each thrust. "Oooh, yeah. I like that. Help me get it in! Shhhheeeeee!"
They both tensed as their approaching climax jarred their senses. Val gave a moan and spiked into Nancy one last time, sinking as deep as she could and then writhing around inside. The sleek tube of Nancy's fuck tunnel held her in its sinewy grip and the girl could feel tense little shocks as the thing twitched and jerked just like a gushing cock.
"I wish I had jism to shoot into you!" Val moaned. "I wish I had a real prick and could really fuck you good!"
The peak of their cresting wave passed and their nerves began to calm. "It was still the best I've ever had with a woman," Nancy said.
"The best for me, too," Val gasped. She still didn't have her breath back.
"Does-does that mean I'll be staying here with you instead of working in the fields?"
"It sure does. I'm not going to let that tiny, sweet cunt of yours get out of reach."
"What about Shana?"
"If she gives you any shit, I'll throw her ass in the Sweat Box."
"What's that?"
It was the second time she'd heard it mentioned and something in the look of Val's eyes told Nancy it was a terrible place.
"It's a little room all made of steel plate and painted black to absorb the heat of the sun. On a nice day it gets up over a hundred inside. And on a hot day-" A cruel laugh split from her lips.
Nancy cringed and felt sorry for Shana. The day outside was blistering hot. "Then at night when it cools off and, well, all the deputies and the guards from the men's section of the farm get to have whoever is inside. There's thirty of them altogether and most of them can come at least three times a night." Val's laugh grew wilder and meaner.
"You can't imagine how great it feels to suck a hot, sweaty cunt that's been fucked a hundred times in one night. There's so much jism inside that I can hardly swallow it all!"
Val's tongue danced just thinking about it and Nancy felt a shivering chill. She kept thinking that she might be replaced as Val's favorite in a day or two, just as Shana had been. And then she thought about the horrors of the Sweat Box again.
"Fuck me," Nancy said in a soft, desperate whisper. "Do it again. I want to see how hard I can make you cum!"
* * * * *
Nancy was wearing a smile and a dress of prison blue when she left Val's office hours later. The sun was just going down outside and a line of a dozen women was returning from the field. Each one was shackled to the one behind her like daisies in a chain. They looked like wilted flowers, all weakened and bent by a day of back-breaking work.
Nancy stood by the barred window and watched in grim fascination. Female guards flanked both sides of the line, each trailing a long, black, snake-whip in the red dust of the prison yard.
"You belong at the end of that line," Shana said.
"No, Val says you do. She wants me to stay here."
Shana sat stunned for an instant, then she leaped up from behind the desk with the long gleaming letter opener clenched in her angry fist. She lunged toward Nancy, forgetting the shackles around her ankles and the short length of chain between. She tripped and went sprawling. Before she could get her feet beneath her again, Val stood over her, glaring down. She kicked the opener away with a booted foot.
"On your feet, bitch!" Val said, grabbing the short length of chain between Shana's wrists and yanking her up. Then she shouted to one of the passing guards. "Lock this little cunt in the Sweat Box and let all the guys know what a pretty young bitch is inside!"
Shana screamed in wild terror as she was dragged from the room. Nancy had to look away. She thought she might throw up.
* * * * *
The deputies, Waldo and Elroy, brought Maria to the farm that evening. She no longer had the strength to satisfy Sheriff Parker's voracious appetite for sex. She'd been fucked at least once in every position she knew-and three that she'd never seen or used before.
"You're lucky we heard there's sweet blonde pussy in the Sweat Box tonight, otherwise Waldo and me would take a turn with you, too," Elroy laughed. He was driving the patrol car.
Maria sat between them, shackled hand and foot. They'd put the seat belt over her arms in her lap and cinched it so tight she couldn't move at all.
Waldo looked at the sexy redhead and said, "You know, a cunt is no good for a day or two after the Sheriff gets through. But those big tits still look ripe and sweet to me!" For the rest of the trip, Waldo mauled and sucked her tits while Maria groaned in helpless restraint.
Powerful flood lights lit the dusty prison yard. Elroy stopped the car and they dragged Maria out. Her Mouse hung in tatters by then and her head was bowed in fatigue. They turned her over to a whip-swinging woman guard and walked off toward the Sweat Box. Laughing, they felt their cocks starting to get hard.
"Let's do her two at once," Waldo said, "like the horny bitch we just dropped off wanted to do."
"Yeah-at least we can start that way."
* * * * *
The surly woman guard took Maria to the barracks and shackled one ankle to an iron bar at the foot of any empty bunk. A dozen bunks lined each long wall of the room. Most of the others were filled, but none of the women appeared to have strength enough to lift her head to even look at the new arrival.
Maria was glad that only one ankle was chained. At least she'd be able to turn over when she wanted, not that it mattered much. As tired as she felt, she could have slept standing on her head.
"Reveille sounds at 4: 30 AM. Breakfast is at 5-such as it is. And then we march to the field at half-past," the guard said. Then she remembered something and checked a list on a clipboard she carried. "Forget that. Your name is on the party list. You get to sleep in-"
Maria didn't hear the news, she was already snoring.
* * * * *
Shana cowered in the corner of the metal cell farthest from the door. The heat remaining in the windowless room felt oppressive, even though the sun was down. She couldn't imagine what it would be like by noon the next day.
Her fair-skinned, young body was glazed with sweat. It dripped and beaded like pearls in the soft golden fleece around her pussy. She sat and rubbed her wrists and ankles. At least they'd taken her chains off, but the raw marks still showed on her tender flesh.
When the narrow metal door clanked open the first time Shana felt the welcome cool of the evening breeze. She gave a thankful sigh as Elroy and Waldo walked in.
"Remember me?" Elroy asked.
"Yeah, you're the fucking sonuvabitch who arrested me. Only you were in plain clothes then."
"I was technically off-duty, just checkin' out the bus station for signs of possible illegal activity."
"Like young girls offerin' to fuck in return for a place to stay," Waldo chimed in.
"Looks like you got yourself quite a room," Elroy said in a snide voice. "Of course, there ain't much of a view..." There was only one small, mesh-covered vent above the door. It was much too high up for her to see through.
"Still, it is a room," Waldo said with an evil grin. His lewd glances crawling all over Shana's lush, young curves. "And now it's time for you to pay for it!"
He swooped down and grabbed her arm with one hand while whipping his handcuffs out of a leather pouch on his belt with the other.
"No, not that again! Christ, I can't stand being chained!" But it was too late. One gleaming ratchet-jaw had already snapped shut around her wrist. "Please! Oh, please-no! I'll do what you want, just don't lock me up like that!"
Waldo grinned and pulled on the open jaw of the other cuff, bending Shana backwards until he could clamp it around her ankle. Elroy did the same thing on the other side, and they both stepped back smiling at the way she was bent over backwards on the floor. Her legs were spread and her beautiful golden-haired pussy in plain view.
"Hot damn! Don't look like ol' Parker wrecked it completely. Still looks pretty tight to me!" Elroy leaned down and wiggled a long finger into her seething, wet cunt. "Nice and juicy too!"
"Good enough for you, maybe. But what about this long, skinny cock of mine?" Waldo had been busy stripping off his uniform.
"Hhhmmmm? I think she can even get a pretty good grip on that. Unless, of course, you'd rather fuck her ass!"
"Yeah!" Waldo began stroking his cock with his hand, heating and straining it to aching hardness.
"You bastards!" Shana groaned.
She hated the way the tall one kept working his finger around in her cunt, grinding on her clit with his knuckles. She hated every fucking cock in Rocklin County, and these two most of all. But she also found herself feeling tremors of excitement that she could not control.
"That's it blondie, get that little pussy hot. Show me how hard you can clamp it on my finger?"
"Uunnnngh!" She said with a grunt of disgust. But her cunt muscles heaved in involuntary spasms. "Shit, you're so skinny, I could fuck your whole arm!"
"Before the night's over, you might just get a chance to try. But right now this thick ol' cock of mine needs relief."
"You jus' let me get down on my back and wiggle underneath," Waldo said. "Then when you drive into her, it'll spear her ass onto the long wand of my ass-pleaser."
Shana cringed as he crawled between her back-bent arms and legs. She felt his long, hot cock drag against her thigh. Then it sprang up to press against the tightly clenched lips of her ass.
"Ready?" Elroy asked. He was drumming on his thick, stubby cock with quick strokes of his fist.
"Almost..." Waldo prodded her again.
Her shithole trembled. "If it wasn't for that little bitch Nancy, I wouldn't be here!" She whined.
"Yeah, but she's goin' to the party tomorrow night and all things considered, you're probably better off. Waldo and me are downright kind compared to the big shots who come in their Mock-long cars." Then he leaned over her and stabbed into her juicy cunt without warning.
Shana moaned and sank down, feeling Waldo's cock spiking into her ass at the same time. The double shock sent jangled messages to her brain. Shana hated what they were doing to her. She hated everything that happened since she stepped off the bus.
But the way Elroy had been teasing her cunt with his finger, she knew that she had to have cock. Nothing else could still the restless pulses that surged upward from the depths of her fuck hole like dark waves on a storm-tossed sea.
"I can just tell she is gonna love double-fuckin'!" Waldo exclaimed as Elroy's weight pushed her down on him. "You just sit your ass on me like I was a fine, big pillow. And you be glad I got this big, long prick to keep you from slidin' off when ol' Elroy really gets to humpin'!"
"Gets to it? Shit, what's he doing now?"
Elroy's long, limber body fucked up and down so fast that she could hardly breathe. His thick cock wrenched and spread her soft, pink pussy lips. The sweat of their grinding bodies mingled between them.
"Hhhhoooo!" She moaned. "It's like fucking with a jackhammer! Unngh! You're going to pound my pussy into pulp!"
With each of Elroy's blurring thrusts, Shana felt the tingling spear of Waldo's cock deep in the dark tunnel of her ass.
"Ooooh, I'm going to cuuuuummmmmm!" She cried. "I-I never had two cocks at once before. I'm going to cuuuuummmmm front and back!"
Double waves of shivering pleasure made all her inner muscles twitch. The tight pucker of her shit lips burned and the wet mouth of her cunt gushed heated oils.
"Cum too!" She groaned. "I want to fee! Both of you spurt at once! I need to feel your boiling cum to make my cum complete!"
Waldo and Elroy couldn't have held back even if they wanted to. The wild writhings of Shana's untamed cunt and ass became more than either of them could stand. Elroy slammed down and twisted his thick cock and Waldo arched beneath her with a powerful grunt. Shana screamed, trapped in the jaws of a tightening vise of hot flesh.
"Ooooh, shit! Fuck me! Fuck me more!"
It was the best and longest-lasting climax she'd ever had. Five minutes after their twin pricks quit spurting, Shana still trembled with exciting after-shocks.
An hour later, when the two deputies were dressing to leave, Shana was too limp and spent to even notice there were six other men in uniforms lined up outside.
"Sorry to keep you guys waiting," Waldo said as he walked out. "But you'll find it was worth it, I'm sure!"
Elroy paused just long enough to scribble a note on a page from a small pad. He speared it on the latch of the metal door. It said, "Last man out please return handcuffs to Elroy and Waldo."
Shana lifted her head as the next pair walked in. She saw the line then and moaned, "Oh, no! Not all of you in one night!"
The man bending over her said, "Baby, when the sun comes up tomorrow, you're gonna wish this night had gone on forever!"
Later, it seemed to Shana that it had.
Chapter Six
Nancy spent a busy night with Val in her quarters, a surprisingly comfortable suite of rooms in a building behind the office. The huge bed was as soft and luxurious as anything she could imagine in the fine hotel she and Maria had been heading for.
The way Val sucked cunt proved to be just as exciting as anything Maria had ever done. And the way she loved to fuck with that wicked little cunt-teaser of hers turned out to be even more thrilling. Nancy awoke with a wide grin spread across the delicate features of her tiny face.
After a leisurely and delicious breakfast, Val walked Nancy to another building across the yard. They passed the Sweat Box and Nancy saw torn bits of paper being swept away by the breeze. She didn't pause to wonder what they were, but she did think about Shana and what Maria had said, "to get along, you have to go along."
Val led her to a securely locked door marked "Central Supply."
"What are we doing here?" Nancy asked.
The tall, slender woman just smiled as she clicked open the double locks and drew back the heavy steel bolts. "I wanted you to be first to pick out something to wear to the party tonight."
The door swung open and Nancy couldn't believe all she saw inside. She and Val stepped from the dusty prison yard into what might have been the showroom of a Paris designer's salon.
Dozens of long, elegant gowns filled a rack on one long wall. Glass cases filled with gleaming jewelry lined the other. Across the end of the room, Nancy saw enough expensive furs to carpet the yard-minks, sables and chinchilla.
"My God, where did you get all this stuff?"
"Some of the women the Sheriff brings in are rich, city bitches on the way to those fancy resorts." Val gave her a sly, crooked grin as they walked farther into the room. "And when they've done their time here, most of them are so anxious to leave, they don't even think about what they're leaving behind."
"These gowns-they're all so beautiful, I don't know which one to pick!" Nancy felt herself getting excited about the party that evening, despite her initial fears.
"We might have trouble finding one small enough to fit you," Val said.
"This looks pretty close," Nancy said.
She felt like a kid in a candy store and she hadn't even looked at the jewelry and furs yet. The dress she picked out was long and low-cut, made of filmy, black cloth interwoven with glittering gold-metal threads.
"Maybe if I take it in just a little-"
"Don't bother," Val said bluntly. "You'll hardly have it on long enough for anyone to notice!"
* * * * *
Maria awoke later, sleepy-eyed and stiff from a long night on the thin, lumpy mattress that padded her metal bunk. The field crew had left hours before, but a few women remained in the room, all of them shackled to their bunks.
Maria glanced around the room curiously. She was struck at once by the stunning beauty of the women imprisoned with her. They must have something very special in mind for us, she was saying to herself when a rough-looking woman guard walked up to her bed. She had a coiled black leather whip tucked under one arm and a long, gleaming pair of scissors in the other hand.
"What are you going to do with those?" Maria asked.
"Cut off some of your hair." The scissors clicked anxiously in her hand.
"Oh, no!" Maria threw up her hands to protect her long, gloriously red hair. The heavy chain between her wrists dragged cold across her heaving tits.
"Don't you say no to me, bitch!"
The guard struck with startling quickness, using the thick handle of the whip like a club to knock Maria's arms aside. Then she snaked out the lash and laid a searing welt across her tits.
"Your date for tonight's party prefers blondes," the guard said. "We thought we had one for him, but the stupid little bitch got her ass locked in the Sweat Box. She won't be worth shit for a week after that. And that's where you're gonna be if you lift those hands again!"
Maria hunched and sobbed as she heard the steady snip-snip of the flying scissors. She watched as long strands of her fiery red fell and tangled in her lap.
"Quit sniveling! I'm only cutting off enough so we can hide the red under a pretty blonde wig."
"But my hair was so long and so pretty!"
The guard just laughed and kept cutting. "By tomorrow morning, that will be the least of your troubles!"
* * * * *
Shana passed out from exhaustion and the scorching heat long before the sun reached its zenith. But the guard didn't find her until noon when she came with a bucket of cold water and a dented tin cup.
When she found the young blonde limp in a bruised heap on the floor, she shrugged and splashed the whole bucket of water on her. Shana awoke with a start, screaming from the sudden shock of cold. The chill hit her so swiftly that her heart almost stopped.
Shana screamed. Her mind was a jumble of torment. Nightmare images from her fitful few hours of sleep and the bitterly cold shock of reality all became tangled in her brain.
"On your feet, cunt. You're going to ol' Doc James."
"No!" Shana screamed and hunched like a frightened young fawn.
She didn't even know why she was screaming. Shana could remember hearing something about the doctor, but her thoughts were so jumbled, she couldn't think what. Still, she kept screaming. Whatever it was that she couldn't quite remember, she knew it had to be horrible-everything in this hellish snake pit was horrible.
Shana awoke again sometime later, how much later, she wasn't sure. At first she couldn't even remember where they'd taken her. She remembered fainting and then she had been dimly aware of the two guards carrying her to the infirmary.
She remembered being put on the examining table and feeling the cool of a crisp, white sheet. Then she saw the doctor bending over her, murmuring soft, consoling words while something gleaming bright flashed slowly back and forth before her eyes.
It all seemed so pleasant after what she'd been through. Her vivid nightmares and terrible memories began to fade. And then with a start, she suddenly remembered how ugly the doctor was.
His head was entirely bald, his face pinched and shrunken, white with a sickly pallor. His eyes gleamed like two lumps of coal stuck in a snowman's head. For some reason she remembered his eyes most of all, and the feeling that he wasn't just looking at her, but that he could see right through her, clear into the depths of her soul.
But as her mind began to clear, Shana stared and saw nothing at all that was familiar. She wasn't in the infirmary. She was sitting on a comfortable couch in what looked like a luxurious hotel suite.
She wasn't wearing the scratchy examination gown that she vaguely remembered the guards tying up the back. She realized that she had on a long, filmy-white negligee with delicate white, feathery trim. It was like something a rich, young bride would wear on her wedding night.
Her whole body felt clean and fresh, sweet-smelling. For some reason she thought she should be reeking and damp with sweat, but she felt vibrantly clean and could only catch the scent of an expensive perfume.
Shana blinked and then saw him sitting in a comfortable chair facing the couch. "Do you remember me?" He asked.
"Yes, you're Dr. James."
"No, I am your husband, and you are my sweet virgin bride."
"Of course," she heard herself say in a voice that was not quite her own.
But somehow she knew it had to be true. It wasn't the ugly, old doctor she was looking at. It was a smiling and devilishly handsome young man.
"... my sweet virgin bride," he said again in a deep, comforting voice.
"Yes... yes." Shana did feel as innocently pure as a timid young virgin. But then she wrinkled her brow. "No, that can't be! I've been fucked so many times I've lost count. And you-I know you're that ugly old fart with the kinky gleam in his coal-black eyes!"
"No, I am your husband, and you are my sweet virgin bride," he insisted gently.
"Yes," Shana heard herself say again in that strange voice. Then she felt herself slipping, sinking slowly into a glassy pool of tranquil bliss.
Just before letting go, Shana tossed her head. She knew in a flash what was going on. He had hypnotized her! Nothing he said was true. It wasn't happening anywhere, except inside her mind.
Somehow that ugly, evil, leering old man had gotten inside of her head and taken command of her mind. She convulsed as the realization sank in. She'd suffered imprisonment, bondage in heavy steel chains, the torment of repeated abuse and unbearable heat-but losing control of her own mind was the most terrible and fearful kind of bondage. It was far, far more terrifying to Shana than stone walls or metal chain.
Shana kept trying to think of all the ghastly things she'd been through. But the tranquil water of that glassy pool kept rising and finally it closed over the top of her pretty blonde head.
A cool grin of triumph curled the doctor's pallid lips. He ran a bony hand over his bald head and said calmly, "I will count backwards from ten and when I snap my fingers, everything will be as I have said. You will remember nothing but what I have told you and you will respond to the suggestions planted in your mind. Those impulses will be irresistible."
He began counting. "... three, two, one." His fingers snapped and Shana shook her head. Her soft golden hair swayed across the back of her filmy-white negligee.
"Darling!" She said with urgent warmth. Her soft blue eyes gazed adoringly at her handsome young groom, still dressed in his long, tailed coat.
"Married at last," he said in a strong male voice. He left his chair and sat on the couch beside her, closing his arms around her in a tender but passionate embrace.
"We can do whatever we want now," she said. "We're married and we don't have to wait any longer."
"I know!" His hand eased inside her filmy-white gown and his warm fingers closed over her trembling tit.
"Aaah?" She gasped, timid but compliant. She loved the way his fingers eased up and down the slope of her creamy tit, drawing the hot blood of desire into her bulging nipple.
"Oh, I like that! Do both at once!" She pulled open the feather-trimmed front of the negligee and arched to press more of her newly ripened tits into his grasp. "I want to do your cock too!"
She tugged at the zipper of his fly, eager but uncertain. He lowered a hand for a moment to help and then she held his huge, beautiful cock in her hands.
"It's so big and hard," she moaned in astonished delight.
"You can make it bigger and harder still, my dear." His fingers snapped and then he settled back on the proud peak of her tit, slowly working the nipple around until it was as hot as a glowing ember.
"Yes! Oh, yes. I want to make it big and hard! Yuuummmm!"
Shana bowed her head, slowly spreading her lips to suck in the knob of his handsome, young cock. She actually thought that she felt the brush of feathery trim against her cheek as her head bobbed up and down impulsively.
The two stone-faced guards stood watching the couple entwined on the old wooden bench that lined a wall of Doc James' gringy office.
"I've seen that old fart work before," one said, "And I won't even let him say "hello" to me."
"That cock of his looks like a gnarled stick just dragged out of a swamp," the other said in hushed disgust.
"To her it's probably the most appealing hunk of male prick she ever saw."
And it was. Shana loved his cock's sleek, knobbed head, the thick ridge and the long, straight shaft below. She could hardly work her head up and down fast enough to satisfy her raging desire.
"I can't watch any more," the squeamish guard said with a groan. "I've seen a lot of weird shit around this place, but nothing like that."
"I guess you've never worked the security detail at one of ol' Sheriff Parker's little parties then?"
"Er, no-not yet. I'm supposed to tonight."
The other guard smiled and said, "Good luck," as they left the infirmary.
Shana went on sucking the doctor's twisted cock like some kind of maniacal milking machine. Her golden hair swirled and flounced in his bony lap, exciting him with its silky caresses.
Shana's lips did even more. They clung to him and dragged the whole length of his cock. They tugged and sucked and her tongue danced around in a frenzy of hunger and imagined desire.
Doctor James flashed a sadistic grin of satisfaction as he felt the pull of the slinky blonde's lips. In their right minds, few women could even look at him without rumpling their noses. Even down-and-out whores turned him down when he held fists full of cash in his scrawny hands.
But through his mastery of hypnosis, Doc James could completely control the sexy young cunts so often brought to him in very weakened conditions. Even better, he'd learned how to work the same wonders on his own head. For a little while, at least, he thought he really was her young and handsome groom.
"Ooooh, baby. You've got such a great mouth," he moaned in a voice young and strong. "You're going to make me cum!"
"Do it! Do it!" She gasped between cock sucking lunges.
"I shouldn't cum in your mouth."
"Yes, yes, that's what I want! I want to drink your hot jism. I can hardly wait. If I can cool off your big cock that way, then you'll be able to fuck me for hours and hours!"
"Yeeeeaaaahhh!" He moaned.
But the twisting magic wore thin in his mind when James felt his twisted, old cock begin to spurt. The flow was thin and weak, but he quickly regained control.
The hot jets of his cream came out thick and fast. Shana could hardly gulp quick enough to get it all down. She made wet, gurgling sounds as she pulled and sucked with her lips. Her fingers teased and milked his nuts to get more even when the burning, silver froth overflowed her lips.
"Mmmungh!" She groaned. "I want more!" And she dove back, clinging and tugging with her wet mouth, flashing it up and down her young husband's long prick. "Oooooh, now! Now you can really fuck me good! Hhhmmmmm..." She licked up wet dribbles of cream with her tongue.
"Yes, yes! Now, my darling, your little pussy is going to get what it has been wanting for so long."
Her handsome, dark, curly haired young husband took her by the hand and led her to the lavish bedroom of the bridal suite.
"Ooooh," she gasped when she saw the splendor of their wedding night bed-the sleek, white satin sheets spread over the wide, down soft circle.
The examining table was really cold and hard beneath her bare ass. The doctor had ripped off her tattered gown. But Shana sighed and settled back, naked, in blissful delight.
Her loving, young husband had patiently untied the neck cord holding on her filmy negligee. And, with a grunt of barely restrained passion, he'd flipped it aside, exciting her wildly as he pressed her back onto the smooth, satin sheets.
"I can't wait a second more!" She cried. "Oh, fuck me. Do it now. Make me a woman-make me your wife!"
Shana reached up and ran pleading fingers through his thick, curly hair, drawing him down until his lips met hers in a seething embrace.
Lifting his head, the old doctor grinned, greatly pleased by his complete control. It had begun as an honest, medical effort to ease pain and suffering. But it had developed into the most fiendish and diabolically clever form of bondage he could imagine.
He scoffed and sneered at the Parkers with their chains and whips. What he had was so much better! They controlled the body and forced the mind to submit. He controlled the mind, and the body gave itself willingly.
"Fuck me!" Shana begged again. "Oh, I want to feel your cock in me! Pop my little cherry! I want to drip bright red, virgin blood all over these beautiful satin sheets!"
He crouched between her legs, hunched and old, whipping his ancient, twisted cock in a gnarled hand. "Yes, my love, oh, yes. I can tell how anxious you are." He snapped his fingers and braced for the seething passion of emotions she could not control.
"Huuuunnngh!" Shana arched her back and thrust her golden-furred cunt at him, spreading its sleek, outer lips with the fingers of one hand while she lunged violently, searching for the cushioned head of his enormous cock.
"Hhhhaaaa!" She found it and twisted her hips as the ugly, crooked prick knifed in. "Aaaaaaah, it's so long and hard! I can fee! It pressing against my cherry. Hhhhoooo! It hurts! Honey, your prick is sooooo big. It's my first time, remember... HHHHAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
"You aren't a virgin any more," he said with a warm smile.
"No! Oooohhh, I can feel the blood dripping. And I can feel your beautiful cock even more. I'm not a virgin-I'm yours! Hungh! And my cunt wants to make you so happy! I'm going to fuck and fuck and fuck you until you can never ever even think of another girl!"
Shana pulsed and squeezed and worked her cunt to play out the drama flashing through her mind. The old doctor spiked in his twisted cock and listened to her moan, raving about his thick, curly hair while her hands clawed the dome of Ms bald head.
She coiled and locked her knees over the small of his back, chanting and begging and forcing him to fuck her harder still.
"You're so strong!" She gasped. "I can feel your muscles like bands of steel! And your cock-oooh, I can't believe what its doing to me! It's in so deep and it's squirting so hot and thick! Aaaaaggggghhhhh!"
Then, they both fell limp and weak, locked in a tender and loving embrace. The last thin drop of cum dripped from the old man's cock, but the distorted images in their minds did not fade. She gulped and felt his long, thick prick swell hard again. He grinned and kissed her on the lips, knowing that it would go on and on until he decided to snap his fingers one last time.
* * * * *
The stern, steely eyed Val Parker created illusions with costumes and props worthy of a high-class Broadway musical. None of the women dressing for the party that night gave a thought to where they were going or why.
They were as giddy as young school girls dressing for a prom. Most of them had never more than dreamed of glittering diamonds or elegant furs. And now, it seemed, their dreams were coming true.
Nancy found that her sheer, black, gold-flecked gown fit surprisingly well. The deep, plunging "V" accented the sculptured perfection of her proud doll-like tits. And then she noticed that the long, clinging skirt had been slit on both sides, almost to the hip. She didn't remember it being like that before. Perhaps it was just some little touch Val had added for the pleasure of Judge Nathan. Nancy did have beautiful, perfectly proportioned legs.
Val stood smiling, her arms crossed over her flat chest as she watched her cast of deluded beauties preparing for the night's big performance. But she blocked the door with her towering frame-just in case one of them might give thought to where they were going.
Nancy selected a long, dark mink cape as soft and shimmering as her hair, which had been done by an imprisoned stylist wearing leg chains. It coiled and swirled high above her head like a crown.
Even Maria thought little about the loss of her own hair when she saw herself adorned in a long, platinum-blonde wig. The sleek strands glinted brightly and it gave her a look of cool sophistication. Maria strutted before a long mirror, playing her new role to the hilt.
She wore a long, figure-hugging gown, that was a deep green, like her flashing eyes. And over that she draped a stunning silver-blue mink coat. Even its thick, gleaming-soft folds could not hide the huge, proud swelling of Maria's tits, which heaved up and down excitedly as she studied her reflection.
Nancy came up beside her, pretending to focus her attention entirely on the mirror. "This may be our chance," she said in a cautious whisper.
"Our chance to what?" Maria asked.
"Escape! I've heard the party is outside somewhere. We watch for the right moment and then make a run for it."
"Escape?" Maria spoke the word as though spitting out poison. "Are you crazy? Who wants to escape now? I'm just dying to see what all this shit is for!"
Val's hands clapped sharply and both of them froze. They felt shivering chills, despite their warm wrappings of fur. But the demanding slap was not directed at them. "It's party-time, ladies. The limousine has arrived!"
Chapter Seven
Sheriff Enos Parker paced the long balcony on the second floor of his sprawling, hill-top home. From there he could see a good part of Rocklin County and he felt swelling pride in his accomplishments. Not bad for a simple country boy with a grade school education, he said to himself.
His guests for the party would include some of the most important and influential men in the state. Parker knew that it took those kinds of connections to protect his private kingdom from unwanted investigation by higher authorities. He also knew how to keep those connections working smoothly and his lavish parties were a part of that plan.
Men in high places shun scandal as they would the plague. A truck driver, factory worker or junior executive can get drunk in a bar, get friendly with a sexy, young bitch and take her off to his apartment or a motel and nobody even bats an eye.
But if a key member of the governor's staff, the Speaker of the State Assembly, or the president of a giant corporation does that, it's something different. And there is likely to be a reporter and a photographer tagging along with him and the next day it's front page news.
Movie actors and rock stars can get away with it-the publicity might even help them. Minor scandals add glamour and luster to their public image. Nobody expects, or even wants them to live like plaster saints gathering dust on a mantelpiece.
But society demands restraint from men of wealth, power and position. They are expected to be the shining examples of righteously proper behavior, even though most of them share the same restless urges and natural appetites common in ordinary men.
And to make it all worse, wealth and power are potent aphrodisiacs. Women are drawn to important, public figures just as flies are drawn to honey. The men in such positions are accustomed to giving orders and having them obeyed without question. At times, this double temptation proves irresistible and an important figure slips from the pillar of public respect.
This shocks the rest and reminds them of their own vulnerability. It leads them to take precautions. Their natural and compelling urges must be satisfied-but never in a place where the news of their human frailty might leak out. They require secure and secret places just to live as ordinary men do. There are dozens, perhaps hundreds of such places across the country, and Sheriff Enos Parker was known to have one of the best.
It wasn't visible from the balcony, but the chain link fence around his hill-top estate was as tall and secure as that around the work farm. It lay hidden behind the trees, along with the lights, electronic alarms and armed guards roving with pairs of vicious attack-trained dogs.
As darkness settled on his domain, Parker went inside to dress in his formal clothes. His rumpled, sweat-stained tan uniform might do for gathering and testing the main attractions at his clandestine gatherings, but not for entertaining guests-especially when he felt powerful and important as he did at that moment.
* * * * *
A virtual train of long, black limo's purred softly through the night. The drivers of most of them were former cops, ever watchful and armed to the teeth. Magnum revolvers hung in their shoulder holsters and stubby shotguns had been secreted beneath the front seats.
The glass in most of the cars bore a soft, greenish tint, but the purpose was not to deflect the rays of the sun. The glass was very special, thick enough to stop a bullet fired at close range. Men of power live with the ever-present dangers of kidnapping and terrorism. Secure behind tall fences or locked in the armored havens of their cars, each was, in a way, a prisoner of his own importance.
They all yearned and craved for those brief moments when they could unwind and one such moment was coming soon. The driver of the lead car had just caught sight of Parker's hill-top retreat.
* * * * *
"God damn, look at that place!" Maria exclaimed. "It's as big as a fucking hotel."
Their car led the others by several miles. Val sat in the front seat next to the driver, Elroy. Waldo sat near the passenger window. Both of them looked quite uncomfortable in plain dark suits and caps. Val wore a snug-fitting suit of supple, black suede. It was harsh and severe looking, but also stunning in its elegant simplicity.
Nancy was perhaps the only one to notice that the doors in the rear compartment of the limo had no handles on the insides, and that the locks could be opened only at the touch of a button under the dash. All the others chattered too excitedly to notice such details.
Even though she now wore glittering diamond bracelets instead of chains, a lovely gown and luxurious fur instead of sack-like prison blue, Nancy felt as much or more a prisoner than before.
Her visions of escape faded when the limo passed through a guarded steel gate. Inside, the car passed over a long, narrow bridge, also guarded at both ends. The roaring stream below was another effective barrier-like the moat around some ancient castle.
But with her fears and frustrations, she also felt a shivering kind of excitement. The tinkling laughter and anxious chatter of the other women was contagious. When the car finally stopped in front of the house and the locks clicked open, she stepped out, her heart beating wildly.
"Inside, ladies," Val said. "The other guests will be arriving soon and we don't want you all standing out here gawking like school girls on a European tour."
They needed little prompting. Most of them were already streaming up the walk toward the enormous, hand carved, wooden doors.
Judge Nathan had arrived early and was already talking to Sheriff Parker in the main room. He looked somehow less ancient and cadaverous without his long, black, judicial robe. His thin, hard lined face had the ruddy glow of lust even as he extended his hand and said, "Enos, nice of you to have me here tonight."
Parker grinned and said, "I know how much you appreciate our little-gatherings."
"And you also know how I contribute to their success," the silver-haired judge said wryly. He glanced around the lavishly furnished room. "Speaking of that, where's that tiny, sexy little bitch I had you set aside for me the other day?"
"She should be here any minute, Judge. I think I just heard the car drive up."
"Good. I want some time with her before I talk to the governor's men about that appointment to the state court." Judge Nathan's face was bright with sly self-assurance when Nancy walked in the door.
"My dear," he extended his hands, "-how nice to see you in surroundings more pleasant than my court."
Nancy stared blankly. She didn't recognize him at first. He looked younger, despite his shock of silver hair, and his whole body seemed to have swelled, brimming full with desire.
"I just couldn't pass up your invitation," she said with a tight little grin.
Her eyes kept drifting down, looking for some sign of the cock that once led him to be called "The Three-Legged Man." It didn't take long to see. His prick began to swell as soon as he saw her, very beautiful in her diamonds and fur.
A maid in an incredibly short, black uniform silently whisked away her luxurious cape. Nancy remembered seeing her in the prison yard, a raven-haired woman only slightly less attractive than the prisoners selected to play the roles of the guest.
Nathan gazed hungrily at her doll-like figure encased in the clinging, gold-flecked gown. "You're even more stunning than I remember. So petite and yet so perfectly formed. You look like an ivory figurine."
Nancy watched in horrified fascination as his cock swelled even larger. The long, thick bulge in his conservative suit seemed to be reaching for his knee. She glanced around nervously and saw that Maria had been cut out of the crowd by a distinguished-looking six-footer. She finally recognized him as the head of a giant corporation whose three initial name was as familiar to most people as their A-B-C's.
A string quartet played soft, romantic music from a mezzanine overlooking main floor while the guest mingled below. Laughter and fine crystal stemware tinkled together as the imported champagne was served. Nancy sipped the sparkling wine and could not help thinking how absurdly obscene it all was-men of great power and helpless, female prisoners all playacting respectability.
Like most illusions, this one, too, had its flaw. Despite all the glamour, Nancy could feel a kind of electric tension in the air. The voices around her gradually grew more tense and anxious. It was as though the fuse of a bomb was ticking, just waiting to go off. Nancy listened, watching the giant swelling of Judge Nathan's cock and gazing at the diamonds flashing on her slender wrists. She couldn't help but still feel the oppressive weight of her chains.
She had been looking around for a way to escape, but the doors and windows were all covered by deputies or female guards dressed as servants.
"Why don't we find a room that's more quiet?" Nathan asked.
Nancy smiled sweetly and said, "Why don't you take your big cock and go fuck the front door?"
Suddenly, Val Parker appeared out of nowhere and gripped her by the arm. She smiled, but her voice hissed like a venomous snake. "That wasn't a request, bitch-that was an order. If you don't do as you're told, I'll strip you naked and throw your ass to the dogs!"
Nancy trembled, fear welled up inside her. Val took one of her arms, Nathan the other, and they escorted her to an inner door. The old man ushered Nancy inside and Val stood with her arms crossed over her chest to block any possible escape.
The doll-like girl stumbled in the darkened room, lost and terrified until Nathan snapped on the lights. He had his clothes half stripped off before she was through blinking from the sudden glare.
The room looked like a library, quiet and serene. The walls were all lined with thick, leather-bound books. Judge Nathan walked toward her naked. At first she thought he was holding a baseball bat. His long, pale cock was enormously thick at the tip and then the shaft narrowed, looking as hard as hickory.
"It's hard being a judge," he said in a deep, booming voice. "Day after day I must sentence wrong-doers to be punished, as they must be. But so seldom do I get to see the results of my efforts and to really know the miscreants have learned their lesson."
Miscreants? Nancy was about to laugh at his use of such an unusual word. But then she saw the long, black whip dangling from his right hand and suddenly there was nothing funny about it.
"Here, everything is more direct. Swift and certain."
Nancy backed off cringing. Her eyes darted to follow the lash as it snaked back and forth on the polished floor. "No!" She begged, but it was too late.
His long, spider-like arm had already snapped and the slim, braided taper of black leather hissed toward her through the air. The thin, sharp tip of it slashed downward in the valley between her tits, ripping sheer black cloth at the bottom of the long
"Bastard!" She screamed, trying to cover herself with her arms as he yanked the whip back. "You crazy, white-haired, fucking sonuvabitch!"
"Oooooh," he said in a voice of mocking concern. "You see? You had little respect for the power of my position in court the other day, and you have even less now. It's plain to see that the Work Farm has failed to teach you the errors of your ways." He lashed out again, striking lower this time, splitting her delicate gown down to the crotch.
"Hhhhaaaaa?" Nancy cried, although the stinging tip of the lash had barely touched her skin.
"Telling me to fuck the front door out there, screaming obscenities in here? You must learn, my child!" He whirled the long black tongue of the lash with a sidearm stroke. It snaked hot around her narrow waist and wound its way upward until the biting tip laid bare one of her tits.
"Oh, God!" She moaned.
Nathan jerked to recover the lash, spinning her wildly as it uncoiled. Nancy became dizzy and sank to her knees, blubbering in fear.
He laid the whip across her back. Once, twice, three times and the sheer fabric of the gown parted a little more with each stroke. When Nancy finally managed to stumble to her feet, the tattered gown remained in a heap on the floor.
She shivered in her black lace panties and bra, her arms crossed to shield her chest. Nathan just grinned and hurled the lash at the slender mound of her cunt. The long braid coiled around her and the tip split through the fragile lace, its biting end nipping her clit.
A hellish bolt of pain shot upward and exploded like a rocket in Nancy's brain. It left her numb, senseless to the next slashing blow that left a stinging, red welt across her from cunt to tit.
"What do you say now? Have you learned respect and humility?"
"Yes," she gasped in a weak voice. "Yes, your honor! I beg for the mercy of the court."
"Good," he said with a tight little smile, "but not good enough. On your knees when you beg, you little bitch!"
"Yes, yes, but please, don't hit me again." She clasped her small hands together as if in prayer.
"Don't look to Him, you stupid cunt. He might save your soul, but your ass belongs to me!"
"I know. I can see that now."
"Don't babble like a blubbering fool. Suck my cock to show that you are truly sorry!"
"Yes, your honor."
Nancy stumbled forward on her knees, reaching for his cock and circling her wet lips in trembling submission.
The searing pain of the whip had distracted her. His cock wasn't hanging as it had before. Instead, it lanced up at a brutally sharp angle and it seemed that if the judge lowered his head, he might rest his chin on his cock's huge, ruddy tip.
Wielding the lash was far more satisfying than rapping his gavel. But either way he held the lives of the powerless in his hands. Only here, the heart-racing satisfactions of power went pumping straight into his cock.
Nathan gasped and dropped the whip only when she grasped his upraised prick to try and get it into her mouth. She groaned. It was nothing at all like the tiny little thing of Val's she had practiced on. Even just the hot knob of it strained her tiny mouth.
"Don't be shy!" He barked. "Show me that you have learned respect at last."
She gave a fervent nod and minced her lips to draw in more of his monster cock. She hated it and hated herself for becoming a humble slave so eager to please. But anything was better than the whip. She could see its dark, menacing coils from the corner of one frightened eye.
When the barrel-like swelling of his blood gorged cockhead thumped against the back of her mouth she gulped and ran her tongue around it, thinking she could stop.
"Tilt your head, you stupid cunt. You can't quit there!",
Nancy did not see how she could possibly swallow more prick, but the implied threat of the coiled whip still flashed in the corner of her eye. She groaned, and she tilted her head.
Still not satisfied with that, Nathan coiled his hands in her elaborate crown-like hair. He tugged and jerked her forward, spilling waves of it that swirled around her face as dark and soft as the elegant mink cape that had been so quickly whisked away.
That was the hidden torture of their hideous charade. Nancy felt the joys of luxury one moment, and the stinging lash of a cruel whip the next. It would have been easier to take if they'd just dragged her to the party in chains and her sweaty prison blue. As it was, her spirits had soared for a brief time but now they came crashing down.
"Suck it, slut! Get all my cock in your mouth or you get the whip! I'd love to peel off the rest of your panties and bra with hot leather!"
Nancy thought she might choke. If not on his huge cock, then certainly on her own feelings of swelling disgust.
As a law student, she'd come to respect and admire learned judges. She viewed them as God-like for the life and death decisions they made. But standing naked with his cock hard, Nathan was a man like any other-more cruel and demanding in his lust than most.
Lashing her tender flesh had excited him wildly. Her shrill cries and babbled pleas for mercy were sweet music to his ears. Now that she'd been humbled and brought to her knees before him, he felt a swelling sense of power that even his court-room failed to provide.
Nathan's long, thin fingers slid over her, coldly tracing the lines of her welts. They felt hot to his touch and brought nervous, trembling responses from Nancy.
"I'm going to love cumming in your tiny little mouth," he said.
Nancy recoiled in shock, almost losing her grasp on his long prick. She hadn't thought about that-about his sticky, hot jism jetting into her throat. It was something she hadn't experienced with Val and something she wasn't at all sure she could stand now.
The judge began to rock his hips and coiled his hands in her hair again to drag her head forward to meet each of his brutal thrusts. She could feel his huge cockhead swell and strain as he talked about what he planned to do. It was almost as though the monster cock was gathering all the strength of its liquid fire.
As prisoners often do, Nancy closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was somewhere else. Her mind could escape, even if her body could not. Strangely, as her vision of escape from the torture of being whipped and forced to suck cock focused in her mind, Nancy found herself back in the main room, meeting Judge Nathan again.
Her long hair crowned her smiling face. Her beautiful gown encased her lithe body and the elegant wrapping of mink made her feel warm, proud and secure. She heard him speak again in her mind. You're even more stunning than I remember, he said. So petite and so perfectly formed...
Why, thank you, Judge Nathan. I wanted to look my best for you. Nancy winced, knowing that she'd never said anything like that and thinking that perhaps she should have. It might have saved her from a vicious beating with his whip.
Shall we dance? He asked in a firm, deep, voice. By the glint in his eyes she could see that he could hardly wait to take her in his arms.
I'd love to, she answered and pressed against him, feeling the massive stiffness of his great cock as he held her close.
Have I made you that big and hot? She asked, glancing up and batting her long-lashed eyes.
Yes, and you can make me hotter still.
They danced to the dreamy soft music coming down from above. Their bodies swayed in graceful coordination. And then Nancy's mind flashed back to reality.
The music had stopped and they weren't dancing. She wasn't teasing his big cock by pressing warmly against him. It was stuck hard in her throat, gliding in and out smoothly. She had her head tipped back as when she had imagined she had gazed fondly and batted her eyes. But now it was to swallow his huge length and pull on its vein-ridged sides with her sucking lips.
With a shiver, Nancy realized that she enjoyed exciting him, that it satisfied some deep, female drive. And she loved sucking his cock, too, even if the realization had to be forced upon her.
"Hhhmmm," she purred, working her lips in a sudden flurry. "Aaaahhhh!"
"Now you're getting the idea! Suck it, baby! Suck that cock you love so much!"
I don't love it! A faint voice cried far back in her mind. I hate it!
But the rest of her tingling nerves ignored that fading voice. Nancy lunged and pulled back with rapid, limber motions, dragging her snug lips to the very tip of his cock and then diving forward to swallow it all.
The way it throbbed in the tight hollow of her throat sent waves of warmth and satisfaction through her body. In a way, his great cock was her slave. It had risen when she had first walked in the door, aroused and eager to please its beautiful master.
And it would fall as she herself had, dizzy and weak if she had savagely whipped it with her tongue. She felt free at last. With his cock in her mouth, she was in command. The most powerful man on earth cannot control the throb of his aching cock. But Nancy knew that she could.
She bobbed her head so fast that more long waves of her silky hair shook loose from her fancy crown. It swirled in soft, dark billows and caressed the judge's naked thighs.
"Uuunngh!" He said with a satisfied grunt. "I think at last you have learned respect! I love the way you're sucking now. More, bitch! Faster. I'm going to shoot in your pretty face-hunngrungh!"
The sleek tunnel of her throat heaved as the blazing fluid sprayed and splattered the walls. It boiled around the cock shaft as it still rammed back and forth, making her throat feel slick with a rich, creamy taste.
Nancy flashed her tongue into the steaming broth, gulping and wrenching her throat to get it all down. She had no idea a man's balls could hold so much. It came in quick hot spurts, so many and so fast that she couldn't begin to count.
"Yyyuuummmm!" She managed to say without relaxing the seal of her lips.
She could feel the molten cream backing up in her throat, greasing his huge prick and bubbling out between her tightly sealed lips.
Then her own tense tremors of shocking pleasure began. She gasped wetly and a shot of silvery jism dribbled down her chin.
I'm cumming! She cried in a silent voice.
The searing pulse blocked all other sensations from her mind. The pain of her stinging, red welts melted away. The agony of being chained became too distant to remember. Her spirits soared to heights she'd never imagined, into rapture so complete that it left her gasping after Nathan drew out his long drained cock.
In a way she had never expected, Nancy had escaped.
Chapter Eight
Maria felt smug and a beaming grin spread across her face. Brightness flashed in her jade green eyes. She'd been selected and eased away from the crowd by the most handsome and distinguished-looking of all the male guests.
"I've always heard that it's lonely at the top," she said to the tall, strongly built corporate president. "But I can't believe that a man who looks like you is ever lonely unless he wants to be."
"Lonely? I wish to shit it was! I have people on my back all the time-stockholders, the Board of Directors, bureaucrats and politicians-all wanting something."
"But you don't have to think about any of them now," Maria said, pressing closer, feeling supremely confident. She liked the way he looked at her. There was frankness and urgency glinting brightly in his eyes.
"No, you're right. I only need to think about you. I love your blonde hair."
Maria did not even pause to think that it was not her own. She brushed it lightly with wavering fingers and smiled up at him. Then her hand swept down and teased through the silvery fur domed over one of her large breasts. His eyes followed.
"But it's not my hair you're looking at now," she said.
"You're right about that, too. I like big, firm tits even better than blonde hair."
"Aren't you lucky that I have both?" She cooed.
His look hardened and his voice turned cold. "Luck didn't have a damn thing to do with it. In my office and in places like this, I always get exactly what I want!"
"And you wanted me," Maria said with overflowing pride.
He grinned strangely and ran his eyes up and down, coolly appraising her lush curves. "You remind me of my wife," he said.
"Oh?" Maria questioned the odd ring in the way he said it. Then she thought how lovely and pampered this man's wife must be. Diamonds, furs and fine cars would all be as common as salt to her. "She must be lovely," she said in a wistful voice.
"She's an ugly, arrogant, haughty little bitch!" He snapped back. "She smiles and coos over me in front of her society friends, but at home her cunt is as cold as a fucking bucket of ice."
"Why don't you divorce her? There must be thousands of beautiful women you could pick from-"
"There are, but I can't leave her. She owns too much stock in the company. She inherited it from her father and she holds that over my head like a sword. One angry word from her and the Board of Directors would heave me out on my ass-"
Maria began to back away. The sudden cold rage she saw in his glowering eyes made her cringe.
"I'm nothing but a fucking puppet and that red-haired bitch pulls all the strings!"
She felt even more frightened then. This outwardly powerful man was as much a prisoner as any of the women in the room-maybe even more so. The chains that bound him could not be seen. They only weighted his mind.
"I come to places like this to forget her bitching demands. I have to play the loving husband in front of her friends. I have to bow and scrape and kiss her stinking ass!"
Maria edged back another step. He glared and reached out one strong hand. "You thought I'd do the same for you because of your sexy blonde hair-"
"No!" Maria cried as he coiled his fingers in the long curls of the wig.
"She wears a long silver mink like that most of the time," he said. "If it wasn't for all this blonde hair, you'd remind me exactly of her!" He jerked her toward him and the wig came off in his hand.
Maria's own fiery red hair fell in tight curls from having been capped under the wig. "Sonuvabitch!"
He growled. "You are like her! Exactly alike!" He grabbed her arm in a tight grip.
A gasp of sinking fear came from Maria's lips. She realized now how cleverly she'd been set up to satisfy this man's smoldering rage. Val watched their silent struggle and came forward to help if needed.
"Tonight I'm not going to forget. Tonight I'm going to get even! I'm going to show you what it's like to jump and twitch every time some fucking cunt pulls the strings!"
He whirled Maria and pushed her toward a long, open hall.
"I'm taking this bitch to the gym," he told Val. "And I'm going to need rope. Lots of rope!"
Val smiled and simply gave a nod to one of the female guards. Even that had been arranged in advance.
The gym at the end of the long hall was an enormous high-ceilinged room with an impressive array of athletic equipment. Maria wailed as he pushed her inside. "I'm not your wife, for God's sake. I-I don't even know your name!"
"It's Winthrop," he said. "But she calls me Winnie like I was her fucking teddy bear!" He snarled with disgust and pushed her toward the far corner of the room and a towering, metal-framed exercise machine. To her frightened eyes it looked more like a gallows.
It was rigged with a complex system of pulleys and counterweights so a man could exercise virtually any muscle in his body by pulling against spring-tension or dead-weight. Winthrop had Maria positioned beneath the tall steel frame and he was grinning wickedly when the guard arrived with coils of shiny, nylon rope.
"Please," Maria begged as he lashed one strand tightly around each wrist. "Can't we just fuck?"
He laughed bitterly in reply. "You sniveling bitch! You've been fucking me for years every way you could think of except with your cunt! Now it's my turn! I'm going to call that tune, and you are going to dance!"
The guard stepped around behind Maria and started to slip off her coat. She'd been instructed to save the expensive furs and jewelry from damage whenever possible.
"Leave it!" Winthrop said. "My wife always wears fur to show the world how fucking rich and important she is."
"But, Sheriff Parker says-"
"Fuck Sheriff Parker! He wants to please the Governor, and the Governor wants my company to build a new plant in this state."
"Yes, sir."
The guard backed away. What the hell? She thought. Parker can easily arrest another rich bitch and replace the fancy coat. Her first and most pressing order was to see that the important male guests enjoyed themselves at all times.
Winthrop came forward with a strand of the sleek rope clutched in each hand and knotted one tightly around each of Maria's bejeweled wrists.
"Thread these lines through the two outside pulleys at the top of the frame," he told the guard.
"Yes, sir!"
She nimbly climbed the ladder-like steps on one side of the frame and threaded the long strands of rope through the pulleys, as she was told.
"Stay up there, I'll have more for you to do in just a second."
He was knotting another pair of ropes just above Maria's elbows, cinching the knots tight in the thick, silvery, fur sleeves of the coat hanging half off her back.
"Nooo," Maria said when she felt the pain of biting rope.
She'd been too stunned and shaken to resist until then. The sudden burst of his anger had surprised her and the intensity of his sizzling rage had left her too weak to move.
She twisted and tried to pull away, straining to reach the door. But the ropes knotted around her wrists jerked tight and yanked her back. Then he'd tied the free ends of the ropes to the heavy springs at the base of the frame.
The strong springs kept her arms spread wide. She could pull against them and get her arms down, but not for long. The power of the heavy springs was too much. The instant she weakened, her arms were flung wide again.
"I used to be an engineer," Winthrop said and Maria realized that she didn't even know if that was his first or last name. But it didn't matter. He was an insane sonuvabitch either way.
"I loved designing machinery and making it work," he said as he knotted tight loops of rope around her ankles and tossed the long, trailing ends up to the guard who was poised monkey-like at the top of the frame. "I should have kept working at what I liked but no! I had to get to the top. So I married you-the fucking boss's daughter."
"I'm not your wife!" Maria screamed.
"That's right. Tonight you're a fucking puppet-like you made of me. And when I pull the strings, baby, you're going to dance!"
Maria understood what he was doing now and her guts wrenched into a tight knot of fear. She could not move either her arms or legs now without straining against the powerful springs. A second or two of supreme effort allowed her to move less than a yard before the twanging springs recoiled and snapped her back in a spread-eagle position.
As a kid growing up in the country, Maria had seen her dad trap foxes and tack their hides to the wall of the barn to dry. Now she was starting to feel like one of them.
In her torment, Nancy had dreamed of escape. But Maria was of a different mind. She plotted revenge. It was that skinny bitch Val who set her up for this and Maria vowed that somehow, some way, she would get even.
But strung as she was in a web of tight rope, her plotting seemed almost silly.
"I want a cattle prod," Winthrop said as he motioned for the guard to climb down.
"I don't know if we have one here."
"In Rocklin County there are more cows than people. Get me the prod!"
"Yes, sir," she hurried toward the door.
"Do you know what a cattle prod is?" Winthrop asked Maria with a wickedly cool grin curving his lips.
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Maria shot back.
Her plotting had filled her mind with anger. Growing up in the country, she'd watched men use the long wands to herd cattle into trucks bound for market. She knew that there was a battery in the handle of what looked like a fishing rod, and the mechanism delivered a stinging electric shock sharp enough to move a huge, stubborn head of beef.
Winthrop came forward grinning maliciously and began to rip the front of her dress. One long sweep of his powerful hand tore it to her waist and Maria's big, beautiful tits bulged in an uplifting bra.
"I'm going to leave that," he said. "The wire supporting those big tits of yours will spread the shock all around!"
"You bastard! You're a fucking madman!"
"The fucking comes later. Right now I'm just mad!"
He ripped her gown clear off and let it settle in a heap at her feet. Then he attacked her lace-trimmed panties with an angry slash of his hand.
Maria felt herself pulled forward. Her back arched and her glorious red-furred pussy mound came into view as the sheer doth strained near the breaking point. It split with the sound of a scream. The spring tension whipped her back into an upright position, arms and legs spread wide.
"One touch of that prod on your clit, and you are really going to jump!" He said in a cold sneering voice.
I just hope I get to use it on Val, Maria was thinking. I'd like to shove all six feet of it up her ass and shock her bitching throat!
Her delightful visions of revenge blazed wild a moment later. It was Van herself who entered the room carrying the long, thin prod.
"I just had to see what you wanted this for," Val said with obscene excitement crackling in her voice. "It was such an unusual request-even for this place."
Maria glared at the towering bitch. In her sleek, black, leather suit, the redhead thought she looked like grinning death. But as Winthrop turned with the wand in his hand, Maria could focus on nothing but the bright metal tip. And she could think of nothing but a shock like a lightning bolt touching her clit.
"Music!" Winthrop commanded. "I want to hear music!" In his fancy formal clothes, standing erect and tapping the tip of the prod on the floor, he looked like a symphony conductor holding an oversized baton.
Val moved obediently to a panel on the wall to switch on the mellow strains of string music wired throughout the house. Maria watched how lithe and quick she was and couldn't help wondering how fast the vicious bitch could move with electric shocks drilling her skinny ass.
"Aaah, good!" Winthrop peeled off his coat and his lace-front shirt. Val and Maria both stood watching, their eyes entranced by the powerful rippling muscles that covered his chest.
He tugged at his belt and let his pants fall. Then he dropped his shorts to reveal an abnormally long cock hanging as limp as wet laundry between his legs.
"My wife's constant bitching and lording her control over me has all but ruined my big cock," he said to Val. "It hardly ever gets stiff enough to fuck any more."
He stroked it idly with his hand. But the huge thing remained limp and still like a giant in a deep, drugged sleep.
"But it will tonight," he said in a stone-cold voice of confidence. "Once I've heated her frigid cunt and taught my fucking puppet to dance!"
Val's lips swerved into a leering grin. She loved to watch a lush, ripely curved woman squirm. It eased the nagging doubts and fears of inadequacy she had because of her own body, not fully a man or a woman.
"Sting her clit!" She hissed, "I want to watch her writhe!"
"I don't take orders from demanding women!" Winthrop said. "Not any more! When I get home, I'm going to show that bitch wife of mine!"
Val and Maria both felt waves of relief-Val because this handsome man had called her a woman, and Maria because he was talking about his real wife at home, not the twisted image of her in his angry mind.
Maria then felt sympathy for him. Since she'd first started trying on the fancy gowns, jewelry and furs she'd been trying to imagine what life at the top would be like. She had never dreamed that those people share many of the same concerns and frustrations as the people whose lives they so often control.
This man Winthrop had been a prisoner far longer than she. And, apparently, it troubled him more. Seething rage still flashed in his eyes, along with a powerful hunger for revenge.
"Dance!" He snarled at Maria as he waved the long prod in sweeping arcs, still leading the unseen orchestra that filled the room with stirring rhythm.
Maria tried. She strained desperately against the binding ropes and springs. But the redhead pulled one way only to be flung back the opposite way with such force that her feet jerked clear off the floor. They kicked and thrashed in a lewd parody of a graceful waltz.
"Faster!" He commanded, "I love to watch your tits jiggle and your pussy mound jerk!"
Maria groaned through her gritted teeth. He was reaching toward her with the tip of the prod. She fought to pull back out of reach, but then the force of the spring hurled her forward and she felt the cold metal button brush her naked thigh.
"Yyyeeeooow!" She cried. The shock cut through her like a hot knife. Nerves that felt severed twitched and flopped and the twanging springs kept her lurching like a hooked fish. "EEEEYYYOOOW!" He touched her other thigh, closer to her dripping cunt. "Not there!" She pleaded. "Oooh, shit... not there!"
But he grinned coldly and pressed the gleaming button on one puffed lip of her pussy. Maria arched her back, violently strong in the grip of fear. She howled when the force of the tugging springs won out and she rocketed forward, feeling a burning, needle-like shock rip into the depths of her cunt.
Maria thought at first he'd impaled her cunt with half the length of the evil wand, but it was only the searing jolt that burned in her sultry, pink, fuck hole. He flicked it to the other side and sent another bolt of pain spearing in her cunt.
"The clit!" Val said with a grunt. "Touch her clit!"
"Shut up!" Winthrop screamed and whirled, twitching the long wand right under her nose. "Open your bitching mouth again and I'll jam this tingler into your cunt!"
Val shrank back, her hands dropping to cover her cunt. "I'm sorry, but watching you makes me so excited," she mumbled in apology.
"It excites her too!" Winthrop said. "There's already honey dripping from her tawny fuck hole!"
And there was. Maria couldn't believe it at first, but she could feel the sleek oil of desire oozing from her pussy and running slowly down one leg.
"And look at those delicious tits!"
They heaved and rocked from the force of her heavy breathing. Winthrop slowly and deliberately lifted the tip of the wand until the vibrating motions of her springy web thrust one hard-nippled tit against the tip of the wand.
The shock stabbed right through the fabric over her tit. Maria hunched and tried to draw her arms together to protect herself, but the burrowing tip of the slender prod found the wire frame reinforcing the half cups of her bra.
The searing jolt circled Maria's tits and filled them with the shivering tingle of pain. But strangely, she found that it didn't hurt nearly as much as it had before. The sting was sharp, but more like the quaking tremors of joy that always preceded one of her grinding orgasms.
"Fuck her!" Val said sharply. "Ream her dripping cunt!"
Winthrop glared at the slender figure in luxurious black suede, but he said nothing. He smiled and decided he'd fuck them both. His cock was big and hard enough to do it now. It was only a question of which he'd have first!
Chapter Nine
Maria's ripe, full-figured curves won out. But it was not just the soft, sweeping curves of her body that attracted him. Her utter helplessness proved irresistible. Later he would tame the other wild bitch. But for now, Winthrop wanted the redhead who was already his slave.
"Hold this!" He snapped at Val and held out the prod.
He was more anxious now to use his huge cock. Tormenting the tawny bitch had swelled it hard with surging blood. It stood throbbing with the heat of his lusty desire.
He went to one side of the frame and did something to alter the tension of the springs. Maria gave a worried little gasp, but it had not cleared her lips before she felt her feet jerked high off the floor.
She cried, swaying wildly in mid-air. He laughed and began to let her down inch by inch, keeping both of her hands and feet high above her head. Pulled into a narrow "V", it was the soft, exposed lips of her pussy that neared the floor first.
"Ooooh, shit!" Maria gasped as his wrenching jerks made her whole body bounce up and down as Winthrop watched, happily stroking a hard-on bigger and better than he'd had in years.
"Your springy puppet cunt is going to love my big prick," he told her. "And you're going to fuck it long and hard whether you want to or not!"
He leered hotly, thinking about his nagging wife and wondering how long it would take to have a similar device installed in his own home. Not long at all, he decided-it was manufactured by a division of his own company.
Winthrop flashed a satisfied smile and lowered his powerful sun-bronzed body to the floor. His cock stood like a pillar of hot rock reaching for the juicy, red cunt dangling helpless above him.
Maria gasped expectantly. Lying flat, the bulging head of the thick cock didn't quite touch her exposed pussy, but she could feel its radiating warmth.
"Hhhooo, I want it! I can hardly wait! Hhhmmm! Give me cock, you big ox. Fuck my little pussy full!" She cried suddenly.
Winthrop reached up and grabbed the controlling ropes in his hands. "An ox can't fuck," he growled. "And that's what that bitching wife tried to make of me. But I'm coming home as a bull!"
"Cum in me first," Maria begged. "Oooh, I can still feel hot sparks snapping in my cunt. I'll fuck you until your prick smokes!"
"You bet your ass you will!" He pulled down on the ropes with one hand and started her spinning in a clockwise blur.
Maria cried out then he tugged and sent her whirling around the other way.
"From now on, I pull all the strings!"
"Yes! Yes! Shit! Give them a good yank and drop me down on your stiff dick! I want it! I need it now!"
"I thought you heard-I don't take orders! Not even from a hot, dripping cunt!"
"Fuck me, oh, fuck me, please. I'm begging for your big cock. I'm pleading, beseeching, entreating and imploring you! Give me the cunt-ripping fuck I deserve!"
He did-something to slack the spring tension ever so slightly. Maria felt herself sinking slowly until the huge, knobbed head of his cock wedged itself in the mouth of her cunt. There she was left hanging, suspended and spinning on just the hot tip of his prick.
"I'm getting dizzzzzy," she moaned as the speed of her whirling motion increased and the screwing friction of his cock burned in the mouth of her pussy. "Ooooh, please, let me down. Let me feel all of your beautiful cock!"
Val watched through widening eyes. Maria's anxious writhing excited her, but she knew that she herself would never-could never-beg and plead for thick cock. The idea disgusted her. Unless maybe with a weak little man, one that she could completely control...
"Huuuhhrungh!" Maria said with a rush of hot breath.
He triggered something that dropped her hard on the full length of his prick. It screwed into her as her wild spinning slowed to a stop.
"Now up and down, bitch! I want to see what your cunt can do!"
So far the seething walls of her pussy only shivered in delighted shock. But then Winthrop began jerking the lines with quick, hard yanks and felt the speed of her enforced writhing increase. She felt her whole body begin to bounce up and down as helpless as a yo-yo on a string. With each tug of the rope attached to her wrists and ankles, she was forced to kick and thrash her arms and legs in spasms of motion she could not control.
She could also feel his cock sinking deeper and deeper with each wild bounce. With the spring tension reduced, Maria didn't suffer the arm and leg wrenching jolts of strain she had before. Now it was like gliding weightless in space.
The binding ropes still chafed her wrist and ankles, but the pain of that felt slight compared to the joyous, twisting waves of delight that spiraled up from her cunt.
"Oooh, shit! I love it. I can fly like a bird and fuck like a whore!"
Winthrop moaned harsh rasps as the searing pleasure of her sultry cunt dropped on him and then rebounded upward. He found he hardly had to touch the ropes. Her whole lithe body was writhing in obscene delight and the springs added extra wild pulses no woman could have managed on her own.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She began to chant.
So far, he hadn't moved. He lay flat and let her fuck herself into a frenzy on the long spear of his prick. But now the clinging tremors of her cunt became too powerful to ignore. He arched his back and spiked his cock up as the springs creaked and she sank down.
"Ooophhh!" She gushed as her tawny cunt slit ground itself on the dark mat of cock hair rising beneath. "Hhhmmm, yeah!"
He settled back as the straining springs recoiled and lifted her. Maria's cunt cinched tight on his prick to slow her rise and prolong the delicious agony of his cock gliding out. Then she relaxed the sinewy bands and dropped with full force to feel his prick stab deep into her cunt as their bodies collided again.
"Aahh! Aaaaahhh!" I'm going to cum! Oh, hot fucking shit! My cunt is burning and smoking inside!"
"I can feel it!" He said and rammed deeper still, twisting his hips so that her grasping cunt was wringing his cock. Then he twitched a rope on one side and jerked her up in a lopsided sway.
It bound his long cock in the depths of her hole. "AAAGGHH! That's like fucking a bent nail! It hurts!" She cried.
But her pliant cunt muscles quickly conformed themselves to the new angle of his attack. She slid down to the root of his cock on a slant, howling and wailing as each inch bored in.
Winthrop tugged one line and then the other, rocking her back and forth. With her feet and hands both upraised, Maria pitched left and right wildly, her lurching body bouncing up and down even faster.
"Oooohhh, I'm almost there! I'm going to come so hard and long. Uuuunnngh! I'm going to grind your cock like raw meat and tingle my clit on the bloody stump!"
Val edged toward them, her eyes glassy with the steaming madness of jealous desire. She reached out with the long cattle prod and her narrow mouth tightened as she took careful aim. Val wanted to touch Maria's tiny juice-gushing clit. The slender wand swayed up and down in time with her furious bouncing, and as Maria's lips parted in a scream of sheer ecstasy, Val touched her and sparked in an additional shock.
"YYYEEEAAAGGGHHH!" Maria screamed, her cunt convulsing from the jolt. Hot tremors ran the length of her cock wringing tube and it wasn't until her shrill scream began to fade that the women realized Winthrop was howling, too.
The wet connection between cunt and cock had sent the same jolting current into him. It had run down his prick like a lightning rod and grounded the shock in his nuts. His two orbs recoiled, stung by the searing shock. Then they fired back with hot blasts of boiling cream.
"Ooooh-HHHOOO!" Maria cried. One shock followed the other so fast she couldn't gulp breath in between.
Hot jism spouted from his prick in stinging jets and he made one last, conscious effort before sinking into rapturous bliss. He flicked a lever and dropped all of Maria's body weight down on his cock. He grunted as the writhing weight of her hot, fucking cunt increased the grinding pressure in his nuts. They shot again and again and Maria screamed as she took each pulse of the boiling flow.
Finally, the two of them lay still, Maria in a tangle of rope and gleaming silver mink. Winthrop recovered his breath and eased her aside.
"That was some stunt," he said to Val as he stood up. "Touching her clit with that prod when you did."
Val backed away, sharply aware of something besides anger flashing in his determined eyes.
"It made me cum like never before," he said with a smile.
"I-I'm glad."
The lean, hard woman seldom felt fear, but she felt it now. Winthrop kept moving toward her, his eyes darting up and down swiftly while a wicked grin warped his lips.
"Cut her loose and let her go," he said with a quick nod back to Maria who'd just struggled to her knees.
"But-but-"
"Do it, bitch! She helped me learn something about myself and that's her reward. She can leave whenever she wants."
Val struggled with the knots cinched tight on Maria's wrists and ankles.
"She's a great fuck," Winthrop said as Maria shook her first freed wrist. "But she isn't quite what I need now. She likes it too much and if I'm going to tame that frigid-bitch wife of mine, I'm going to need practice with a tight little cunt that can't stand the sight of cock."
"There's another girl-Nancy, her name is-she's tiny as a doll and she hates men. The Judge is probably tired of her by now."
"If Judge Nathan is tired of her, you can bet she isn't afraid of cock any more. It's you I want!"
"No!" Val screamed and bolted for the door only to find it blocked by one of her own guards who glared back fiercely and braced to stop the towering woman in soft, black leather. "Get out of my way!"
The other woman didn't move except to stiffen the edges of her hands like cleavers. All the guards took training in the martial arts-all but Val who had thought she'd never need it.
"I said out of my way!"
"And the Sheriff, your boss, told me the guests are to have whatever they want."
"You stupid bitch! I'll throw your ass in the Sweat Box for this!" Winthrop grabbed Val before she finished the outburst and wheeled her around to face him.
"If anybody's ass ends up in a box, it's going to be yours after I've fucked it Mack and blue!"
"Ooooh, good God!" Va! Cried. "You can't do that!"
Maria had untangled herself and stood up, intrigued by the pure terror flashing in Val's eyes. "Relax, he's got a great cock!"
"I hate cock!" She screamed.
"He said you can go," the guard whispered to Maria.
"Now? No way! I wouldn't miss this for anything!"
"Black leather is perfect for the domineering bitch you are," Winthrop said calmly.
"You-you don't understand. I'm-I'm really more a man-"
"Bullshit!"
"It's God's honest truth! Look!" Val frantically pulled down her tight-fitting, suede pants. They bunched softly around her quaking knees and she slid her panties down, too. "See! Look at this!" Val dug out her elongated clit.
"I had a bigger cock than that the day I was born," the man scoffed.
"It's not as big as yours-" Val's voice trailed off. She could see his wet cock was still hard and a bright drop of partly dried cum gleamed at its tip like a jewel, "-but, see? When I rub it, it gets hard like a man."
"If you can piss through it, I'll believe you."
Val moaned. Her gut was in such a clenched knot of heaving fear that she did have to piss but she knew what would happen when she did. Still, she couldn't hold it back. The yellow flow splattered aimlessly and ran down her legs. It felt blazing hot against her ice-cold skin.
Winthrop laughed in roaring satisfaction. "This is how a man pisses," he said. He jerked back on the loose skin of his cock, gave a deep grunt and then let fly.
He shot a yellow stream with such force that it hit Val in the face. She recoiled in horror, staggering back until her feet tangled in the pants bunched low around her legs. She pitched backward and sprawled, still sputtering and spitting out piss.
"And this is how a real woman does it," Maria said as she stood over her, squatting slightly as she took aim on Val's sputtering lips.
Her gushing spray fell like yellow rain. With it came gleaming drops of cum that fell thick and hot from the depths of her cunt.
"Oooh," Maria said as she grunted to squeeze out the last drop. "I'd give all the minks and diamonds in the world if I could shit all over her face!"
"That would take too long to wash off and I'm too horny to wait!" Winthrop said, peeling the emergency fire hose off its coil on the gym wall. He cranked the valve and the thick hose swelling like a stiffening cock. A hard, needle-sharp jet hissed from the heavy, brass nozzle.
"Yyyeaaaahhh!" Val screamed, tossing on the floor as the stinging stream hit her naked cunt. First the stinking heat of piss, now the shocking cold of clear water. Her senses reeled.
Val skidded across the wet floor, slick and glossy as a seal when her black suede jacket was soaked through. The spray hit her face as she cowered against the wall and her straight, mannish hair began to shrink into tight, damp curls.
"Strip her!" Winthrop said with a smile. He turned off the water and watched as he recoiled the hose.
Maria and the guard both sprang into action at once. Val squealed and tried to slither away, turning the whole thing into something like the greased pig catching contests Maria remembered from the old-time county fairs.
The three tangled bitches skidded on the slippery wet floor and crashed in a far comer of the room. Val was harder to grab than a bar of soap in the bath tub and she fought with the screaming fury of a mountain lion. But Maria and the guard finally dragged her to her knees and began peeling off her jacket and blouse. Then they threw her flat on her back.
"Now, bitch, do you want to fuck, or do I hold you down with your mouth open while Maria shits in your face like she's just itching to do?"
"I-I want to fuck!"
The strain of wrestling with the two women had Val's heart thundering in her chest. Hot blood surged to the furthest reaches of her long, lean body and even her cunt felt hot from the press of the female bodies against hers.
"By God, I think she does!" Winthrop sniffed and caught the scent of her heated cunt. He dropped between her wide-spread legs and slanted his stiff cock down toward her pussy.
Va! Clenched her teeth. Her long, rigid clit still stood out tall and hard. He grinned when he saw it and flogged it back and forth with the head of his cock.
An explosion of unfamiliar warmth burst inside Val's skull. The tight clench of her jaw went slack and then she let out a loud, piercing wail.
He drove down on his cock and circled it in the tight mouth of her furry cunt. "Hhhmmmm. It's getting hotter!"
Val moaned and shivered in disgust. But the spreading warmth soon had her squirming with anticipation. It was a strange mixture of cringing fear and burning desire. All her life Val had yearned to fuck like some bitch locked in the Sweat Box with a long line of horny men waiting outside. But she had always felt ill-at-ease with her own body, ashamed of its mannish swelling and her hard bony chest.
But all her uncertainties vanished when Winthrop began working his purplish cock knob around in her cunt. Val rocked her hips and pressed against him, moaning joyously as she twisted herself in a lusty spiral the other way.
Years of having her cunt sucked by slaves desperate to please her had taught Val the location of every exposed nerve. She squirmed now to feel hot cock on every one.
"Aaaahhhh, I love it! It's so much bigger and hotter than a woman's little tongue!"
"You think it feels big now, wait until you get it inside!"
"I don't want to wait. Fuck me! Make me feel like a woman!"
He was in no mood to wait either. Val's sultry juices had his cock gleaming and seething with desire. It throbbed and ached, bulging from the strain.
"I need a real tight cunt to keep that big fucker from blowing up," he said.
"Mine is tight! Oh, it's sooo tight and hot! Fuck me, Winnie! Ram it in!"
"Winnie? I hate to be called that! It makes me so fucking mad-"
"That's how I want you-fucking mad. FUCK MMMEEEE! Make it hurt! Huuunnngh! Make me feel like a real woman!"
He gave a grunt and rammed in the whole length of his cock with one brutal thrust.
"Yes!" She said with a groan. "Oh, God! It's ripping me apart." But she arched to feel more of the joyous strain. "Yeah, you big bull. Do it, fuck me until I'm black and blue!"
"Well, Shiiiit," Maria said in disgust. She turned and started toward the door, gathering the soft, silver mink around her naked body. "If she enjoys it, I don't want to watch!"
"That makes you angry?" The guard asked as they reached the door.
"No-it makes me jealous!"
Chapter Ten
Val's shrill cries of wild delight failed to penetrate the book-lined room where Judge Nathan had taken Nancy. Her small lips still gleamed with cum from sucking his huge cock.
"It's not enough just to punish," he said to her in a voice as stern as the words he'd spoken in court. "I must make certain that you have been completely reformed. That you have lost your childish fear of a man's cock." He bent down and picked up the whip again.
She cringed and sank back, eyes locked on the long cruel braid. "You-you don't understand. You see, I was raped once. Not once-lots of times, by my step-father when I was a young girl."
Nathan cracked a knowing grin. "And you liked it, didn't you?"
"No! I hated it! I couldn't stand to have him come sneaking into my room and-and..." Her voice faded into a whimper.
But Nancy realized that after the shock of the first time, she had enjoyed his almost-nightly visits. It had made her feel smug to know that he left her mother, his wife, and came to her.
"And now you feel guilt because you were taught that incest is wrong."
"Yes, I know it's a terrible sin!"
"But you enjoyed it. You liked having his big, hot cock in your little girl pussy!"
"All right, yes! Damn it, I didn't just like it ! Loved it! I used to lie awake nights fingering my clit just waiting for him." She gave a racking sob and went on. "Some nights he stayed in his room and fucked my mother. I could hear them-his animal grunting and her wild cries. They used to try to keep it quiet but I could still hear them. It made me so jealous and so hot!"
"And you began to feel terrible guilt because you wanted so much what you knew was so wrong."
"Yes, I can't even stand to look at a man now. I mean, I couldn't before."
"But now you crouch there licking cum off your lips and gazing at my cock. You want it, I know you do. I can see the desire flashing in your eyes."
"But I'll go to hell! I can't give in again-"
"My dear, you have been living in hell! How many years have you been tortured by your guilt? How long have you denied what your body craves, thinking that somehow it might save your soul?"
"I-I don't know. It seems like a very long time."
"Could you have held your breath that long?"
"Of course not."
Nathan gave a nod. "You have lungs because you were meant to breathe. You have a pretty little cunt because you were meant to-"
"FUCK!" She cried boldly.
The heated pressure of excitement had been swelling in her since Maria had swerved off the main road and begun their wild, careening ride on the narrow, twisted ribbon of asphalt through Rocklin County.
Smoking tires and skidding curves had started her blood to boil. It had been a relief, almost like an orgasm, when the speeding car had finally stopped. Then the stress of fear had tightened her gut like cunt muscles clenching wildly on an unwanted cock.
With Val, Nancy gave in to the sultry heat of her desire. The weight of her chains and the fear of even more cruel bondage made it easy-she had had no choice. With Val she'd found temporary relief, like a climax not quite completed. Now Nancy wanted it all.
"Fuck me," she said again.
Nathan grinned and grabbed her by the arm. She gasped, startled by the quickness of his move and the strength of his gnarled hand. He pushed her toward a luxurious, velvet-upholstered couch, not giving her even an instant for second thoughts.
He held her and glared hotly through narrowed eyes while he ripped off the whip-torn remains of her panties and bra. Although she had begun to wrest the feelings of guilt from her mind, he had somehow understood that a degree of force was required. As willing as she sounded, he knew she might snap back and sink back into the mire of her guilt. He wasn't going to give her that chance!
"What a pretty little ass you have!" He spun her around and pinched her creamy little ass cheeks, driving her toward the waiting couch.
She howled as his long, thin finger wiggled in the crack of her ass and made it squirm.
"I might like fucking that even better than your tiny cunt."
"Oooh, no, not yet. Do my pussy first! Unnngh, it's been wanting a big cock for so long!"
He whirled her back and pushed her onto the couch. She sprawled, legs spread awkwardly, and moaned. He was on her in a flash, whipping his enormously thick-headed cock with one hand and steering it toward the wet mouth of her cunt.
"It's soooo big and thick. I know it's going to hurt!"
"Only until you get used to it. Then that little bitch-loving cunt of yours will beg for more!"
"No! I don't even want-AAAYYAAAHHH!" Her eyes bulged as the hot, throbbing ball of his cockhead pushed her pussy lips apart.
Wild spasms greeted his massive intruder. Nancy clenched instinctively and then willed her aching muscles to relax. "Oh, you bastard! You fucking bull! That's more cock than I've ever felt before!"
"And you haven't got it all yet!" He pushed in another inch or two and paused to fee! The tortured writhing of her heaving cunt. "I'm going to love grinding it into you, inch by throbbing inch. I'm going to fuck your cunt until it's juicy and sizzling like a rare steak. Then I'm going to ram my prick up your ass and fuck the shit out of you!"
"Yes. NO! Ooooh, shit! I don't know! I want it and I don't. I love it, and I HATE it all at once."
"Isn't it nice that you have no choice?" He gave her another two inches of thick cock, bright with a web of tangled blue veins.
Nancy shivered violently beneath him, kicking and trying to wiggle away. "I can't take any more! Ungh! My pussy is so tight and your big fucker is so huge!"
Nathan pressed down harder, almost nailing her to the couch with the spike of his cock. "I can't let you change your mind," he hissed. "Not now! It's tight young cunt like yours that keeps my big fucker young. Most men my age are sitting in rocking chairs wondering if they have strength for a game of checkers."
She struggled like a little she-panther, sinewy and strong. But Nathan just grinned, pinning her wrists down with his hands, driving them deep into tufts of velvet while he kept drilling her with his cock.
He felt her wet mat of cunt hair press against his, sleek and soft as the mink she'd word. Nancy's eyes wrenched shut, she gritted her teeth and hissed a shrill cry of pain. Then her cunt pulled on the long shaft of his deeply rooted prick.
"I love it!" She gasped in a trembling voice. "I love it! UNGH! I'm all right! My pussy loves to fuck!"
Nancy babbled excitedly and began to rock her hips, gliding the tight, narrow sleeve of her cunt up and down his spearing prick. "I thought I could only enjoy women," she said. "I almost forgot how good a hot cock can feel!"
Nathan grunted as he arched and slammed down on her upraised cunt, grinding and twisting his silvery mass of cock hair roughly on her little dome.
"No pussy-licking bitch could ever do this!" He growled as he twisted the root of his prick in a slow spiral to maul her tender clit.
"Aahhh, no! Shit, no!"
"Or this!" He reared back and dragged his cock completely out.
"Hhhhaaaa?" She moaned. "I want it! I want it BACK!"
"And back is where you're going to get it! Right up that little tiny ass of yours."
"OooooHHHHH?" Nancy tensed and shivered with fear. But she bent her legs and lifted the tightly puckered ring in the center of her cleft.
"A cock wet with fuck honey slides right in," he said in a soothing voice.
"UUUNNNGH! Shit! It burns. It's so hot! Glunnnngh!"
Nathan lunged and sank into her ass, gushing hot breath as he bottomed his long prick and felt the tormented spasms that ran the full length of his cock.
Nancy's little cunt still pulsed with waves of delight. Her slick oils surged to the surface and glossed her pink lips, then the flow oozed down on the cock pumping in and out of her ass.
"I can feel it getting hotter!" She said. "It's like being fucked with a pillar of fire!"
"That's only honey dripping out of your pussy. Your cunt is steaming and frothing, it's so hot!"
"I wish you had two pricks so you could fuck both my holes at once!"
"I'll do the next best thing!"
He drew back and let his springy cock leap from the tight-gripping hold of her ass. It flipped up and splattered them both with the hot oils of her desire. Then he stabbed into her cunt again.
"Grm-aaahhh!" She cried. "Oh, good! But don't let my ass get lonely. AAAHHHH! I have so much to make up for. Fuck me! Fuck me faster. Deep in my ass, then deep in my cunt. Make them both bum. Show me how fast you can go! Ooooh, I want both of my fuck holes to come at once!"
Nathan no longer needed to restrain her. Nancy's feet still kicked and her body writhed in a frenzy of lust, but she thrust herself at him now instead of trying to wiggle away.
He capped his hands on her firm little tits, twirling the hard button-nipples as his bobbing cock ripped back and forth from her cunt to her ass.
"Ooooh, that's even better! Aaaahhhh! My tits are burning too! Suck them, ummmhhhh, work my nippies with your tongue!"
Nathan pulled and swirled one of her delicious little mounds. The hard nipple bulged between his lips, and Nancy felt spiral waves of shocking pleasure twist their way into her brain.
His cock kept driving, flipping back and forth from pussy to shithole. His hard crotch drummed on her softer flesh with a steady, slapping rhythm and she began to chant in a voice of rising joy.
The strokes came so fast that half the time Nancy couldn't tell which hole he was in. Her cunt never had time to cool while he was twisting into her ass and her shithole never stopped quaking while he was grinding into her pussy.
"That's it! You're doing it. You're going to make both of my fuck tunnels come at once. Ooooh, it feels like two pricks fucking me at once!"
Nathan felt mounting pressure in his nuts. They slapped her ass each time she heaved it up. He felt jarring shocks of warm pleasure until his steaming load of cum could no longer be contained.
"Now!" She begged. "Oooooh, now-shoot jism in my cunt, now! That's what it's been waiting for. That's what no loving bitch can do. Fuck me full, you bastard. I want to feel cum!"
He could hardly hear her raging demands and his heart slammed the walls of his chest. Hot breath steamed from his mouth and nose with a hissing roar.
First Nancy thought his cock had grown another half a foot. The burning jet of cum felt as thick and hard as a rigid prick. Then she felt it splatter and dribble slowly down the back wall of her pussy and his cock heaved and blazed again.
"Hhhooo! CCCUUUUMMM!" She groaned, arching and twisting and wringing his cock.
Nathan grinned wryly and kept pumping it out. He liked nothing better than fucking a bitch-lover's cunt. Once they turned on to cock, they went crazy. Nancy was already wilder than most.
"Fuck me! Ram that big jizz pumper in! Shoot some cum up my ass. I want the feel of molten fire in both my holes!"
Spurting as hot and fast as he was, Nathan hated to have his cock out of her tight grasp for even an instant. But he wanted to feel the wild flinching of her ass when he blasted it with the cream of fire.
He dipped his gushing prick down and ripped the slick shaft into her ass. She was bobbing so frantically by then that he damn near missed. But his huge, balled cockhead skidded into her crack and finally centered itself in her shithole. The lips weren't puckered then, they were pulling and pleading, anxious to drag him in.
"You big ass fucker! Ooooh, shit! It's still shooting. I was so afraid it might run dry!"
"Not yet, baby, not by a long way!"
Nancy squealed with glee and hooked her legs around his waist, lifting and fucking her shithole onto his reaming cock. "I'll never let it out! Unnnghh! I'm going to milk it and make you cum until your mouth is dry!"
But she fell back a moment later, weakened with delight, and begged him to fuck back into her cunt. "Oh, I just don't know which I like best!"
"Be glad I've got cock enough for both!" He said with a grunt. Nathan could fee! The jetting force of his stream slacken, but he gave a grunt and got off a few more good blasts.
By then Nancy was so deep in rapture that she could barely move her lips. Nathan sagged down on her, kissing and licking her hot, little tits while the last of the creamy flow dripped from his cock.
A full minute went by before either could speak. "Good!" She said with a deep, satisfied moan. "Oh, that was so fucking good! I don't know how I could ever have gone so long without cock!"
Nathan stood up reluctantly. "I'd like to do it again," he said, "But I have an important meeting with some men from the Governor's office about an appointment to the State Court."
"Ooooh?" His cock still looked hard enough to Nancy to fuck again. She reached for it, pleading with her eyes.
"Sorry, but you'd be surprised how much official business we accomplish at times like this once everyone is relaxed and feeling satisfied."
"But you'll be right back?" She questioned anxiously.
"Er, no, I don't think so."
He didn't want to dampen her freshly awakened hunger by telling her the truth-that when he did return to the party he intended to try some of the other sexy bitches that Val and Sheriff Parker had provided.
"I can see that you have completely reformed," he said in a stern voice, not cracking a smile until the very end. "So I'm giving you time off for good behavior. You and your friend-the redhead-you're both free to go. I'll have Parker send up your car and your personal belongings."
"But-but-"
* * * * *
"Why don't you drive?" Maria said when they got to the car. "I'm really beat."
Nancy gave a nod and slipped behind the wheel. "I had a wild time with that old judge," she said, "But I feel great!"
"Good. I'll rest. And when we get to the hotel, we'll start making up for lost time."
"I wouldn't exactly say it was lost."
It was then she saw Shana by the side of the road, still dressed in prison blue and waving frantically for them to stop.
"What the hell? How did you get out?"
"Aaah, I'm not sure. The doctor said I was cured and I could go-so I went. I didn't even wait to get my own clothes."
"Cured? Cured of what?" Maria asked in a sleepy voice.
"That's the hell of it. I don't even know. He did some kind of number on my head. I kept thinking I was a virgin on my honeymoon in this fancy hotel. Then I was like Cleopatra... naked in the warm sun, fucking while we floated down the Nile on a barge."
"What a trip!" Nancy gasped.
Maria perked up and said, "We're on our way to a hotel by the beach, why don't you come along?" She kept eyeing the young blonde's soft curves and thinking how tasty her cunt must be.
"I-I'd really like that. After what I've been through, some nice, easy cunt sucking sounds like fun."
Maria grinned and ran her hand under Shana's skirt, inching slowly toward a blonde fringed pussy that still reeked with sweat and cum. Nancy caught whiffs of it lifted by the breeze flowing through the open car. It excited her and her foot kept pressing harder on the gas.
"Hey!" Maria said when she finally saw how fast they were going. "What the shit are you trying to do? We aren't out of Rocklin County yet! We could get busted and end up with our asses back in the slam!"
Nancy's grin grew wider. Her eyes flashed excitedly and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor.
Shana moaned and covered her eyes as the little sports car snaked around one curve after the other. "You don't know what that Sheriff or the Sweat Box is like!" She cried.
"I know. And you've never been to one of those parties they throw. I'll bet you look really bitching in diamonds and fur!"
"Well, actually I think I'd like that Sweat Box better," Shana said. "That's more my style."
"You'll probably have to fight Val for it," Maria said with a chuckle. "After what she learned at the party, she'll probably lock herself in there every night."
The shrill wail of a siren stopped their chatter. Red and blue lights swirled on the roof of a patrol car coming up fast from behind.
"Oh, shit... here we go again," Maria said.
Nancy laughed and touched the brake. Before the car skidded to a stop, all three of them were giggling and holding out their wrists.
It was Nancy who said, "I hope that deputy has enough handcuffs to go around!"
