The shower room was a hazy fog of steam. The scent of bath soap lingered in the air. There they stood, in all their naked glory in the entrance to the shower room. She gazed at the youthful splendor of her charges' bodies, she was overcome by that combination of lust and motherly pride which had obsessed her since she had gotten the job as girls' gym teacher at Central High School two years before.
It had been a rough two years. When Dahlia had started, the major activities available for girls in the school were ridiculously limited. There was volleyball and such in regular gym periods, and a few intramural teams playing other gym sports, but little real opportunity for the girls to compete with other schools. Dahlia had changed all that.
The team whose adolescent bodies Dahlia was so protectively watching was the champion of the new All-Girls City Softball League. The League had been Dahlia's brainchild, and she had fought for it up through the levels of the school administration, finally winning the support of the City Council, which had forced the schools to divert funding for girls' inter-school athletics.
Yes, Dahlia Peterson had a lot to be proud of. Not least of all, she was proud of her girls. She eyed them avidly as they went through the horseplay common to communal showers.
There was her pitcher, Barbara Lassnow. Barbara was a tall girl, muscular and rangy. Her high, up-turned breasts seemed oddly out of place on her wiry frame. Under the stimulation of the shower spray, the small, eraser-sized nipples stood up straight and proud, almost pointing at the ceiling. Her dark pubic hair was scant, barely concealing the entrance to the cleft of her pussy.
Lana Rojas, the catcher, was a different type altogether. She was short and olive beautiful. Her bone structure was large, and her breasts just small sensual swellings, small bumps on the broad expanse of her breastbone. But her wide hips, made for child-bearing, made her among the sexiest members of the team. As she bent over to retrieve a dropped bar of soap, Dahlia could plainly see the pinkness of the inside of her pussy, and the puckering node of her asshole as her buttocks flared apart with the motion.
Slowly, Dahlia swept her eyes over each member of the team, lingering on each one as she noted the varied beauty of each. Truly it was a wonderful thing for a lesbian to have access to this sort of stimulation daily. And she was a good teacher as well. The success of her teams showed that.
Having surveyed each team member closely, Dahlia returned her eyes to Rosie Trivet, the first baseman. Here was the gem of the team, in every way. As a ballplayer, she was easily the best on the team. Her fielding was spectacular; she was fast and accurate. She was also the leading batter in the entire league.
But it was not on Rosie's Softball abilities that Dahlia Peterson's mind dwelled as she watched the girl turn off the shower head and stroll to the towel rack. It was rather on the nubile perfection of her half-child's body. Dahlia's eyes narrowed as she watched the saucy rise and fall of the young girl's pale white ass cheeks. Each was a perfect half-globe, rotating and undulating in that unconscious sensuality of the early teen years. As Rosie began to dry herself, she turned to face Dahlia across the room. Their eyes met, and Rosie smiled with the innocence of her fifteen years. As she vigorously dried her back with the towel slung back over her shoulders, the firm orbs of her perfect medium sized tits jiggled and bounced provocatively. She moved the towel down and began to dry between her buttocks, causing her lightly-downed pubic mound to move back and forth in an unconscious imitation of the sexual act. Dahlia couldn't take any more. She could feel her pussy becoming damp through her panties and tan sweatpants. She walked over to where Rosie was seated, drying the last droplets of water from her long and shapely legs.
"Well, Rosie. That was the best practice so far this year. If we keep this up, we'll be in A-.l shape for the first game of the season."
"Oh, Miss Peterson. That's not for two weeks yet. We'll be much better by then!"
Dahlia suppressed a mad urge to reach out and stroke the gentle curve of Rosie's neck as she threw her hair up over it and began to rub her long, golden locks vigorously.
"Well, I hope so. I certainly don't want to give back that cup this year. We've got some pretty good competition, and it's going to take a lot of teamwork to keep up to snuff. I hope everyone is keeping to the training schedule, and watching their diets."
"Oh, I'm sure they are. But it's hard for some of the girls. What do you do when a boy asks you out, and you've got to tell him that your coach won't let you out more than once a week?"
"Is that a big problem for you, Rosie?"
"No, not for me. I've got so many things to do what with the advanced classes I'm in and the team that I don't have time for boys much at all." In addition to athletic excellence, Rosie was one of the brightest young scholars in the City school system.
"What! No boyfriends? Why, I'd have thought that every boy in the school would be drooling over you."
Rosie frowned as she began to pull on her panties. Dahlia almost groaned aloud as she saw the beauty of the girl's naked torso taken from her view.
"Well, I can't deny that I get a lot of offers. But somehow, the boys I meet in school seem so young."
"I know exactly what you mean, my dear."
Rosie continued to dress, watched avidly by the pretty young gym teacher. She put on a soft half-bra, and slipped a beige cashmere sweater over it. As she pulled on her jeans, obscuring the last of her adolescent beauty, Dahlia spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"By the way, Rosie, the elections for team captain are at the end of this week."
"I know, Miss Peterson."
"Well, I've been talking with the other girls, and the election is going to be only a matter of form. They're unanimous in their feeling that you should have the job."
"Oh, Miss Peterson." Rosie clapped her hands in pubescent delight.
"Now, of course this isn't official yet, but there are a lot of things I want to talk over with you, and I'd like to get some of them straightened out right away. Are you doing anything this afternoon. Like right now?"
"Well, I was going to stop at the library on my way home to do some research on my science project. But I can always do that tomorrow."
"Excellent! I'll tell you what. How about we go over to my place. We can have some coffee or something, and talk. Then I'll drive you home later."
"Oh, that sounds keen, I always hate conferences in teacher's offices."
"I agree. They always seem so cold. A student should fell that a teacher has time for her individually, not just on an appointment basis in some cold office."
"Oh, I agree completely, Miss Peterson."
"Good. Why don't you go and comb your hair and get ready while I get my things from the office. I'll meet you in the parking lot in about ten minutes.
"OK. See you then." Rosie strolled away, turning to give Dahlia a broad smile.
'What am I getting myself into,' Dahlia thought as she watched the slow sensual sway of Rosie's pert buttocks. 'After all I've gone through to get and keep this job.' But she couldn't keep the memory of Rosie's pliant young body in the shower from dominating her mind and reason.
"Well, this is it. Just throw your things anywhere. I'll be out in a minute."
Rosie looked around the living room of Dahlia's apartment as the teacher strolled through the open door of the bedroom and closed it behind. Rosie had never been in a teacher's apartment before. The living room was furnished in exquisite taste. Over the functioning fireplace hung a print of a Modigliani nude. The other walls were also covered with expensive reproductions of lush, full female bodies, crowned by a huge reproduction in oil of Goya's' Naked Maja over the long, soft couch. The walls were covered with book shelves. Walking over to one, Rosie glanced over the titles. There were many books on physical fitness. One title intrigued her young mind. It was "Sexual Aberrations of Western Womanhood." Taking it down from the shelf, she began to leaf through it, fascinated. She'd just begun a paragraph dealing with lesbianism in America when her gym teacher came back into the room.
"Inspecting my library, Rosie?"
The girl turned, and stifled a gasp. Dahlia was dressed in a diaphanous white peignoir. As she walked, it became apparent that she was wearing no bra. Rosie could see the impressions of her nipples where they pressed against the soft and clinging fabric.
Dahlia noticed the surprised stare and the wonder on her student's face. "Oh, I'm sorry I should have prepared you. I spend so much time at school in gym clothes and stuffy teacher's outfits, that I always like to put on something comfortable and feminine when I'm in the privacy of my home. Why, sometimes I don't wear anything at all!"
The two young women laughed together, Rosie somewhat nervously.
"But enough of that. I think that your election as team captain calls for a toast, and I can't see toasting in coffee." Dahlia winked at her student. "How about something a little stronger?"
"Why, Miss Peterson! You know I'm too young to drink. Besides, it's against your own training rules."
"Well, rules are made to be broken. Besides, it won't hurt to have just one. And I certainly won't tell the police or the school board if you don't," She smiled disarmingly.
Rosie couldn't help but laugh. "All, right. I guess one drink won't hurt."
"Good. What would you like?"
"I don't really know much about liquor. Whatever you're having."
"Excellent. Two gin and tonics coming up."
Dahlia walked into the kitchen to fix the drinks. As she reached up to the cabinet over the sink to get down the gin bottle, she could feel her distended nipples brushing against the fabric of her peignoir. Her palms were sweating, and she moved as a woman in a trance. This entire episode was unplanned, the product of her excitement at the sight of Rosie's lovely body in the shower.
'Oh, what am I doing,' she thought as she opened the refrigerator and took out ice cubes and tonic water. 'I've been so discreet so far on this job. Am I going to throw it all away now?' But even as her mind warned her, she found herself tipping the gin bottle to give Rosie a healthy double shot. She'd been a long time without a woman.
Rosie was seated on the couch when she came out of the kitchen carrying the two glasses. She was leafing through a coffee table book of nudes with rapt attention. She intended to major in art in college, and the lush beauty of the old masters in the book captivated her.
"Here we are. One drink to toast the new captain of the softball team." Dahlia smiled gaily as she handed the glass to Rosie. Their fingers touched, and the older woman felt a tingle of excitement throughout her love-starved body.
"You know, Miss Peterson, this is my first cocktail."
"Well, enjoy it, my dear," the gym teacher replied as she took a seat on the couch only inches from her star player. "Here's to a successful season!" She raised her glass. Rosie clinked hers to Dahlia's, and the two women sipped at the strong cocktails.
"Oh, this tastes good! Like a tingly lime-aid."
"I'm glad you like it, Rosie. You deserve a little relaxation now and then. I'm surprised you don't have a nervous breakdown, working so hard at your school work and playing ball as well."
"Well, like I told you, I don't carry on much of a social life. And I really love my school work. I want to be a teacher, just like you!"
Dahlia looked deeply into the young girl's eyes. She saw the ingenuous gleam of youthful innocence. Quickly, she cast her glance down to her drink. She stared at the lime wedge floating in the cocktail, trying to keep her thoughts from lustful anticipation. Her pussy was beginning to get moist; she could feel excitement taking control of her. She had to have this girl!
"Tell me, Rosie. Haven't you had any experience with boys?"
"Well ... " Rosie took another gulp of her drink. She didn't know how strong it was and had almost finished it already. "I have gone out with a few. But they all seem to want to ... do things to me."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know ... Touch me."
"Oh."
"And they're always so rough! They don't care how, I feel. They just want to touch me. Sometimes they try to force me to touch them, too. It scares me."
"I know just what you mean, my dear."
Absent-mindedly, Dahlia moved her hand over and began to run her nails up and down Rosie's bare upper arm. The girl began to recoil, then relaxed. She could feel a warm sort of euphoria from the double strength gin and tonic she'd drunk, and the light caress of her teacher's fingers on her arm seemed curiously soothing. After all, this was her gym teacher. What could be wrong?
Dahlia's hand moved upward and began to lightly stroke her young first baseman's neck, kneading and massaging the muscles. Rosie sighed and leaned her head forward. This was marvelous; just what she needed after a hard afternoon on the field.
"You seem tense, Rosie. Is anything the matter?"
"No. It's just that these first few weeks of practice seem to tighten up all my muscles. Usually I go home and soak in a hot tub. Then I feel fine."
"Well, I know a better way than that. Have you ever had a real massage?"
"Why, no. But I've heard that a massage is the best thing for sore muscles."
"You bet it is. And I just happen to be one of the best masseuses around. In fact, I took a course in body massage in college. I may be a little out of practice, but I'll give you one if you like."
"Gee, Miss Peterson. Would you?"
"You bet! Why don't you go in the bedroom and strip down to your underwear while I go and get the massage oil. I'll make us another drink, too, while you get ready.
Rosie walked into the bedroom and began to remove her clothes. It felt a little funny to be undressing in another woman's bedroom. But, after all, Miss Peterson had seen her naked many times, and the combination of alcohol and the prospect of a soothing massage disarmed the young girl completely.
Dahlia's hand shook as she mixed two more strong drinks. 'There's still time to call this off,' she thought. But she knew as she went into the bathroom and took down the bottle of herbal massage oil that once she had her hands on Rosie's lush young body, she would be lost.
Rosie was standing admiring the prints of Parisian street scenes on the bedroom wall when Dahlia entered the room. Her pink cotton panties were drawn into the cleft of her buttocks. The soft curves of her lower cheeks stuck out provocatively below the elastic leg holes. Dahlia almost dropped her tray with the drinks and massage oil at the sight, but had regained her composure by the time Rosie turned around.
Rosie felt slightly embarrassed to be standing in front of her teacher in this state of undress. The firm, pliant curves of her breasts rose and swelled above the half cups of her bra. Her long, pale, shapely legs swept upward to meet at the crotch of her panties. A few stray wisps of blonde pubic hair trailed from the meeting place of her thighs.
Dahlia set the tray down on the night table.
"Well, Rosie, let's get on with your massage. Why don't you just lie down on your stomach on the bed?"
Rosie obeyed, lying down and burying her head in the soft pillow, preparing herself for the soothing warmth of the massage.
Dahlia stood back a moment, surveying her student. She stared at the supple grace of her back, the sweep of her spinal cord from her petite shoulder blades down the declivity of the small of her back, rising to the lush upsweep of her lovely ass. It was all she could do to avoid attacking the girl right then and there.
'Slowly, now, Dahlia,' she told herself. 'We mustn't frighten the girl.'
Sitting down on the bed, Dahlia reached over and picked up the massage oil. She tipped some into the palm of her hands, and put her hands together, coating both with the slick, scented oil. Almost worshipfully, she reached down and began to spread the oil over Rosie's back, starting at the small of her beautiful spinal curve and working upwards toward the shoulders.
"Uh, Rosie. Don't be embarrassed, but it'll be a lot easier to do your back without this bra strap in the way. Do you mind if I undo it?"
"Why, no, Miss Peterson," Rosie murmured into the pillow. "It's kind of chafing in this position anyway."
Dahlia reached down and undid the clasp of the bra, then spread the ends of the bra strap out away from Rosie's torso. Taking another handful of massage oil, she began to spread it all over Rosie's back, from the base of the spine up to the corded neck muscles. She moved Rosie's long blonde hair up over her head, and began to knead the muscles all around the neck, moving her long supple fingers up over the base of the skull to work on the bottom of the scalp.
"Mmmmmm." Rosie moaned as she felt her teacher's strong hands pulling and kneading at the taut muscles of her back.
"Does that feel good, Rosie?"
"Oh, yes. I can feel the muscles relaxing. Please don't stop."
"I won't dear. Don't worry."
For a while, Dahlia just moved her hands up and down Rosie's perfectly formed back, kneading and pulling at the skein of muscle tissue over the back of the rib cage, surrounding the spine. Then she slowly began to move her splayed hands outward, to the girl's flanks. As she did so, her fingers trailed down and lightly stroked the sides of Rosie's luscious tits where they bellied out from' the pressure of lying on her stomach. Rosie just sighed, suspecting nothing.
'Can this girl be so innocent?' Dahlia was almost mad with lust as she continued to massage Rosie's back, diverting her fingers on each sweep to touch the fullness of the girl's breasts. She could feel the juices gathering in her hot snatch under the loose-fitting negligee.
Now the teacher began to concentrate on working at the small of Rosie's back, digging her thumbs in on either side of the spine while pressing down and in toward the center with her strong fingers. Slowly as she did this, her hands began to sweep further down with each stroke. Soon she was encompassing the top of Rosie's full round buttocks with each rotation of her hands, moving her fingers up over the white hillocks, and touching her fingers together at the beginning of the heavenly cleft between them.
Rosie drifted in a world of sensual relaxation. Never had she dreamed that the touch of another's hands on her body, alternately gentle and firm, could relax her body so. She noticed when Dahlia began to include the fringes of her private zones in the massage, but the overall effect was so stimulating and relaxing at once, that she didn't question the naturalness of the acts.
"Now, Rosie, to be really complete, a massage must encompass all the major groups of muscles in the body. One of the most important groupings, and the one which most often is the seat of muscular tension, is in the buttocks. This group is the key to the system of muscles that leads down the thighs, to the calves and ankles, and a massage which ignores it is only half effective. If you want me to give you a really complete massage, I'll have to remove your panties."
Somewhere in Rosie's brain an alarm went off. This couldn't be proper. But she knew that massages in ladies' gyms were conducted in the nude. And wasn't Miss Peterson a qualified masseuse? Surely this was really no different than having a professional massage.
"Mm-hmm ..." she murmured into the pillow. "Go ahead."
With trembling fingers, Dahlia slipped Rosie's panties from her hips. The girl helped by raising them momentarily from the bed. They slid easily from the girl's long, curvaceous legs.
Dahlia gasped at the perfection of the buttocks now exposed to her gaze. Pressed tightly together, they resembled two round acorns, coming to a tapering point at the tops of her thighs. She could see a few wisps of blonde pubic hair sticking out from that divine juncture.
She returned to her massage, starting where she had left off, at the base of the spine. Slowly, she began to move her hands downward, onto the snowy protuberances she had watched in lust for so long. Her hands took one buttock each, positioning themselves in the center of the lovely half globes, pressing down on the muscles, moving from the bottom of the cheeks to the tops.
Rosie sighed. This was heavenly. Involuntarily, she shifted so that her legs were slightly parted. Dahlia could see down through the gap between the thighs, could see clearly the object of her quest, the beautiful, down-covered lips of Rosie's virginal pussy.
Dahlia didn't miss a beat in her slow, sensual massage, but her breathing became slightly harsh and labored as she gazed at the exposed pussy only two feet from her moist lips. She moved her hands down to the tops of Rosie's thighs, encircling those pale pillars with her hands, working on the tight bunches of muscle just under the buttocks.
'Oh, this is heavenly,' Rosie thought. 'It's so nice to just lay here and be worked on like this. It sure beats a hot bath!'
Dahlia carefully orchestrated the movement of her hands. At just the proper moment, she pursued the skein of muscle at the top of the thigh so that her fingers scooped just under Rosie's uplifted buttocks, and pressed in at the top of the grouping, where it was terminated softly, lusciously, irresistibly, on either of the sides of the crotch. She could feel the softness of the outer folds of Rosie's blonde pussy with the outer tips of her fingers as they brushed over the entrance to Rosie's womanhood, seemingly innocent.
Rosie was a little alarmed. Surely a simple massage shouldn't extend to between her legs. But, at the same time, she felt a slow growth of warmth in her entire body, centered on her pussy. It felt so good! She could feel the moisture building in her snatch, just as it did on those nights when she masturbated in bed at home.
Dahlia couldn't believe it was going to be this easy. She lightly stroked Rosie's outer lips a little more boldly on each pass of her fingers. She could feel tremors of excitement building in the girl, as she massaged boldly the muscles of the lower thighs, then moved on to the calves. She spread the soothing oil all over the back of the girl's body, tenderly caressing, then roughly massaging each tense muscle. Slowly she worked her way back up Rosie's body, concentrating again on her partially exposed pussy lips, superb buttocks, moving back up to trace the full bulges of the young girl's breasts on either side of her rib cage.
"MMmmmmm ... MMmmmmm ..." Rosie moaned.
The young girl was in a paradise of sensation she had never entered before. The soft touch of her teacher's hands, the lingering alive feeling wherever they had passed, was in sharp contrast to the feeling of revulsion she had had whenever some boy she'd gone out with had clumsily tried to roughly fondle her, pawing at her clothing in impatient adolescent lust.
Dahlia listened as Rosie's breathing grew heavier, her sighs and moans more frequent. 'Why, this luscious creature is almost as hot as I am!' she realized with surprise. It was time to throw caution to the winds.
"Well, Rosie, that does it for the back. Would you turn over. I'll be done in no time." She spoke briskly, trying to hide her lust. She knew that the massage would be over soon. But what she planned for afterwards would last a lot longer!
Without thinking, Rosie turned over on her back, facing upward at her teacher. As she did her bra slipped completely off her tits, so that as she lay on her back, the soft mounds lay totally exposed to Dahlia's lustful gaze, the erect nipples pointing straight up, the fine imprint of the bedspread slowly fading from the pale tenderness of the full mounds.
Dahlia moaned. She couldn't keep up the pretext of a massage any longer. Leaning forward, she reached down with her oil-covered hands and ran them over the beautiful breasts so brazenly exposed to her.
Rosie looked up in surprise and alarm. Her teacher was slowly kneading the tender breasts that had never known any touch but her own. She could see that Dahlia's eyes were shut tight. The teacher's tongue darted in and out, passing sensuously over her moist red lips.
Dahlia was as a woman possessed. She ran her hands lovingly over Rosie's tits, then moved them to the sides, caressing the girl's flanks, returning to trace the outline of the breasts where they flowed down over the rib cage.
Slowly, Rosie's alarm began to fade. She knew that something very wrong was going on, but she hoped it would never stop. She moaned low in the back of her throat as Dahlia lowered her face to the upturned erect nipples, biting and nipping, drawing the pert tips into her warm mouth, sucking them in, circling them with her sinuous tongue. The girl was lost in an ecstatic world of passions she'd never explored before. Involuntarily, she moved her hands up and began to stroke Dahlia's short, mannishly-cut hair, moving her fingers down to massage the straining muscles of the teacher's neck, just as her own had been massaged only moments before.
Throwing caution to the winds, Dahlia moved her hands down Rosie's heaving flanks. She insinuated them under the girl's buttocks, clenching the beautiful cheeks together, then prying them apart. Slowly she moved her hands up and over Rosie's thighs, and moved one hand into the gap between the girl's now outspread thighs, at first caressing the downy outer lips of her snatch, then cautiously beginning to insert one finger into the heavenly orifice.
Rosie moaned. She'd heard of lesbian love, but it had always been painted as a foul perversion. How could she reconcile the tender, knowing caress of her gym teacher with the tales of brutish unnatural sex she'd heard? Obviously she'd been lied to. Instinctively, she reached out for her teacher and welcomed her into her folded arms. She moved her hands up and down Dahlia's back, feeling the teacher's full buttocks through the thin material of her negligee.
Dahlia stood up, undid the sash at her neck, and allowed the peignoir to fall to the floor. She stood in all her radiant beauty before the admiring gaze of her student. Rosie reached out her hand.
Moving to the bed, holding Rosie's hand. Dahlia began the exploration of love. She bent over the girl's body, kissing the upturned tits, then began to run her mouth down Rosie's belly, her long tongue snaking in and out, lapping at the pale, creamy skin. Her mouth reached Rosie's sparse blonde pubic triangle. Without pausing she shifted her body to kneel over. Rosie's body and dipped her head in between the girl's out flung thighs.
Rosie cried out in surprise and passion at the first touch of Dahlia's lips to her virgin pussy. Her hips bucked upward involuntarily as Dahlia stuck her tongue boldly into the orifice, past the outer lips, to lick and slurp along the inner lips, upward until it made contact with the budding, swelling clitoris.
Dahlia couldn't believe it had been this easy. She was in heaven as she tasted the nectar of Rosie's sweet love juices. She drew the stiffening button of the girl's clit into her hungry mouth, rolling her tongue around it, lightly nipping it with her perfect teeth as the body under her began to writhe and hump wildly on the bed. She could feel Rosie's low moans reverberating through her diaphragm, and knew that her two long years of loneliness and frustration were at an end.
Rosie moaned, a long, low continuous sound from the back of her throat and the depths of her soul. Opening her eyes, she was staring right into Dahlia's dripping cunt. The teacher was kneeling with her wide-flung thighs straddling the young girl's head, and Rosie could see clearly the thick brown hair of her pubic mound, the silky outer lips of her pussy, and the moist pinkness of her exposed inner lips and vaginal canal. She knew what would please her teacher.
Reaching up, Rosie grasped Dahlia's buttocks and pulled the redolent, wet snatch to her full lips. Clumsily imitating the tender caress she was receiving on her own cunt, she tentatively thrust out her tongue, feeling the warm softness of a woman's interior for the first time. As Dahlia showed her approval by slowly rotating her hips over Rosie's mouth, the girl became more bold. She began to lap her tongue around the inside of her teacher's snatch in a continuous circular motion, causing Dahlia to moan aloud into the recesses of her own snatch.
The two bodies on the bed writhed in ecstasy. They were well on their way to a simultaneous climax. As Dahlia continued to lick and nip at Rosie's swollen button of love, the young girl explored with her own tongue. Finding the erect clit in Dahlia's snatch, she began to imitate her teacher, rolling it around with her tongue, sucking it into her warm mouth. She moved her fingers up and down on her teacher's buttocks, trailing her innocent fingers into the valley between them, lightly caressing the older woman's puckering asshole. Suddenly, she felt the first of a series of hot flashes up and down her body. It was as though there were an electrode running a current directly from her sopping pussy to her brain. She began to buck and hump wildly on the bed, feeling Dahlia's cunt tremble and writhe against her avidly sucking lips. Suddenly her climax was upon her. A white light seemed to explode in her brain as she moved even faster. She could feel Dahlia following the rhythm of her movements, and they reached the peak of their climaxes together, winding down in a series of slow languorous movements until they lay next to one another, sweaty and spent.
Afterwards, they lay in each others' arms, looking deeply into each others' eyes. Dahlia talked to Rosie, reassuring her that there was nothing wrong in their love, or in showing it sexually. Women had been the best lovers of women since time began. Now that they had found each other, they must hold on to each other. As long as no suspicion of their activities became public, they would be entirely safe to enjoy the mutual delights of sapphic love indefinitely.
After they had showered and dressed, Dahlia drove Rosie home. She drove with one hand, the other lightly caressing the young girl's knee.
"Oh, by the way, Rosie. I have some exciting news, well, you know the mayor has been taking an active interest in girls' sports since we got all that state-wide coverage with the championship last year. He's arranged a special exhibition game for us; a sort of pre season warm up. We should get a lot of publicity."
"Who are we playing."
"Well, it's a little strange. He's arranged a game with the softball team at the LaCrosse Boys' Reformatory."
"But won't that be dangerous?"
"Oh, no. The mayor has assured me that the Corrections Department will take every security precaution. The Reformatory warden thinks it'll be good for the inmates to see a few girls, even if it's just to play softball. And he's told me that nothing can possibly go wrong."
CHAPTER TWO
Jack Rivers sat in solitary thought on his bunk. He was in a solitary cell of Block C at the LaCrosse Boys' Reformatory. At twenty years of age, he was already a hardened con, and with good reason. He'd already been in the institution for three and a half years of an indeterminate sentence.
Jack was a leader among the population of the Reformatory. Tall, well-built, with full sensuous lips drawn back in a perpetual sardonic smile, he won the respect of all who met him. Just as there are natural leaders, so are their natural followers, and Jack had the largest coterie in the prison. He never pulled a work detail, but spent his work time in the gym, keeping his muscular frame up to par. Or else he worked out with his Softball team. It had been his idea to organize a regular team in the joint, and he was its captain. Jack had been careful never to be caught breaking the rules, and so had become a trustee even as he had built his own clandestine organization under the nose of the warden.
But it was not softball, or black market activities that occupied his mind now. He was thinking of the bitch who was responsible for his situation. He had been convicted on a rape charge. He'd been leisurely screwing the daughter of a prominent politician in the cellar of her home, when the old man had burst in. Immediately, the little cunt had started to scream and struggle, just as she had moaned and humped with wild abandon a moment before. The father had been outraged, and, had Jack not even then been a fine physical specimen, probably would have beat him. As it was, he called the cops. The young girl had duly testified to his brutal rape, and here he was.
He looked at the blanket that he'd tied to the bars of his cell to obscure him from the view of the passing guards, and slowly massaged the bulge in his groin. It was time to indulge his favorite fantasy.
As Jack lay back on his bunk, sliding his prison levis down over his hips to expose his slowly swelling prick, he lost himself in the reverie that had obsessed him since his incarceration.
He was in a basement. The cinder block walls were well-illuminated by the glare of an overhead light. In one corner cowered Grace Platt, staring in fear. He stood, tall and masterful, and looked at the man who stood bound to the wall in the opposite corner. It was Councilman Robert Platt. The two men glared at each other in mutual hatred.
"Well, Mr. Platt, we meet again. It seems the last time the three of us were together, you interrupted me in the middle of some urgent business. By your leave, I think I'll complete that business now." He favored the helpless man with a sly smirk.
"You little hooligan! If you touch a hair on my daughter's head I'll ... I'lll"
"You'... what, Councilman?" Jack jeered. "I don't think you're in a position to do anything but relax and enjoy the show.
Jack strode slowly over to where Grace knelt in the corner. Reaching down, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He slapped her hard across the face.
"Now, you little bitch. You're going to do everything exactly as I tell you to. Do you understand?"
The terrified girl could only nod dumbly.
"Good. We wouldn't want to give your father anything less than an excellent show, would we? Answer me!" He backhanded her roughly.
"N-n-n-no ..." Grace stuttered.
With one clean motion, Jack reached up and tore the girl's blouse open completely from the neck-line down. The tops of her creamy breasts showed above her cotton bra.
"What? A bra? I thought little sluts like you never wore such things." He pulled a switchblade knife from his pocket, opened it, and cut through the fabric with one cut. The garment fell open, revealing the luscious protuberances of her tits. The nipples were the size of half dollars, insolently turned upward. He reached out his hands and cupped her breasts, then squeezed the nipples brutally. The girl let out a gasp of pain. From the corner, Grace's father began to rant and rave obscenely.
Jack turned calmly. "One more outburst such as that," he said, in perfect mimicry of the judge at his trial, "and I'll have to further restrain you with a gag, Mr. Platt." The Councilman shut up, clenching his fists in impotent rage.
Jack turned his attention back to the girl standing in front of him. She looked into his eyes, seeing only cruelty and vengeance. He reached down and tore her skirt from her hips, ripping the fabric. He cast the garment aside, then used his knife to slit the panties from her body. She stood in front of him completely naked.
"Please, Jack," she whimpered. "I didn't want to do it. He made me." She pointed to her father.
"Well, what a touching display of family unity." Jack grinned "But I'm afraid you played your part a little too well, Grace. I don't buy it." He pushed her rudely over to the far wall, where two iron loops were nailed into the cinder blocks about six and a half feet from the floor.
Taking some rope from a coil on the floor, Jack cut two lengths and proceeded to tie the girls wrists, leaving her standing tip-toe, securely bound. He stepped back and picked up a vicious rawhide whip from the floor.
"Oh, no! Please, Jack, no! I'll do anything you want!"
"You'll do anything I want, anyway, cunt!" Jack spat as he cracked the whip against the wall a few times, trying it out. Then he suddenly swung it at the young girl's nude beauty.
Crack! The whip sailed through the air and landed on Grace's pale, round buttocks. When it came away, Jack was satisfied to see a long ugly welt where the whip had made contact. He swung again, and again, until Grace's beautiful ass was criss-crossed with bright red marks. He crossed the room and began to roughly feel the tortured globes with his free hand, pushing and probing, sticking a finger in between them to brutally jab at her puckered asshole. She whimpered and then screamed in affronted agony. Jack smiled, turned, and winked at her father, who had begun to bellow in impotent rage from his corner.
"What's the matter, Councilman. Didn't you ever want to spank your lovely's daughter's butt?"
Jack walked back to the middle of the room and commenced to work the whip up and down the naked girl's back, leaving her entire rear from thighs to shoulder-blades a red mass of tortured flesh. As he worked, he could feel the bulge in his tight pants grow larger and larger as the grotesque scene exited his lust.
Suddenly he walked, over and untied Grace's bonds. She sank to the floor in mute agony.
"That's fine bitch. You're just where I want you." He unbuckled his pants, unzipped them, and let them fall to the ground, stepping out of them. He wore no underwear, and the engorged mass of his cock stuck out like an impaling spear, only inches from Grace's moaning mouth.
"All right, bitch. Suck it!" he commanded.
Grace looked up at him in terror.
"I said suck it!" he shouted, clouting her on the side of the head. "And you'd better make it good, if you know what's good for you!"
Agonizingly, the girl moved her tortured body over to him. Her head was just on a level with his pulsing prick, and she could see the small clear droplet of love juice on the tip. Hesitantly, she took the head in her mouth,
"That's it, cunt," Jack moaned as he felt his throbbing erection engulfed in the warm nest of the girl's mouth. "Now suck it! And you can fondle my balls, too, while you're at it."
Grace was beyond resistance. She reached out her hands and cupped Jack's low-hanging balls in her palms, stroking and caressing them unconsciously.
"MMmmm ... That's good. I'll bet you've had a lot of practice at this. How about it, Councilman," he said, turning to face the white-faced man in the corner. "You don't think I was the first to shag your innocent daughter, do you? I was just the first sap to be unlucky enough to get caught doing it. She's been fucking and sucking with half the guys in town for years!" He turned back to the expert blow job he was receiving from the battered girl at his knees.
Grace closed her eyes, trying to pretend that this wasn't happening to her. But the insistent prodding of the erect cock at the back of her throat forced her to keep her thoughts on the present. She knew that Jack was capable of anything, so she sucked and moved her tongue around the engorged head of his organ, teasing the nerve clump that ran on the underside, gently squeezing his balls as she moved the shaft of his prick in and out of her puckered mouth.
Suddenly, Jack jerked his cock from its warm nesting place. "I think that's enough foreplay for me. I've got other plans for this hard-on."
Grace looked up, uncomprehending, as Jack grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He pulled her across the room to a construction site saw horse, and pushed her over it, head down. Her lovely white tits swung freely from her chest. Her red, tortured ass jutted up, the cheeks slightly spread by her position.
"Say, Councilman," Jack called. "I'll bet you've never seen your daughter's asshole! Well, I haven't either. She always wanted just straight fucking, or to give head. Anything else was 'sick.' Well, where I've been, I've seen a lot of assholes, and been in most of them, too. You know about men in prison, don't you, Councilman? I've developed into quite a connoisseur of assholes. Let's see how Grace's measures up."
He bent over the tortured flesh of Grace's back and pulled her painful buttocks apart roughly. She let out a cry of pain which seemed only to swell Jack's lusting prick even further. He bent closer to inspect the tiny puckered sphincter. He inserted a finger, moving it around. "Hmmm ... Awfully tight. But we'll fix that." he grinned evilly.
"You monster! I'll see you dead for this!"
"Why, Councilman, I hardly think you're in a position to make threats against me."
Jack suddenly lunged forward, plunging the head of his cock into Grace's upturned asshole. The girl shrieked in pain. Jack grinned.
Grace was in agony. Her body felt like it was being torn in two. Her asshole had never been violated, and Jack hadn't even used a lubricant. Slowly, inch by inch, thrust by thrust, he worked his swollen prick up her intestinal canal. He reached forward and down, leaning over her welt-covered back to cup her hanging tits, squeezing the nipples. She groaned; her back was on fire at the touch of his chest.
Jack began to pump in and out of her asshole in rhythm to her suffering moans. His prick was firmly lodged deep within her; his hanging balls swung against the back of her thighs with each hard thrust.
Grace began to feel an odd tingling in her asshole. The nerve endings in her rectum began to send little involuntary messages of pleasure to her brain. Despite the pain and agony of Jack's body thrusting against her tortured buttocks. She began to relax in a warm haze of sexual excitement. She began to gyrate her hips against him, moving backward to meet each thrust of his pulsating cock.
'Well, what do you know! She likes it!' Jack was surprised, but delighted. He knew how humiliating this was for the bound father, and the fact that his daughter was enjoying this rape, reveling in the slow ass-fucking, made his satisfaction It revenge even sweeter.
Jack quickened his tempo as he felt a surge in his balls that told him he was near his climax. In and out, in and out of her asshole he plunged his raging prick. Suddenly he couldn't control his lust any longer.
Grace could feel the mad humping. She knew that Jack as about to come, and redoubled the pace of her own gyrations to try to reach a climax before he was finished. She felt a series of hot flashes over her entire body, and reached a hot, savage peak of lust just as she felt Jack's cock erupt, spewing stream after stream of hot jism into her violated asshole.
Jack moved back from the sweating, abused girl slung over the saw horse and stroked his slowly subsiding prick fondly.
Jack now turned his attention to the figure of Grace's father, standing with clenched fists where he was tied in the corner.
"Well, Councilman, that's quite a hot little number you've got there, eh? Bet you didn't know what a piece she was. I've done you a favor. And I'll tell you what. I'm going to do you one more!"
He walked over to the outraged father and suddenly reached down and grabbed his crotch. The Councilman gasped in rage and pulled his hips back. But it was too late. He had a hard-on from watching his own daughter abused and raped. As he hung his head down to his chest, tears of shame welled from his closed eyes.
"Oh, don't feel too bad, Pops. Every father has a secret desire to make it with his own daughter. And you're going to get the chance to do it!"
Piatt glanced up. Hatred filled his eyes. "You little piece of shit!" He spat.
"Why, Councilman. Such language! And in front of an impressionable young girl as well! I'm shocked."
He walked back over to where Grace lay, still bent over the saw horse, quivering and shaking. He pulled her to her feet and dragged the benumbed victim across the floor to stand in front of her father. Father and daughter averted their eyes. Jack laughed cruelly and pushed Grace to her knees in front of her humiliated sire.
Grace stared dumbly at the bulge in her father's suit pants. Surely not ... Not with her own father!
"All right, bitch. You give such good head that I can't keep it all to myself. I think our distinguished statesman here deserves a little of your lovin' too. Take down his pants!"
Thoroughly cowed, Grace obeyed. She unbuckled her father's belt, unzipped his fly, and let his pants drop in a crumpled mass at his ankles above the ropes that bound him in his upright position.
"And the underwear."
Grace obediently pulled down her father's boxer shorts. She was staring straight at the swollen head of her own father's cock. She could see the bright blue of the distended veins along the side of the shaft. His cock was pulsing, throbbing right at her.
Robert Platt was thoroughly humiliated. He couldn't even control his own erection. This monster was going to force his own daughter to commit an act of incest with him, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it!
Jack dealt a stinging blow to Grace's head. "Suck it! Lick it! You bitch would you suck it! You know you'll enjoy it. Don't hold back."
"Suck it, bitch! Give your father some head! And make it as good as you did for me!"
Grace craned her neck forward and enveloped the head of her father's prick with her warm moist mouth. She slowly sucked the shaft until the bulbous head was firmly lodged at the back of her throat.
Robert Platt moaned. He couldn't control himself. Even the knowledge that it was his own daughter who was so expertly sucking him off couldn't keep him from moaning in exquisite pleasure. The sensation was indescribable. He could feel Grace's tongue as it lapped along the shaft of his throbbing cock, caressing the nerve fibers under the head, and repeating the route all over again. The sucking on his prick was driving him mad. Suddenly a chill of ecstasy went through his body as he felt Grace's soft, warm hands cup and caress his balls, moving up and down the inside of his thighs, reaching again to the sack, lovingly working his passion up to fever pitch.
It was too much! Jack sat down on the saw horse and watched as father and daughter lost themselves in the ritual of oral love. If only he had a camera! He reached down and started to jerk his own stiffening organ, watching avidly as Platt's gross, thick prick worked its way in and out of Grace's moist mouth.
Piatt could feel the churning in his balls start to reach a peak. His cock slid in and out of Grace's sucking mouth, over her pursed lips, picking up tempo until his hips were a blur of sexual activity. Grace sensed the coming orgasm and sucked even harder. Her own pussy was itching beginning to drip. Suddenly the Councilman exploded, shooting rivers of hot, sticky come into his daughter's waiting mouth. It filled her mouth, dripping down her throat, dribbling out of the side of her lips onto the creamy flesh of her quivering tits. As Platt relaxed his body, held up only by the ropes that bound him to the wall, his lovely daughter sank into a heap at his feet.
But not for long. Jack strode over to the whimpering girl, still stroking his now rock-hard cock, and threw her over onto her back at her father's feet. Roughly throwing her legs apart, he mounted her, shoving his thrusting prick into her sopping cunt. He humped wildly, twisting and tweaking her nipples with his fingers as he came into her, shooting a steady stream of white come into the recesses of her body. He collapsed onto the thoroughly humiliated girl's body, and the three of them remained in position. They made a strange tableau, the respectable politician, his pants and underwear at his ankles, slumped in his bonds, still wearing his suit coat and tie. At his feet, the tangled mass of his naked daughter and her pantsless rapist, heaving in exhausted sighs, slickly sweaty.
After a few moments, Jack arose and began to dress. After he had put on his boots and socks, he walked over and rudely pulled the girl to her feet. Holding her up, he tied her to the same rings in the wall that held her father, so that the two of them were bound in obscene propinquity, her breasts pressed against the older man's shirt front, the Councilman's limp prick hanging between his daughter's come-dripping thighs.
"OK, folks. I guess that's it. I'll call the papers in a few hours, after I'm across the state line, and let them know where you are. Won't that be a scene? Why, Councilman, you might even make the front pages of the national press! What a break for an up and coming politician!" He chortled obscenely and left his victims in their bound humility. As the fantasy scene ended, Jack Rivers felt his balls churning as he lay on the bunk of his cell, and, as his mind was filled with the image of Grace and her father bound together in nude obscenity, his stroking hand brought forth a geyser of hot come from his throbbing organ to shoot up in the air and land all over his chest and stomach.
He lay for a moment, drained, full of the satisfaction he felt at the visualization of the torment of the Platt's, then groped for the towel by his cot and wiped the come from his body. He stood and began to dress. It was time for the meeting!
CHAPTER THREE
Barbara Lassnow moaned softly in the back of her throat as she felt a warm tongue lapping gently at her erect nipples. She looked up at the stars from the blanket upon which she lay with her boyfriend, Joe, and drifted through space as he expertly made love to her. His questing lips moved down her body, over her down-covered belly, and lingered in the dark muff of her pubic mound. His head dipped, and Barbara moaned at the first contact between his tongue and the tender outer lips of her pouting pussy.
Barbara was sixteen, but she'd already been sexually active for two years, the last year and a half with Joe, the quarterback of the school football team. He was a wonderful lover, and they spent as many evenings fucking as they could possibly arrange.
She sighed in ecstasy as Joe flicked his tongue through her portal of pleasure and licked upward, lingering on her swollen clit. She opened her eyes to see the thrusting monster of Joe's prick hanging over her mouth, the sack of his balls dangling down along the underside of the shaft. She reached up and gently stoked the organ before pulling Joe's torso down and encircling the purple swollen head with her rose-red lips. She could feel a redoubling of Joe's wild sucking and lapping at her pussy as she began to gently suck at his prick. They seemed to suck for an eternity as her mind drifted up in the clouds. Suddenly Joe moved his face from her dripping snatch and reversed his body. He kissed her lingeringly on the lips, entwining their tongues together. She could taste the musky flavor of her pussy juices, just as he could taste the light saltiness of his first drops of come on her lips.
Slowly, he moved to mount her, intruding his muscle of love into her cunt slowly, inch by inch until she was stuffed to the womb.
"MMMMmmmmm ..." she moaned, as he began a slow circular thrusting in and out of her cunt. She rotated her hips to match his movement, feeling a little thrill each time the top of the shaft met the throbbing swelling of her tender clit.
Joe moaned into her ear. "Oh, Babs, you are the greatest." His hands were under her creamy buttocks, clenching, driving her groin up against his.
Barbara was in heaven. Joe moved one hand up to push its way between their heaving chests, squashing her breast against her rib cage as he squeezed the tender nipple, driving her to new heights of excitement. His mouth found hers again, and their tongues danced the universal boogie of love. She reached down between them to cup his balls on either side of his prick, feeling the silky friction as his cock rubbed against the flats of her hands each time it thrust in and out of her wet pussy.
Joe pulled both of his hands from her body, and began to lightly trace a pattern up and down her flanks, lingering on the out-thrust curves of her tits where they swelled out from his confining chest. He could feel his balls beginning to ache, feel the pressure on his cock that meant he was about to reach his climax. Gasping and panting, his hips moving wildly, he thrust in and out of Barbara's tender cunt with savage abandon. At the same time, she could feel heat waves all over her body. Her nipples felt so erect she feared they might explode in her passion. Love juices flowed in rivulets down her vagina to lubricate even more the luscious lips of her stuffed box. She bucked against her lover wildly, feeling the head of his cock as it moved in, then out of her cunt, almost pulling out, stimulating her swollen clit even more with each deep thrust. She moaned aloud.
It was coming now. Joe moved ever faster. He couldn't wait any longer.
Barbara moaned aloud. "Oh ... Joe ... It's so good ... Don't ever stop ... Oh, Joe ... MMMMMmmmmmmm ... "
Suddenly Joe erupted in a mad burst of motion. His torso slapped into hers wildly and noisily as a cry of bestial passion burst from his throat. Simultaneously, Barbara began to thrash wantonly under him, emitting little gasps and whines, snorting air through her nostrils as the full heat and sensation of her tumultuous climax hit her, driving the air from her lungs, leaving her an exhausted, sweat-covered beast of sated passion and lust.
Afterwards, they lay beside one another, smoking.
"Oh, lover, you were wonderful ... " Barbara snuggled up under his armpit.
"Always am, Babe. Comes from keepin' in trainin'."
"Oohh ... That's right. I have to get home soon. I'm in training too, you know."
"What, for that girls' softball? What kind of training is that?"
"It's just as strict as yours," she retorted as she stuffed the large white orbs of her rose-tipped breasts back into her bra and put on her sweater. As Joe watched the creamy softness of her butt disappear into her tight jeans, he realized that she was serious. He'd get no more nooky tonight. Wearily, he began to put on his clothes as well.
"And, besides, smarty, we're going to play a boys' team next week."
"What kind of boys' team?"
"Well, it's a sort of a pre season exhibition game that the mayor arranged. We're going to play a team from the Lacrosse Reformatory."
"What! Where are you going to play?"
"At the reformatory, of course."
"But that's a really rough joint, Babs. They've got killers and rapists and God knows what else penned in there. I don't like it."
"Oh, it'll be perfectly safe. Besides, those poor boys deserve a little thrill once in a while. After all, they don't have the same outlets that you do." She leered at him lasciviously.
"Well, I'm still worried. Who knows what some of those punks might get into their heads once they see that pretty little rear of yours up on the pitcher's mound?"
"It doesn't matter what they get into their heads. Only you'll ever get that pretty little rear in your hands." She leaned over and gave him a lingering kiss on the mouth as she snaked her hand into his still open jeans and caressed his limp prick. He moaned in surprise and pleasure.
Leaning down, she pulled the slowly stiffening organ from his pants and engulfed it in her mouth. Sucking, she soon had a raving hard-on gagging her, pressing into the back of her throat. She sucked and ran her tongue around the head until Joe thought he would pass out from sheer pleasure. He held back, reaching out to feel the globes of her tits through the material of her sweater and bra. He gasped as she put on a show of suction power to rival a vacuum cleaner.
Barbara could feel the strong pulsing in his prick that meant he was about to come. She sucked frenziedly, lovingly at the distended organ that swelled her cheeks and stuffed her throat. Suddenly it was upon him. With a wild groan of animal lust, he exploded in her mouth. She almost choked as spurt after spurt of hot, white, salty come flooded her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips, torturing him with further licks to the head of his erupting cock. She cupped her hands under her chin to catch the overflow and, after he had finished, she lapped up the little puddle of come from her palms with glee.
"There, lover, how was that?" She grinned at him playfully.
"Always the best, baby. You're always the best. But I still wish you wouldn't go to that prison game. I'm worried. Couldn't you pretend to be sick or something? You've got a relief pitcher, don't you?"
"Little Carlotta? She doesn't have the power to play against men. Besides, I'm kind of looking forward to seeing the inside of a real prison. There are going to be all kinds of important people there. Miss Peterson said the Governor might even show up. They're making a special meal for us in the dining hall. We're going to have a special table all to ourselves with the visitors, but the prisoners are going to get the same meal at their tables. Isn't that nice for them?"
"I still don't like it."
"Oh, pooh! You're just jealous. What could possibly happen to us with the mayor and all those important people there?"
At that very moment, in a corner of the dining hall at the Lacrosse Boys' Reformatory, there was a meeting in progress of the Committee of Twelve, chaired by Jack Rivers. Strangely enough, they were discussing the answer to Barbara's question. Had she been privy to their conservation, she might have been a little more prudent in heeding her boyfriend's advice.
CHAPTER FOUR
The common. They were all leaders in Jack Rivers' black market and extortion ring, and they were all members of the Reformatory Softball team. They ranged from Jesus Ortega, at fourteen the youngest member of the cabal, to Ron Lonnigan, twenty-four. Lonnigan should really have been transferred to the penitentiary upon reaching twenty-one years of age, but a hefty bribe to the reformatory records clerk had served to have his papers doctored. Officially he was now nineteen. Jack Rivers couldn't afford to lose Lonnigan. A hulking moronic giant, Ron was Jack's right hand, an enthusiastic enforcer who saw to it that the gang's plans were not foiled or betrayed by anyone.
The young thugs were gathered around a table in a dark corner of the reformatory dining hall. On the table sat a bottle of whiskey, a dozen glasses, and a plate of cold cuts stolen from the kitchen. The rest of the inmates had been in lockup long before, but such trivial regulations were beneath the notice of Jack Rivers and his crew.
The twelve were discussing their strategy for the day of the softball game. Unfortunately for Dahlia Peterson and her squad, their strategy had very little to do with the great American pastime. Suddenly there came a light tapping at the dining hall door. Putting his finger to his lips, Jack rose and stealthily walked to the iron door and opened it a crack, admitting light from the corridor outside.
"It's all right, fellows," Jack whispered, turning with a grin. "It's our favorite screw. He's brought some company!"
He opened the door wide to admit Kenny Bursk. Bursk was a tall, burly man of forty-five or so. He was captain of the night guard, and probably the meanest correctional officer in the institution. He'd been known to club inmates into unconsciousness for merely neglecting to greet him by name in the corridors. He was also deeply enmeshed in the web of corruption that Jack Rivers had spun throughout the reformatory.
Following the hefty guard officer were two women, both well known to the group around the table. The Shirley sisters were the most notorious hookers in the city. They were regular visitors to the Committee of Twelve meetings. Although both were well past their primes, they were the only prostitutes in town who would submit to the depraved lusts of these young men who had been for so long deprived, of the company of normal women. They stepped in front of Bursk and walked over to the stage where the prison officers normally ate, lying down on the mattresses placed there for their use.
Jack grinned as he handed Bursk a folded twenty dollar bill. "Okay, Kenny. Now you can go buy some vaseline and a new pair of boots for your old lady."
Bursk seethed as he took the money. It was galling for him to have to cater to this young pup and his no good companions, and one day he'd see that Jack got what he deserved. But right now he needed the money more than his self-respect.
Jack turned to his cohorts as he closed the door behind the burly guard. He grinned. "Gentlemen, I declare the regular business of this meeting at an end. Has the entertainment chairman a report to make.
Ron Lonnigan rose slowly.
"Yeah, boss. I got all the stuff you wanted. It wasn't easy. I almost had to bust a few heads to get the guys to pick it up in town."
One of the gang's regular sources for the illicit supplies was the team of trustee couriers who made regular supply runs into the city for the warden. They were afraid of being caught, but more afraid of crossing the psychopathic Lonnigan.
"Excellent, Ron. Let's have it."
Lonnigan placed a cardboard box on the table, and the group gathered around to peer inside.
Jack turned to the Shirley sisters. "Girls, could you step over here a moment?" He could never remember which was which. No one could.
The two hookers looked at one another. What was going on? Usually this call was a simple half dozen quick couplings on the mattresses. What did these young thugs have in mind for tonight?
"Girls, we have a surprise for you tonight," Jack said as the two whores faced him. "The boys and I are planning to do some entertaining next week, and we want you to try out the party favors. To see if our guests will enjoy them," he added.
The girls smiled. "Oh, we love parties," they chanted in unison. "We'll be glad to help you out!"
"Good, good. Now, why don't you two strip down to your skivvies while I check out the favors and decide which ones we'll try out on you first."
As the girls began to disrobe, Jack began to rummage around in the box on the table, mumbling to himself. He stood erect and smiled at Lonnigan. "You've done splendidly, Ron. Now girls, if you'll just step over here a moment?"
As the girls approached the table, they were grabbed from behind by members of the gang, who forced their hands out in front of them. Jack quickly slipped a pair of handcuffs on each.
"Hey, what is this?"
"Now, ladies, this is our surprise. Don't spoil it. Reaching into the box again, he extracted a pair of rubber gags with tongue blocks on the bottoms and placed them around each girl's face. Suddenly fear showed in the blowsy hookers' faces. They mumbled into the gags, emitting incomprehensible sounds.
"That's all right, girls. We just don't want you making any noise. We wouldn't want to rouse the place and get our good friend Kenny in trouble now, would we?"
His followers dragged the now terrified girls with them as they followed their leader across the dining hall to a small wire mesh cage against the far wall. Lonnigan brought along the box.
The cage was used for the feeding of problem inmates. Jack grinned as he watched his followers tie the girls' handcuffs to the wire mesh, leaving them standing with their arms outstretched above their heads. He gestured, and two of the gang tied the girls' legs to the wire mesh, spread far apart.
"Now, what a fetching sight you make," Jack leered.
The whores squirmed and writhed against the mesh and their cruel bonds. It was fruitless.
Jack strolled over to the Shirley sister on the right. He grabbed her hair and yanked backward viciously, forcing her to look into his deep black eyes.
"Now, then. As I recall, you like to get it in the ass, don't you. The terrified girl squirmed in horror as Jack yanked her head up and down in a mocking imitation of assent.
"Well, I think we can accommodate you there. But you see, my boys get quite enough ass fucking in the normal course of things. We've got a little surprise for you, though."
Jack reached out his hand, and Lonnigan handed him a long, thin metal rod with a red button on the end. Jack waved it in front of the girl's face as he viciously ripped her panties from her body with his free hand.
"Do you know what this is?" Jack crooned.
The shaken hooker could only stare dumbly.
"Well, let me demonstrate. He pressed the tip of the rod to the whore's cheek and lightly thumbed the button on the end. She choked into her gag and writhed in pain as an electric shock coursed through her bound body.
"That's right. I think she's got it!" he exclaimed, turning to his leering cohorts.
He looked back into his frightened victims eyes. "That's right. This is a cattle prod. Ranchers use it to get tired old cows to move where they want them. I'm going to use it to get your tired old ass to move the way I want it."
The girl began to moan lowly into her gag, beseeching the young criminal with her eyes to spare her the agony he planned. Jack was unmoved. Stepping behind her, he gestured to two members of his gang. They moved forward and pulled the girl's hips as far from the mesh as her bound hands and feet would allow and held her there, her body forming a wide vee with her round ass at the bottom, pointing away from the cage.
Jack leaned down and spread the cheeks of the girl's ample ass. Curiously, he inserted a finger into her puckering asshole, wriggling it around.
"Pretty loose," he commented. "Must've had a lot of use."
The gang let out a gale of raucous laughter.
Jack slowly introduced the cattle prod into the girl's anus. She began to struggle as she felt the cold metal shaft move further and further up her intestinal canal. The gang members holding her hips tightened their grips.
At last Jack had inserted the prod a good eight inches into the girl's tender bumhole. He signaled his boys to let go of her.
The girl shrieked a muffled cry into her gag as she fell back against the wire mesh, feeling the rigid prod push up against her vitals.
"I don't think we'll need to hold her now," Jack said. "Once I get this thing going, she'll back off on her own."
Jack thumbed the prod's control button lightly. As the first jolt of electricity, the mildest possible, began to radiate through the tender tissues of the girl's intestines, she jerked her torso away from the mesh, forming perfectly on her own the arched position in which the gang had previously been holding her. Her body shook in pain as spasm after spasm shook her frame from the agony of electric shock.
Jack took his finger from the button and approached his victim. "Did you enjoy that, my dear?" He gave her head another vicious yank. "She enjoyed it!" he exclaimed to his grinning followers. "Well, I think we can arrange more of the same. Moving behind her again, he grabbed the handle of the prod from where it drooped from the girl's tortured ass and cruelly pushed the red button as far down as it would go.
The results were spectacular. Even the rubber gag couldn't completely obscure the girl's scream of pain and agony. Her back arched out from the mesh again' as the high voltage ripped through her tender frame. She writhed and gyrated in a futile attempt to escape the torture of the prod. As Jack removed his finger from the stud, she collapsed against the mesh, her eyes rolled up in her head, and she lost consciousness.
Jack signaled to his followers to cut her down. She slumped to the dirty floor of the dining hall, her body drenched with sweat. Jesus Ortega went to the kitchen and returned a bucket of water, which he threw over the girl's supine body. Groaning through her gag, she began to come around.
Jack knelt close to her face as awareness began to flood back into her eyes. She moaned in terror and pain as she saw the features of her tormentor only inches from her face.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? I'll bet you'll enjoy what my boys are going to do with you even more now that your asshole is a little more liberated. He gestured to his gang, and they dragged the girl's tortured body back to the stage. Jack watched for a moment as Ron Lonnigan produced a key and unlocked her handcuffs. Rolling her over on her back, he pulled his long skinny prick from his prison denims and cruelly plunged it into the depths of the girl's asshole. She screamed into her gag, agonized at this abuse of her asshole so soon after being tortured with the cattle prod. But Lonnigan paid no attention; her moaning and writhing seemed only to turn him on more as he began the motions of fucking.
Jack smiled as he turned away from Lonnigan's frenzied fucking on the stage. Five more of his gang were grouped around the couple, awaiting their turns. The other five remained with Jack as he turned to the quivering figure of the other Shirley sister, still tied to the wire mesh cage. She looked over her shoulder as Jack approached, whimpering in fear as she thought of the scene she had just witnessed. What could these fiends possibly have in store for her after what they had done to her sister?
"Well, my dear," Jack said as he approached her. "I'm afraid that I let my impatience get the better of me just then. I'd intended to leave the prod for the piece de resistance of this evening, but the temptation to try it out was too much for me. I'm afraid that the toy we have in store for you is going to seem tame by comparison. But I think you'll find it interesting, anyway."
Stepping back he began to rummage in the box. Finding what he was looking for, he stepped back up to the cage and ripped the strap of the girl's bra. It clung to the mesh, held in place by her heavy breasts. At Jack's signal, two of his five followers grabbed her hips and pulled her body away from the cage as they had done with her sister.
"That was a pretty drab bra you were wearing. I think you'll find this one much more interesting. He held up a leather bra to her face, then inverted the cups with his thumbs. The insides of the cups were covered with small metal studs, just barely coming to points.
"Yes, I think this will look absolutely fetching on you."
The girl widened her eyes in terror as the significance of the bra cups came home to her. She moaned into her gag.
Jack reached around her and placed the cups around her full tits, then fastened the strap around her back. He motioned to his followers to let her go. Her breasts hit the wire mesh, forcing the points on the studs in the cups into the tender flesh. It was only the beginning.
Jack reached into the box again and extracted a light leather riding crop. It would leave welts, cause pain, but leave no lasting marks. He hefted it in his hand as the terrified girl eyed him over her shoulder. Suddenly he swung hard at her panty-clad bottom. She jerked her body up in reaction to the cruel blow, forcing her tits into the cups of the leather bra with great force. Her head went back, the neck muscles straining as the gag stifled her cry of agony at the pain of the pointed metal studs pushing into her tender tits.
"Excellent," Jack said. "But perhaps not quite enough. He stepped forward and ripped off her panties. Reaching into the box again, he extracted an enormous dildo. Coating it with vaseline from the box, he shoved it up her asshole in one quick motion. The girl writhed against the mesh in pain at this sudden violation of her tender orifice.
"Yes, I think that's better," Jack said cheerfully, and stepped back again.
Raising the crop, he struck again at the girl's naked buttocks, hearing a satisfying thwack as the crop struck the protruding end of the dildo. The reaction from the girl was immediate. She was in abject agony as her tits were abused by the metal points in the bra cups. At the same time, her gyrations of pain caused the huge dildo in her ass to press up and down against the tender membranes of her rectum, causing excruciating agony.
Jack began to beat the girl with a regular rhythm, running the crop up and down her buttocks until both fleshy globes bore a pattern of red welts from the beating. Feeling himself tire, he handed the crop to another member of the gang, who took up where he had left off. Free, Jack pulled his swollen cock from his levis and began to massage it up and down. He could see by the telltale bulges in their pants, that the other members of his gang were as turned on at the spectacle of the tortured, bound hooker as he was. Good. A good leader must always keep his followers entertained!
Finally Jack signaled a halt to the beating. Two of his gang busied themselves in untying the girl's feet and freeing her hands.
When she was free, and lying on the floor, moaning through her gag, Jack knelt by her side and looked into her eyes.
"Now, I'm going to remove this gag. You're not going to be a foolish girl and try to run, or scream, or anything like that, are you?"
The terrified girl shook her head.
Jack unfastened the gag from the back of her neck and almost tenderly massaged the red spot where it had bound her. Kneeling next to her, his swollen cock, protruding from his jeans, just touched the top of her head. He grinned. He pulled her to her feet as he stood, then forced her down into a kneeling position in front of him.
"All right, lady. It's time for you to do something."
Without his having, to say anything further, the abused hooker took his pulsing prick into her mouth and began to suck greedily. At least here was something she had been prepared for.
As Jack began to enjoy the warm sucking lips around his prick, he glanced over to the stage. Little Jesus Ortega was fucking the other sister, who was on her back now. Jack could see Jesus' prick and balls as they worked up and down on the girl's crotch, their feet facing the tableau by the cage. Another gang member had his throbbing prick stuck into the hapless girl's mouth, pumping furiously as their victim writhed and moaned on the ground, still in pain from the terrific shock to her asshole. The turn-on of watching his friends take their pleasure so enthusiastically brought Jack to a quick climax, and he flooded the hooker's mouth with hot come. He pulled out of her mouth and reached down to give each of her bound tits a cruel tweak. She gasped and moaned in pain. As Jack stepped over to the table and poured himself a healthy shot of whiskey, another of his band stepped forward to take his place at the tortured whore's mouth.
Later, after the girls had been handsomely paid and allowed to walk stiffly from the room, accompanied by Kenny Bursk, Jack sat alone at the dining hall table, sipping whiskey, deep in thought. The two hookers wouldn't say anything. They knew what would happen to them if they did. What concerned Jack now was the final planning for the next week's softball game. So, as the other members of the Committee of Twelve prepared for the drugged sleep of the sexually sated, their leader sat over a piece of paper in the deserted dining hall and prepared the proclamation which was to electrify the state and the nation.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kenny Bursk scowled as he unlocked the front door of his modest five room house. It was eight-thirty of the morning following the sadistic orgy in the dining hall. He'd escorted the two hookers to the front gate, and noticed the wincing as they walked. What had those little bastards done to them, he had wondered as he accepted ten dollars from each of them for his procuring services. They'd told him that they wouldn't come back anymore, and this pissed the guard off. Now he'd have to find some more talent for the Rivers gang, and that wouldn't be easy.
"Edie!" he called as he walked into the living room. His wife called back from the upstairs. "Be right down, dear."
Bursk walked into the kitchen, smelling the savory aroma of his dinner in the oven. He opened the 'fridge and took out a can of beer.
Returning to the living room, he sat down and reached forward to turn on the television. A children's cartoon show came on. That was the trouble with working this night trick. He never got to watch any of the good shows. He leaned back, sipping his beer and idly eyeing the antics of the animated figures on the screen. His thoughts wandered back to the events of the night just past. That Rivers punk and his buddies had been getting awfully cocky lately. Bursk had the gut feeling that they were up to something, and probably no good at that. Well, he just hoped they'd try it on his shift. He'd show them a thing or two! He'd wanted to get his hands on that Rivers kid ever since the first day he'd arrived at the reformatory. If the punk didn't have all the rackets in the joint sewn up, Bursk would have backed another contender long before and had his way with Rivers down in the hole, where none of his buddies could see what was going on. But the kid was smart; you had to give him that. He'd cleverly and ruthlessly eliminated every inmate who even seemed to be making a play for his power. None had measured up to him.
Kenny put thoughts of the reformatory aside for the time being as his wife, Edie, came walking down the stairs from the bedroom.
"Hello, dear. Hungry?"
"You bet." He slugged down the rest of his beer and headed for the kitchen. His wife followed, and began setting the table for her man. In a few moments he had a steaming platter of roast beef and gravy, mashed potatoes, and vegetables in front of him, with another can of beer to wash them down with.
"Eat hearty, dear," Edie said. "I need my man good and strong this morning."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Well, I took a little trip downtown yesterday afternoon. I picked up a little surprise for you." She looked into his eyes with a mischievous and meaningful stare.
Bursk began to wolf down his food. A surprise! His little lady never ceased to amaze him. He couldn't wait to see what it was.
As he gulped down the last of his dinner and swallowed the dregs of his can of beer, Edie looked at him across the table with hooded eyes.
"Ready for bed, dear?"
"You bet. baby!"
"All right," she said, rising from the table. The loose housecoat she wore failed to hide the lush curves of her figure. "Now you just wait right here until I call you. I've got to fix up your surprise before you come up."
"Yes, dear," Bursk replied with an unaccustomed submissiveness in his tone. He followed his wife's swaying buttocks as far as the living room where he sank back down into his chair and focused his attention back on the cartoon show, impatiently awaiting his wife's call. It was about ten minutes later that he heard Edie's voice from the top of the stairs. "Kenneth! Come here at once!" Her tone was stentorian and commanding.
Kenny lumbered to his feet. "Yes, dear," he called as he moved his heavy frame toward the stair. He gasped as he looked up at his wife at the head of the stairs, looking imperiously down at him.
Edie Bursk was in leather from head to toe. Her full lush breasts were bound in a tight leather bra from which the nipples protruded through holes in the tips of the cups.
Bursk got red in anticipation as he waited for his wife's command. His eyes ran over her feverishly now. He was hoping she'd be wearing crotchless black silk panties. She wore a leather garter belt, holding up thigh high black hose. She wore tight black leather boots laced up to mid-thigh. Around her neck was fastened a tight leather collar with projecting steel spikes a half an inch in length.
Bursk gaped at his beautiful wife as he started up the stairs.
"Halt, slave!" she barked.
He stopped in his tracks.
"Did I tell you to walk? When you approach me, you will do so in a respectful manner. On your knees! Crawl!"
As Kenny dutifully sank to his knees and continued up the stairs clumsily, he could feel the blood rushing to his excited cock. So this was the surprise his wife had promised at dinner. What a woman! So commanding and powerful. If only that punk Rivers knew how close his little cracks about Kenny's sex life were to the truth!
As Bursk reached the top of the stairs, Edie took a hand from behind her back and fastened a leather collar on a leash around his thick, muscular neck. With a cruel tug, she pulled him after her into the bedroom. There she halted and turned on her husband where he knelt on all fours, leashed, looking at her with adoring eyes.
"Take off that uniform. I'm in control here. Take it off, I say!"
Humbly, without getting up, Kenny squatted back on his legs and began to remove his uniform shirt. His wife looked on approvingly. As he struggled out of his pants, she hooked the leash over a post of the bed and walked to her dresser. When she returned, he was squatting naked on the rug, gently manipulating his erect prick.
"Why, you swine! Did I tell you that you could give yourself pleasure?"
"No, Master," he whispered in a subdued voice as he took his hands from his throbbing cock.
"That's better. But I think you need a lesson in self discipline. It's lucky I happen to have this excellent training device here."
It was a strange contrivance that Edie held out to her husband. Constructed of black leather, it resembled a jock-strap, except that the cup, rather than being flexible to accommodate a limp set of balls and a cock, was instead a long shaft of rigid leather, designed to hold an erect organ. There was an opening at the end just large enough for the tip of a penis to peek through, but sewn into the leather at the ends were a series of long metal barbs, curving inward over the opening. Anyone wearing this device and attempting to stimulate himself would only succeed in cutting his hands.
"Lie on your back, dog!" Edie commanded.
He obeyed, his excitement rising by the moment. It was always a treat when Edie went shopping in the sex shops downtown, and always made for an exciting evening of his favorite sort of sex.
Kneeling, Bursk's leather-clad mistress lifted his heavy, hairy legs and slipped the leather cock strap on, pushing it up his thighs and forcing the straps over his muscular buttocks. Unlike a regular jock-strap, which has two straps, one for each side of the ass, this device had three straps, one of which went right up the crack between Kenny's buttocks. He grimaced as she pushed in on this strap, suddenly realizing that he hadn't noticed before that this strap had affixed to it a three inch rubber plug, which Edie shoved rudely up his asshole. She raised the cock sack and pulled the stiff leather over his cock. Only then did he realize that there was no space in the shaft for his balls. There was rather a tight leather band which flattened his scrotum against his crotch, forcing his balls up into his body painfully.
"Now I think we're ready for some entertainment," Edie said with a smile as she stepped back to examine her handiwork. Kenny was sprawled on the floor, naked save for the leather device around his crotch and the collar around his neck. The tip of his erection peeked out from the hole in the end of the leather shaft, falling just short of touching the tips of the metal barbs above it. As she leered at her husband, she could see the surging of blood in the bulbous head of his cock as his excitement grew.
"Stand up, slave," she commanded.
He obeyed, feeling the dull pain as the plug in his ass shifted position.
"Now, follow me," she said curtly and began to sashay toward the bathroom door. Kenny followed slowly behind her, his eyes glued to the shapely globes of her rotating buttocks as they were exposed at the bottom of the crotchless panties and framed by the leather garter belt. His excitement grew by leaps and bounds as they entered the bathroom.
"Lie down in the tub," she ordered imperiously, pointing to the large porcelain fixture.
Kenny's excitement continued to grow as he stepped into the tub and lay face up on the bottom. He knew what was coming, and his cock throbbed in anticipation.
As soon as her husband had assumed his position in the tub, Edie stepped in and squatted above his face, her legs straddling his upper torso.
From his position below her, Kenny could see the spread outer lips of her delectable pussy, glimpse the tender inner lips, even see the tip of her distended clit as it peeked out from under her pubic mound. Further back he could see the tiny puckering muscle of her tight asshole, could almost count the small, delicate hairs that surrounded it. As he lay there waiting, he could feel the sensual presence of the plug in his asshole, revel in the ache of his balls as they were strapped tightly to his body, and feel his pulsating cock's shaft as it struggled against the leather sheath that constrained it. Looking down, it seemed to him that the purple head was even closer to the sharp metal barbs that ringed the tip of the sheath.
Kenny shut his eyes as suddenly a shower of shimmering urine began to jet from his wife's naked crotch. He gasped and averted his head in involuntary motion.
"When I give you a gift, slave, you accept it!" Edie shouted as she struck down with closed fist on the leather strap that bound his balls.
Kenny shrieked in agony as his tender balls flared up in pain. But he obediently opened his mouth and began to lap excitedly at the unabated stream of piss that was issuing from between his wife's legs.
Edie looked down approvingly at her husband as he lapped up every drop of her golden discharge. Piss ran off his face into the bathtub beneath him, rolling down the porcelain to the drain. As she emptied her bladder, she could see Kenny squirming to catch the last few drops as they dripped from her bushy pubic hair.
"That was very good, slave. You may have possibilities after all. But that was only the beginning!"
As Kenny gazed up into his loving wife's crotch, she slowly began to lower herself on her haunches until her hairy crotch was pressed tightly against his face.
"Now you may clean me," she commanded.
Kenny groaned in agony and ecstasy as he snaked his tongue up out of his mouth and began to lap frantically at Edie's pussy. He ran his tongue up and down the outside of her furrowed snatch, licking the last drops of urine from the hairs. Then he turned his attentions inward.
Edie smiled as she felt her submissive lover's tongue begin to insinuate itself into her cunt. She could feel the excitement building as her pussy lips began to exude their sweet love juices. She sighed and wriggled her bottom, pressing her juicy twat even closer against Kenny's face.
Kenny could taste the acid taste of urine mixed with the salty-sweet taste of his wife's pussy juice. He lapped contentedly, moving his tongue from her swollen clit back along the inside of her pussy lips, then continuing to dip his sensitive tongue into her straining asshole. He momentarily abandoned her pussy for that nether orifice. Her sphincter was puckered outward from the strain of squatting low over his face, and it was easy to force his questing tongue deeply into her rear. He savored the musky aroma of her anus for a moment, licking and thrusting his tongue wildly, then trailed his mouth and lips back down to her sopping pussy.
As he continued to lick at her squirming honeypot, Edie could feel the first hot flashes of orgasm running from her inflamed cunt to her brain. Her crotch was on fire. She began to press harder and harder against his mouth, threatening to smother him as she squeezed her lush tits through the leather of her bra, wildly stroking the swollen nipples where they stuck out a good half inch from the holes in the cups. Suddenly she gave out a shriek of passion, moving her hips in wanton abandon against the face of her lover, then fell backwards, resting against the wall of the bath cubicle as Kenny complacently licked the last vestiges of her orgasm from her quivering pussy.
Edie lay back, spent, pressing her back against the cold tile of the bathroom wall, her pussy still glued by her full weight to her lover's face. He breathed with difficulty, his nose jammed into the crack of her ass, inhaling the heady stench of her asshole.
Suddenly, Edie stood and stepped out of the bath. She surveyed the figure of her husband as he lay in the tub. His face was sopping wet, covered with a slimy mixture of love juice and urine. He was gasping for breath. His hands had involuntarily moved down to clutch at the strap that confined his balls, trying to ease the lingering ache of her closed-fisted punch.
"Dog! Didn't I tell you to keep your hands away from there! Must I find further ways to discipline you?" She raised one high-heeled leather boot over the rim of the tub and brought it down full force in the center of the husband's stomach. He cried out in pain and doubled over in the tub, writhing in the streams of urine which had been trapped under his back as he had eaten his wife's pussy.
"When you've suitably composed yourself, you will come back into the bedroom." She turned on her heel and left the room, pausing only to turn the shower head on full, engulfing her husband in a torrent of steaming hot water. He screamed in renewed agony as clouds of steam began to rise from the cold porcelain tub. Edie smiled to herself and closed the bathroom door behind her.
Kenny staggered to his feet under the shower of scalding water. He reached out and turned the cold tap as far as it would go, heaving a sigh of relief as the refreshing flood of icy liquid began to soothe the pain of his abused body. He stood under the shower for a few moments. What was it in him that demanded this abject humiliation? How could he enjoy being tortured like this by the woman he loved. She hadn't been like this when they had married, but as she had learned more and more about her husband's secret aberration, she had come to enjoy playing the dominating slave-mistress more and more, until their lovemaking, such as it was, became a delight to them both.
The husky, virile prison guard staggered from the shower and stood dripping on the bathroom floor. His cock was still throbbing inside its leather jacket. He reached down unconsciously to caress it, and winced in pain as his hand met the pointed leather barbs over his cock head. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking off the blood, and reached for a towel with which to dry himself before walking back into the bedroom to see what further surprises his loving wife had cooked up for him this night.
When Kenny walked stiffly from the bathroom, Edie was waiting for him.
"Take off that contraption!" she commanded, pointing at the leather device around his waist and genitals. "I've got better things for you to do than parade around in that."
Kenny did as he was told. As he slid the straps from around his buttocks and pulled the plug from his asshole, he felt a sensual excitement at his release. As the device slipped down his hairy thighs to fall in a heap on the carpet, he reached down to caress his swollen tortured balls, now released from their leather prison.
"AAAHHhhhhh ..." he sighed in relief.
Edie suddenly lunged at him from where she sat at the vanity and gave him a vicious slap across the face.
"How many times must you be told!" she screamed. "You will touch yourself where I want you to, and only when I want you to. Is that perfectly clear?"
"Yes, Master," he mumbled, staring down at the carpet, affectionately eyeing his swollen throbbing cock as it arched up toward his belly. He could see a clear drop of semen perched over the slit of the head, begging for the release of the flood of come backed up behind it.
Edie saw his lascivious glance. "You shit!" she screamed. "It's my pleasure we're after here! I think you need another lesson in who's boss in this house." She turned her back to him and bent down to the lower drawer of the vanity, exposing her plump buttock and their dark, luscious furrow to his leering gaze.
When she straightened up and turned, she was strapping on a leather device over her garter belt. Kenny recognized it at once, and his cock jerked upward in anticipation.
Edie looked down as she strapped on the device. She could still feel the heat in her pussy from the head her husband had given her. Even now she could feel that burning start to increase again as she thought of the pleasure yet to come.
"Raise your eyes and look at your master, dog!"
Kenny looked up from the carpet and saw the thick, eight inch dildo protruding from his wife's leather bound thighs. He knew what was next.
"Assume your position."
Bursk meekly moved to the bed and knelt at the end, ass up in the air, buttocks flared, his head cradled in his hands. He felt the cool touch of his wife's fingers as she spread lubricant up and down the crack of his ass, then gasped as she thrust first one, then two fingers deep into his asshole, spreading jelly around the sensitive inside walls. Her hand was withdrawn and he waited.
Edie spread lubricant thickly all over the thick, long rubber shaft strapped to her thighs, then knelt behind her husband at the foot of the bed. She just lingered there.
The anticipation grew in Kenny. He knew his wife was kneeling just behind him on the bed. He had felt her as she climbed onto the mattress, could even now feel the heat of his body as she poised behind him for the thrust. It drove him crazy never to know when it was coming, and she knew it.
Suddenly, Edie lunged forward. Kenny gasped in surprise and pain as the huge dildo was forced into the tiny opening of his asshole. His wife began a regular thrusting, in and out, in and out, as the rubber cock was slowly forced to its full length up his ass, inch by inch. As soon as it was fully in, eight inches up his rectum, Edie stopped moving, remained still, perched on the edge of the bed.
Kenny waited for a moment, then, unable to bear more, nudged backwards gently against the dildo.
Edie landed a terrific crack to the side of his ass.
"You scum! You dare to try to make me bow to your desires!"
Without moving the dildo in his ass, the leather-clad Amazon began a rhythmic spanking, swatting first one ass cheek, then the other, eliciting screams of pain from her submissive husband. She reached under his crotch and began to squeeze his cock and balls harshly and painfully. Kenny groaned' and writhed against the pain of her grasp and the stuffed feeling in his asshole.
Suddenly Edie relaxed her grip on his tortured member and began the regular rhythm of buggery, drawing the dildo almost out of his stretched asshole, then pushing it all the way back in with savage lunges.
Kenny could feel excitement mount in his rigid cock as his wife continued to fuck him in the ass with ever mounting vigor. He could feel a telltale churning in his balls as she picked up the rhythm of her fucking.
Edie loved it. Her bloated pussy lips, clenched tight together between her closed legs, seemed to rub against one another in time to the movements of the dildo in and out of her husband's ass. She could tell that he was approaching his orgasm by the fierce' way in which he was bucking up against the lunges of the rubber prick, and redoubled her tempo, feeling the first flashes of her own climax begin to sweep over her.
Kenny was about to come. He reached under him with one hand as he ground his ass against the dildo, and began to violently tug at his throbbing cock. Just as he felt the first streams of come shooting out of the purple, swollen head of his cock, his wife started to pump with incredible speed against his ass, throwing her head back and emitting a savage cry of satisfied lust. As the last of his copious ejaculations fell in spurts to the bedspread beneath his stomach, his wife slowly withdrew the dildo from his asshole and stretched out full length on the bed next to him. Kenny stood up and prepared to go to the bathroom. As he stepped from the bed he was halted by the outraged cry of his wife.
"And just where do you think you're going?" She stood before him, tall and impressive in her leathers, with the glistening dildo still jutting out from her shapely thighs.
"You're not going to mess up my bed like that and just walk away from it. Clean it up! Now!"
Kenny knew what was expected of him. He knelt back down on the bed and began to lick up the pools of his own come from the bedspread.
"Faster, slave!" she commanded. He suddenly felt the sting of a leathery blow on his exposed buttocks. Edie had taken out her whip and was beating his ass mightily as he lapped at the puddles of hot, salty come. Even as he winced from the force of Edie's blows, and tasted the silky taste of his come on the bedspread, he could feel his cock start to swell and rise, aroused again by this new onslaught of stimulating pain.
Edie raised the whip again as she watched large red welts begin to show on her husband's tortured rear. She flicked the whip lightly, just touching the sack of his balls where it hung swinging between his legs. He yelped in pain, so she did it again, catching his hand with the stinging blow as he cradled his abused testicles.
When he had lapped up the last droplets of semen from the bedspread, Edie commanded him to rise and stand in front of her. He stood, like a repentant schoolboy, his rigid prick standing straight out in front of him.
"What! Hard again? This will never do," she exclaimed, rearing back and delivering a light, but stinging blow to the swollen head of his cock with the whip. This time he really screamed and clutched at his agonized cock, hunched over in pain.
"All right, we'll just have to let you have your fun. Come with me.
Edie led her husband by the collar and leash he still wore down to the kitchen. He stood meekly as she emptied a box of dry cereal into a bowl, added milk and sugar, and placed it on the table.
"All right, slave! You want to come? Come in that bowl. Right how!"
Kenny began slowly to masturbate over the bowl on the table, gazing at his wife's swollen nipples where they stuck out from her bra, lowering his glance to the dark bush of her pubic mound where it was exposed by the split in her crotchless panties. She still wore the dildo, and it pointed straight at him from the tops of her thighs, placed at the bottom of her garter belt. He could feel the first stirrings of release in his balls, and suddenly began jerking on his prick with wanton abandon as spurt after spurt of milky hot come burst from his rigid prick and landed in the bowl of cereal.
"All right, slave. That's your dessert. Start eating."
Kenny lifted the spoon she gave him and began to eat the cereal. It tasted sweet, almost like normal, except for the slight salty tang he knew came from his hot load. As he finished the bowl, his wife looked down on him imperiously. He dropped his head to the table, cupping it in his palms in weary satisfaction.
"All right, slave. I trust you've learned a lesson in obedience tonight. You may go upstairs and prepare for bed. I'll join you shortly."
Kenny staggered wearily up the stairs and went through the bedroom to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth and washing his face and hands. Slowly, the sensuality of the morning faded from his mind, and he found himself wondering what sort of deviltry he could expect from the inmates of the reformatory that evening.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, his wife was waiting. She again wore her demure housecoat. She seemed not at all like the dominant Amazon who had just subjected him to such sublime humiliation. Walking up to him, she gave him a matronly peck on the cheek.
"You look tired, dear. Why don't you just lie down and go to sleep. I've got cleaning to do downstairs. I'll wake you in time for breakfast. Remember, you've got to go in early tonight."
"That's right. I almost forgot. God damn that mayor and goofy ideas. A girls' softball team in the joint. And playing that crew of thugs! I think maybe I'm getting too old for this business. When I started the idea was to beat these punks into being good. Now it's just coddle 'em and entertain 'em."
Bursk had been assigned to extra duty for the next week. He had to supervise the inmate details that were to spruce up the reformatory grounds in anticipation of the game with Dahlia Peterson's team. He was also to command the reinforced detail of guards that was to beef up security the day of the game.
Kenny fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, the sleep of the totally sexually exhausted male, still muttering imprecations against his young charges. "God damn thugs ... Ought to horsewhip the lot of 'em ..."
Edie tiptoed to the door, put out the lights, and went downstairs to do her daily chores.
CHAPTER SIX
Rosie rolled over voluptuously in Dahlia Peterson's large queen sized bed. She stretched and reached out for the body of her lover, only to find the space next to her vacant. She looked over, and her eyes confirmed that she was alone in the bed. Just then the bedroom door opened and Dahlia entered carrying a heavily laden tray. She was naked, and her large, full breasts rested on the tray, just behind the eggs and toast, suggesting a fuller breakfast than just food.
"I hope you're hungry, Rosie dear, 'cause I've got enough food here for an army." The gym teacher was smiling broadly.
"Oh, yes, Dahlia. After last night, I'm ready to eat a horse!" Rosie smiled coyly up at her lover. The previous night had been one of unbridled lust for both of them. They had licked and sucked at one another's bodies until the early hours of the dawn, reveling in this first complete night together.
Today was the day of the game at the reformatory, and Rosie had explained that, as captain of the team, she and Miss Peterson would have a lot to talk about, strategy, players' strength and weaknesses, and so on. Since they'd probably be up late, it seemed senseless for Rosie to come home to sleep when Miss Peterson had a perfectly adequate guest room. Her parents had agreed, little suspecting that Dahlia's guest room was also her own bedroom and had only one bed.
Dahlia set the tray down on the night table and leaned over her teenaged lover. She kissed her tenderly on the lips. Rosie, grown bold during the week-long affair, reached up to cup Dahlia's swinging breasts, running her palms over the nipples. Dahlia gasped in surprise and pleasure. The tender buds of her nipples began to perk up as blood flowed into them, keeping pace with her rising excitement.
The breakfast Dahlia had prepared with loving care was forgotten in the wake of the lovers' reawakened lust. Dahlia had gone so long in the city without a lover, protecting her beloved job. Rosie had never before tasted the pleasures of the flesh. Neither of them seemed able to get enough of the other's lush body.
Dahlia sank to the bed, sprawled alongside the younger girl. Her kiss changed from an affectionate peck on the lips to the passionate gluing of lust. Her tongue thrust out into Rosie's mouth, met by the snaking touch of the younger girl's own. Their tongues intertwined as the breath flowed hotly through their nostrils.
Rosie felt her wonder renewed at the capacity for pleasure that had lain untapped in her body for so many wasted years. Since the onset of puberty she had half-heartedly masturbated herself, never dreaming of the joy possible at the hands of another person. Her hands groped down Dahlia's back, reaching down to cup the firm globes of her buttocks. She ran her finger down the crack between them, lightly fingering her lover's sensitive asshole.
Dahlia gasped at her lover's touch. She unglued her lips from Rosie's and moaned as she trailed her head down the teenager's neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses until she found her desire. Her lips were hot as they climbed the protuberance of Rosie's tit, finally reaching the pink-tipped peak.
Rosie moaned deep in her throat as she felt Dahlia's tongue snake out and around her swelling nipples. She arched her back as her teacher/lover sucked the tender bud into her mouth, lightly nipping at it with her perfect teeth as it swelled and thickened, growing larger than a pencil eraser.
Dahlia's hand was slowly creeping down Rosie's stomach. She reached the young blonde's pubic curls and wrapped her trembling fingers in the light down, stroking the not quite hidden furrow that marked the beginning of her pussy lips, bringing a new moan of ecstasy from the teenager next to her.
The two voluptuous bodies on the bed writhed and wriggled, sliding on and off one another as they began to sweat copiously. Rosie moved one hand around Dahlia's flank and up between her creamy thighs, boldly thrusting a finger into the older woman's moist pussy while her other hand continued to play with the quivering bud of her teacher's asshole.
Dahlia couldn't stand it. She moved her mouth down from Rosie's firm tits and worked her way down the lush gradual rise of her nubile belly, kissing and nipping at the lightly-downed flesh. She could feel Rosie's body trembling as her mouth made first contact with the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Teasingly, she continued, kissing and licking down the girl's legs, intruding her tongue into the sensitive hollow behind the kneecap, then slowly working her way back up toward the' main spot. She could feel the quaking in Rosie's pussy as she approached it.
Rosie's eyes were tightly closed, her concentration totally focused on the burning, gaping orifice between her legs. She moaned as she felt the first tentative probing of Dahlia's tongue on the swollen outer lips of her pussy. She drew her hands up to her chest and began to tenderly stroke her distended nipples, feeling rushes of pleasure from her crotch and her tits sweep over her in delightful and overpowering ecstasy.
Dahlia suddenly lifted her lips from Rosie's muff. Looking with eager lust at her teenaged pupil, she turned Rosie over on her side. Rosie stared at her, puzzled.
The lecherous teacher then knelt at Rosie's feet and lifted one of her beautifully curved legs up in the air. She slid feet first in between the shapely limbs so that one of her feet was on Rosie's back, and the other nestled just below her neck, the calf of her leg snugly fitting between the younger girl's creamy, lush breasts.
Rosie suddenly understood as she felt the warm touch of Dahlia's quaking cunt against her own. She moaned as Dahlia wriggled her pussy, their tightly clenched cunt lips forming a crude cross. Dahlia began to push herself up against Rosie's crotch, then relaxed. She pushed and relaxed, pushed and relaxed, until Rosie was caught up in the same rhythm. They looked like two intertwined pairs of scissors then, as their legs moved wildly, the soles of their feet moving sinuously up and down each other's backs and chests.
They rubbed against each other faster and faster. Rosie was still being amazed at the ever new ways Dahlia found to get pleasure.
It was just too marvelous, Rosie thought feverishly. Not better than the tongue, but different. She could feel excitement rising to a greater and greater pitch within her, not with the sudden lightning flashes of cunnilingus, but in slow, sensuous waves as her pouting pussy met that of her lover, then moved away, the bloated lips of both women meeting and rubbing against each other.
Dahlia was in heaven. She ran her hands rapidly but lovingly up and down Rosie's calves as the limbs continued their sinuous motion up and down the front and back of her body. She also could feel the heat growing in her wet pussy. Her hands moved from Rosie's legs to her own heaving tits, tweaking the tender swollen nipples, forcing them to new heights of erection. Then she moved her hands down to her crotch, extending her fingers below, it to feel the silky softness of Rosie's blonde muff as it moved back and forth, up and down, against her own.
Both women were panting in wanton lust, conscious of nothing save the burning, demanding, pulsation of the sopping organs between their thighs as they maintained their unorthodox lovers' embrace.
Suddenly both orgasms were upon them. They could each feel the slow burning sensation rise from their pussies and spread to every region of their bodies. Moaning and moving frantically, eight limbs thrashing wildly in unorchestrated abandon, they cried out from the depths of their throats as one, shattering the air of the bedroom with the savage cries of primitive delight.
As their lustful movements slowly subsided, they lay back on the sweat-drenched sheets, spent. They both fell onto their backs, Dahlia's leg crumpled under Rosie's still heaving body, her calf wedged into the crack of the young girl's ass. She wiggled a toe against the small of Rosie's creamy back, and was rewarded with a childish giggle from her adolescent lover. Rosie's leg was in the same position, and she returned the tickle. Suddenly Dahlia pulled her leg out from under Rosie's sweet little body and jumped the younger girl. She attacked the lower part of Rosie's rib cage, tickling madly. Rosie was surprised, and doubled up in uncontrollable fits of laughter, fighting futilely to push Dahlia's hands away. Then she darted up at the older woman above her, pushing her own hands through her defenses and beginning to tickle her teacher. They rolled all over the bed, a large, voluptuous, rolling ball of post-coital merriment. They spilled onto the floor, still grappling and tickling, laughing uproariously at their childish fun. They continued their game for some time, rolling about on the heavily-carpeted floor, tickling each other, their breasts swinging up and down, back and forth as they changed respective positions of dominance. Finally, Rosie got the upper hand. She looked down at her teacher, pinned under her, the twinkle of childish enjoyment in her sparkling blue eyes. She lowered her head and kissed Dahlia on each eyelid, then moved her lips down over her face, lightly kissing the tip of her nose, slowly becoming less childish and more womanly.
Dahlia was totally relaxed, pinned to the carpet by Rosie's lithe young body. As Rosie's red bow lips rested on hers, she felt a renewal of desire in her loins, and ran her tongue along her own lips, tasting the sweetness of Rosie's where they rested. Simultaneously, both girls opened their mouths wide, intruding their sinuous tongues into each others' mouths, dueling with them. Rosie ran the tip of her tongue along the perfect line of Dahlia's teeth and up under her lips, caressing the gums. She lowered her mouth, licking and kissing at her lover's chin, then moving her head down to lick under her chin at the sensitive flesh of the neck, sucking whole mouthfuls of yielding flesh into her hungry mouth. She ran her hands up Dahlia's arms from where they had pinned the older woman's wrists to the floor, lightly running her fingers into the tender concavity of the elbows, stopping to caress the sensitive skin of the armpits. She trailed her fingers over Dahlia's shoulders and down her breast-bone to her heavy, heaving tits, flattened sensually against her chest. Sitting up on the older woman's stomach, the teenager began to knead the tender flesh of Dahlia's large, firm breasts, leaning down to suck the nipples into her hot mouth.
Rosie wanted to repay this woman for the many hours of pleasure she had given to the inexperienced schoolgirl. When Dahlia made as if to rise and join her partner in lust, Rosie pushed her back down on her back firmly. She began to move her body down, licking and kissing every inch of Dahlia's body as her hands trailed down the teacher's flanks, grabbing chunks of flesh and kneading them between her fingers, causing pain and pleasure both.
Dahlia relaxed, understanding that her young pupil wanted only to please her, not to be pleased in return. She moaned softly in her throat as Rosie's long fingers snaked in and out of her sopping snatch. She shifted easily as Rosie moved her over onto her belly. Starting from the back of her neck, Rosie began to kiss and lick her way down Dahlia's quivering body, intruding her tongue into the area under the shoulder blades, running her mouth down the curve of the spine, licking and kissing. She stayed a while at the small of the back, licking lightly as her hands strayed down to Dahlia's firm, white buttocks. She spread her hands upon the creamy globes, kneading them with her palms, forcing them now apart, now together, pressing her thumbs into the gap between Dahlia's shapely thighs so that with each movement on the teacher's voluptuous ass, the lips of her pussy was now pressed together, now spread apart, creating a delightful friction that soon had the teacher moaning in uncontrollable lust.
Rosie continued this slow, sensual exercise for some time, feeding Dahlia's growing desire with this indirect masturbation.
Dahlia almost swooned at the ecstasy as her swollen cunt lips were massaged by the pressure of the hands on her buttocks. Then Rosie's head moved south again, and the teacher gasped as she darted her tongue in between the spread globes of her buttocks and began to lick at the puckered sphincter of her anal opening. It was too much. Here was a girl who'd never even been touched the week before, bringing an experienced lesbian to unimagined heights of pleasure!
Rosie continued to lick at Dahlia's asshole, darting her tongue in and out between her lover's buttocks, pressing against the orifice as though trying to force her way in. She licked down the heavenly valley between her teacher's alabaster globes, just teasingly touching the end of her vaginal furrow. Dahlia cried out in renewed desire.
Now Rosie reached up and grabbed a pillow from the floor next to them where it had fallen during their tickle-fight. She propped it under Dahlia's gently rotating pelvis so that her exposed pussy was five inches in the air. Kneeling, her chin only inches from the carpet, she lifted her head almost perpendicular to her shoulders and thrust her tongue full into Dahlia's creaming snatch. She covered the pouting outer lips with burning kisses, snaked her tongue down to lap at the swollen protuberance of her lover's clit, staring out from the fold of flesh under her mons veneris. She licked her lips, savoring the earthy flavor and aroma of Dahlia's pussy juices, then went back to a wild rhythmic lapping at the outer and inner lips of her lover's drenched cunt.
Dahlia couldn't control herself anymore. She was moaning wildly, her arms moving wantonly up over her lush breasts pressed against her chest. She teased her erect nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, feeling them rise to new heights at this extra stimulation. As Rosie continued to lick at her cunt lips, she moved her hand down and under her pelvis, back of her hand against the carpet, and began to stroke her swollen clit as Rosie's tongue worked madly at the rest of her womanhood.
Dahlia's hips began to churn madly. Her ass rose and fell in the air, her pelvis rising above then plopping back down on the pillow under her. Between the stimulation of her own hand on her throbbing clit and Rosie's questing tongue inside her snatch, she felt as though she were about to be consumed by the fires of lust, uncontrollably swept away in a rage of desire.
Rosie could feel herself being carried away by spasms of vicarious desire. Her own untouched pussy was burning, sending messages of pleasure up and down her body and to her fevered brain. She redoubled her tonguing at Dahlia's pussy as she felt the warm effusion of love juices from the older woman's quivering twat and knew that she was near orgasmic release.
Dahlia continued to stroke her clit, moving her other hand down and under her pelvis on the other side to stroke the sweat soaked hair of the teenager who was giving her so much unselfish pleasure.
"AAAHHHhhhhh ..." she moaned as the first white hot flashes of her climax raced up and down her body.
"AAAAYYYyyyeeeee!" The teacher screamed with ecstasy as her broad hips churned up and down against the floor, responding to the wild tongue of her pupil. Her hand moved in a blur against her almost painfully aroused clitoris, almost pulling more and more pleasure from the hot-box of her dripping snatch. As she felt herself surrendering to the final throes of a tumultuous orgasm, she groaned again. Rosie had reached up behind her own head to boldly insert a finger full length into her asshole as her climax peaked and she sank down exhausted onto the rug.
As Rosie felt her teacher's body begin to relax, fulfilled, the first flushes of orgasm made their way up her own tender young body, and she inserted her now free hands into her tender, virginal, snatch and frigged herself wildly until she felt final release and sank, moaning and sighing, panting heavily to the floor. Her long blonde hair, matted with perspiration, trailed up from her head, over Dahlia's lovely ass, strands of it disappearing into the crack so lately invaded by her loving tongue and finger.
After a while, Dahlia turned over and looked down affectionately at her apt pupil.
"Where did you learn all that stuff?" she asked, not suspiciously. She knew that she had been Rosie's first lover, but found it curious that the young girl could have picked up such sophisticated techniques without practice.
"You can't expect me to sit around with all the sex books you've got in this place without reading some of them. Let me see ... I think I got that one from 'Casebook in Teenage Lesbianism', second shelf, third book from the left."
"Smartass. Well, I guess we're going to have to give breakfast a miss. Look at that."
The two women glanced over to the night table. In their mad thrashings on the floor, they had upset the tray, spilling the contents on the carpet. Dahlia gazed ruefully at the mess of orange juice and fried eggs on her beautiful rug.
"Oh, well. It was worth it," she sighed, grinning sexily at her young lover and reaching down to tweak her left nipple.
"I'll say. Why don't I clean up that mess while you shower. There's no point in my cleaning up. We've got a practice this morning anyway. I'll catch my shower after that, before we go out to the reformatory."
Dahlia mused for a moment. "What do you think, Rosie. Do you think we've got the moxie to beat a team of young men?"
"Well, we have one advantage. Even if we've been playing other girls' teams, at least we've been competing. Those guys haven't had anybody to play with but themselves."
The two women giggled at Rosie's unconscious pun.
"Well, I hope we make a good showing. If we really impress the mayor, and the governor if he comes, it might go a long way toward getting some recognition for women's athletics in the school. We might even get some more money for our own budget!"
"I hope so, Dahlia."
The two women stared into space for a moment.
"You know, Dahlia, I wonder what these boys will be like. Some of the girls have been saying that they've got some of the roughest young men in the state locked up at Lacrosse."
"Well, I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it, dear. After all, we're to be well protected. I spoke to the mayor yesterday, and they're going to have a special guard for us. We're to have lunch in the dining hall in a special section, just us, the reformatory team, and the visiting dignitaries. All the other inmates will be separated from us. So don't you worry. It's going to be a great day for us and for women's athletics. Nothing can possibly go wrong."
She leaned over and kissed her young lover on the top of the head at the exact moment that Jack Rivers, a few miles away, was making a final check on his team's 'equipment' for the game.
"Okay, guys. This is going to be a day to remember, not only for us, but for the whole state, maybe the country! If we just follow the plan exactly like we rehearsed it, nothing can possibly go wrong."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was a sunny late morning when the bus with Dahlia Peterson's team pulled up to the gates of the Lacrosse Boys' Reformatory. At a signal from the tower, the large iron portals electronically swung open, and the bus pulled in to park on the almost deserted exercise yard. All the inmates had been put in lockup until lunch time, except for the reformatory team, which was having a last practice on the baseball diamond behind, the institution.
Dahlia squinted in the bright sunlight as she stepped from the bus. Walking across the yard toward her was a group of perhaps twenty men. Holding her hand over her eyebrows, she could see that they were led by the mayor and the governor.
'This could be a red letter day for women's athletics in this state,' she thought as her team began to climb from the bus to form a single line behind her. Rosie stepped forward to stand beside her coach.
"Good morning, Miss Peterson," the governor said, extending his hand. "I've heard a good deal about you from Dr. Sommers here." He nodded at the city superintendent of schools in the group behind him. "We're hoping to see a really interesting contest this afternoon.
"Thank you, sir. I hope we don't let you down."
"They won't, governor," interjected Dahlia's school principal, stepping from the group and grinning fatuously at the state dignitary. "These little girls play ball almost as well as men." Dahlia shot a quick look of distaste at the principal. He had been one of the major stumbling blocks to a serious program of women's athletics for the three years she had worked in his school. Now he wanted to take credit for Dahlia's success.
"Let me introduce you to a few of these people, Miss Peterson."
The governor went down the line, showing a remarkable memory for the names and faces of men he had only met himself an hour before. "This is Dr. Wynant, the warden, Mr. Collins, his assistant. Oh, and this is Captain Bursk. He'll be in charge of the detachment of correctional officers who will be providing your security during your visit."
Kenny Bursk stepped forward to shake Dahlia's hand. 'My God, what a piece of ass,' he thought. He was surprised at the firmness of her handshake and the direct, unflinching way she looked him in the eye. 'Would I ever like to get into some fun and games with this one,' his thoughts continued. He eyed Dahlia's firm tits, pushing through the fabric of her sweatshirt, sweeping down to appraise her broad hips and long legs.
All the male officials were entranced at the team. It was almost as though their coach had chosen them for standards of physical beauty as well as ball playing ability. The phalanx of guards in the rear of the party nudged each other and made lewd remarks as they inspected the team.
"Well, ladies, I guess you'd like to freshen up before lunch. We've reserved one of the boys' bathrooms for you to use. Captain Bursk will show you the way and take you to the dining hall whenever you're ready. We'll meet you in the dining hall." The governor and his party turned and began to walk back toward the main entrance to the reformatory.
"This way, folks," Kenny said, and led them toward a side door.
"Why, captain, this seems more like a prison than a reformatory for wayward young boys," Dahlia remarked as she eyed the high guard towers and heavily barred windows.
"Miss Peterson, a fifteen year old who kills is not just a wayward young boy. He's a murderer and a threat to society. We've got punks in here who really belong in the State Penitentiary. But the juvenile laws say we have to mollycoddle them, try to show them the errors of their ways. We run a tight ship here because we have to."
The group reached the side door, and Kenny ushered them into a bathroom just inside, on a corridor lined with workshops. The inmates had been given a day off from work to free the room, and also so they could watch the game. The team members entered the bathroom to freshen up as Kenny took up a vigil in the hallway, leaning against the wall to wait.
In a cell on the other side of the building, Joe Rattner looked mournfully at a small pile of cigarette packages on the table in front of him. Joe was the leading bookmaker in the joint, and his three runners stood in front of him, shuffling their feet nervously.
"You mean this is all the action on the game?" Joe demanded.
"Well, Joe, when the guys found out that Rivers and his gang weren't betting anything at all on themselves, the action just dried up. Everybody figures Rivers is up to something, and they don't want to take a chance on losing."
"That punk. I'll bet he's doing it just to ruin me. I've got the only racket in here that he hasn't managed to take over yet, and he's been after it for a long time. Well, after this game is played, I think we'll go have a little talk with Jack Rivers."
Jack and his teammates at this time were in the showers, cleaning up after a vigorous morning's practice.
"Hey, Jack!"
Jack looked over from under the shower to see young Jesus Ortega wagging his prick in the captain's direction.
"Wait'll I get it into some of that fine, fine high school nooky. Ain't one of them girls gonna want to go back to school when we get through with them."
"Shut up, Jesus," Jack said, glancing nervously at the entrance to the shower room. Kenny Bursk had posted four guards to watch over the team and make sure there were no fuck-ups.
As the water from the showers was shut off, Jack and his cohorts filed out into the locker room to dress. They began to don the baseball uniforms that the team had painstakingly tailored themselves from prison denims. The warden had commended them for their zeal, even allowing them the use of the prison tailor shop after regular working hours. He had even mentioned the ambition of his inmates in a report to the governor as evidence of how effectively his rehabilitation programs were working in this, the toughest reformatory in the state. It was this report which had pricked the governor's interest and resulted in today's game.
Jack smiled as he pulled on his uniform shirt and pants. He could feel the reassuring weight of the six inch knife sewn into the armpit. He picked up his fielder's mitt. It was an unusually heavy one, made so by the .32 revolver that had been smuggled in the week before from town by one of the trustees.
Under guard, the Lacrosse Reformatory softball team trooped down the long corridors of the building and entered the dining hall.
Security was tight. The stage, which normally held only one table for the staff, today was crowded. There was a table for the governor, mayor, warden, and senior officials. In front of it were two parallel tables with settings for both softball teams. In front of the stage there was a line of saw horses, guarded by a line of fifteen guards. More guards patrolled the rest of the dining hall, sauntering in and out of the lines of tables filled with inmates.
A nervous undercurrent of conversation filled the hall as Jack and his teammates filed in and marched to their table on the stage. Many of the inmates hadn't seen a female in months, even years, and their tables buzzed with speculation on the sexual performance that could be elicited from the girls on stage.
As they climbed the stage, Jack and his boys looked appraisingly over the girls already seated at the table next to them. They made a fetching sight in their uniforms, bright-eyed and fresh-faced, thrilled by the exciting sensation of sitting among so many of society's misfits. Jack smiled at the table broadly, and was rewarded by a chorus of cheerful faces in return. 'We'll see if they feel so chipper in a few hours,' he thought, as he walked to the head of his team's table and sat down.
Inmate waiters began to serve the meal. In honor of the occasion, turkey with all the fixings was being served, with apple pie and ice cream for dessert. Jack and his team ate the food hungrily. It had been a long time, since Christmas in fact, since the reformatory had seen such wholesome food.
After the plates had been cleared away, and everyone in the hall was sitting back relaxed, bellies full and minds satisfied, the speeches began. The warden began, mentioning the progress of the institution under his enlightened guidance, and introducing the mayor. The mayor praised the spirit of cooperation between the city and the reformatory, and introduced the governor. The governor rambled on about his commitment to a new spirit of rehabilitation of youth, and invited Dahlia and Jack to the head table to meet and make brief statements.
Dahlia spoke briefly. She mentioned how happy she and her team were to be playing that day, made a brief pitch directed at the governor for more money for women's athletics in the schools, and closed by hoping that the best team would win. Then it was Jack's turn.
"Mr. Governor, Mr. Mayor, Dr. Wynant, honored guests and fellow inmates. It gives me great pride to announce that this prison and its honored guests are now hostages of the Lacrosse Reformatory Grievance Committee!"
As he spoke, Jack slipped his revolver from the fielder's mitt he had brought to the table with him and held it to Dahlia's head, using his free hand to draw her arm painfully up behind her back.
"Now, if nobody moves, this young lady won't get hurt. Boys ... "
The members of Jack's gang began to go up and down the head table, frisking the dignitaries seated there. From the governor and his two bodyguards, they took three more firearms, a .38 Police Special and two .357 Magnums.
"Now," Jack continued as his men grouped behind him, "these young ladies, my committee, and our beloved Captain Bursk, are going to retire to the work block. We will be prepared to issue a statement of demands in exactly three hours. Any attempt at foolish heroics will be met by very unpleasant bloodshed. In three hours I shall expect that the governor here and representatives of all local television and radio stations, and reporters from the city newspapers, will be assembled in the anteroom leading to the work block to hear our petition."
The members of Dahlia's team looked at each other in stark terror as Jack's followers pulled them from their seats and ushered them out a side door.
Ron Lonnigan stepped up behind Kenny Bursk and shoved a .357 in his back. "Let's go, Kenny," he growled. He nudged the burly guard captain with the pistol as Jack brought up the rear, still holding Dahlia's arm tightly, facing backward with the terrified teacher as a shield.
As the gang and its captives marched down the hall to the work block, Kenny Bursk turned to Jack.
"Why me, Rivers. I've always played square with you."
"Why, Kenny. It's because you're our favorite screw! Don't you remember the tender way you showed me the way things were inside on my first day? I'd never known what a night stick could do without leaving marks before. Besides, we need your keys."
They marched through the door to the work block, where Jack relieved Bursk of his keys, locking the thick iron door behind them.
Having found sanctuary, the rebelling inmates slowly appraised their captives. The girls huddled in a terrified group against the corridor wall around Dahlia, who had been released by her captor.
"What do you intend to do with us?" she demanded."
Smily Smith, a short, swarthy mugger answered for the group, "Why, honey, you came all the way out here to play with the boys, didn't you. Well, nothing's changed, except that now the boys are going to play with you!"
He stepped forward and looked over the huddled group of captives. Reaching out, he grabbed tall, full-breasted Barbara Lassnow by the hand and pulled her forward.
"This one's mine," he gloated, and reached out to tear her uniform shirt from neck to waist. It gaped open, exposing her high full tits in their overstuffed bra to the avid gaze of the young ruffians. In full sight of her horrified friends, he whipped a vicious prison-made shiv from his uniform and slashed through the strap between her breasts. The bra fell away, and he reached out to fondle her luscious rounded tits, running his palms roughly over the large upturned nipples.
"MMmmm ... Nice," he murmured. His hands moved down her body and tugged at the waistband of her pants. They slipped from her flaring hips and fell in a heap at her feet.
Barbara stood stock-still, in shock. Her eyes were closed tightly; she couldn't believe that this degradation was happening to her. She felt Smith's brutal hands as he ran them under the elastic of her panties and began to stroke her round, pliant buttocks, cupping them in his hands.
"C'mon, Smiley. Give us a little show!" shouted one of the gang. Smiley turned and smiled at his leader, who grinned back "and nodded.
Smith slowly slid Barbara's panties down over her thighs and lifted her legs so that she stood naked save for her sock and sneakers, exposed to the leering faces of the Committee of Twelve. One of the group came out of the work block dispensary, dragging a long low divan which was used for sick prisoners. He placed it in the middle of the floor, in between the gang members, grouped against one wall, and their captives against the other.
Dahlia was mad with fright and fury. Unconsciously, she reached out and clutched Rosie to her. The other girls, mute with terror, could only watch helplessly as Smith slowly pulled their teammate to the divan and forced her down onto it.
"Wow, this baby's got a lot to offer," Smiley exclaimed as he lifted her legs up and spread them, giving the assemblage a clear view of her downy pussy lips and puckered asshole. "I don't know if I can handle it by myself. Anyone want to give me a hand?"
"Sure, Smiley," Jesus Ortega answered, stepping from the gang and slowly rotating his palm over his crotch. He walked over to the terrified girl on the divan and reached down to caress her beautiful boobs.
Jack took his eyes from the action for a moment and looked at Kenny Bursk, standing next to him. The captain was white-faced with fury.
"What's the matter, Kenny? Don't you like the show?"
"You little bastard. You'll wind up in the chair for this!"
"Why, Kenny. Don't you know that any of your guards would give his eye teeth to see a show like this? If you're a good boy, we might even let you in on some of the action." He turned his gaze back to the divan in the middle of the hall.
Both Ortega and Smith had by now removed their pants and jock straps, and were slowly massaging their hardening pricks. Without words, they stood on either side of Barbara's head, looking down into her ashen face.
"Open your eyes, cunt!" Smith snapped, slapping her hard on the face.
Barbara opened her eyes slowly and moaned. Only inches from her face were the grossly swollen cocks of her two tormentors. As she watched in terror, the two boys hunched down and began to rub their rock hard organs over her cheeks, then over her lips, the tips of them meeting as they pressed down on her mouth.
Smith and Ortega reached down and sat Barbara up on the divan. They stood on either side of her, rubbing their cocks and feasting their eyes on her naked beauty.
"Did you ever suck two cocks at once before, honey?" Smith asked with a lewd grin.
'Oh, no!' Barbara thought, her mind paralyzed with fear. 'They can't make me do that!'
The two thugs pulled her body down so that she sat at the very edge of the divan. Her ass was half off, half on, so that her pouting pussy was suspended a few inches from the edge, her legs spread wide, the beautiful lips completely exposed.
"All right, honey, take my cock in that hot mouth of yours," Smith demanded. "You're going to suck my cock while you jerk off Jesus here, then you're going to switch, and switch again until we both come. Get to it, bitch!" he screamed, back handing her viciously.
In agony from the blow, Barbara slowly reached out her hand and grasped Jesus' skinny prick, beginning to pump up and down. She turned her head and enveloped Smith's fat gross cock in her warm mouth, closing her full red lips around it and beginning to suck.
The two boys closed their eyes at the sensations and sighed. Smith threw his head back and moaned at the exquisite first rushes of sensation as Barbara began to lightly suck on the swollen head of his cock. Ortega looked down and leered at the girl as her hand slowly moved up and down the pulsating shaft of his cock.
Ortega reached out his fist and rapped lightly on Barbara's head with his knuckles. She understood, and moved her hand up to grasp Smith's pulsing cock as she turned her head and enveloped Ortega's organ in her hot mouth. Her hand slid easily up and down Smily's prick, lubricated as it was from her blow job.
Ortega, at fourteen, had never been blown by a woman before, and he found the sensation exquisite. He moved his hands down his body and cupped his sensitive balls, increasing the pleasure of Bab's oral stimulation.
Barbara couldn't understand what was going on. She was being forced to masturbate and give head to two men at once, but she was beginning to feel that tingling in her pussy that was usually reserved for Joe. 'Oh, no,' she thought. 'What kind of a sex maniac am I?' She moaned in self-pity into the head of Jesus' cock. He answered her with a moan of his own as he felt the reverberations of her cry sweep down through his shaft to his balls.
As Smith rapped on Barbara's head and she began to shift her mouth and hands again, Ron Lonnigan stepped forward from the group of watching prisoners. Going down on his knees, he pushed his face up against Barbara's exposed muff where it hung suspended from the edge of the divan.
Barbara moaned again as she felt Ron's lips touch the sensitive outer lips of her pussy. Her moan had the same effect on Smily Smith, whose cock was now in her mouth, that it had had on Ortega a moment before. Smith brought his hands down behind Barbara's head and pushed his cock even further into her mouth, forcing it against the back of her throat.
Ron began to lap wildly on Barbara's pussy, forcing his tongue into her, running it up and down the inner lips, pushing it up until it touched the small button of her clit. At his moist touch, the clit began to fill with blood, swelling and extending until her could reach up and nip at it with his strong teeth.
Babs was rapidly losing her hold on reality. In the back of her mind she knew that she was being abused by three brutal rapists at once, but her body was surging with passionate responses she was powerless to control. As Ortega rapped on her head again, she reversed the position of her mouth and hand and began to suck and pump with a new fury. At the same time she began to slowly move her hips back and forth, pushing her moistening cunt against Lonnigan's questing mouth and tongue.
"Look at this, guys," Smith called as he felt the new enthusiasm in Barbara's hand job. "The broad's digging it!"
Barbara was lost in a world she didn't understand. Her entire body was on fire. She moved her free hand up and began to caress her large swollen tits, tweaking the upstanding nipples between thumb and forefinger, running her hand down the valley between them, beside herself with passion.
Dahlia looked on in disgust. She'd always known that men were brutes, slaves to their disgusting cocks, but this exhibition was more than she could stomach. She clutched her teenaged lover even more tightly to her, hoping to shield her from the horror of her teammates degradation.
Lonnigan could taste the musky flavor of Barbara's pussy juices as they began to flow with her mounting passion. He was surprised at the way her hips were beginning to move against his face. He reached a probing finger up between her buttocks, and lightly stroked her asshole between the clenched cheeks. Barbara moaned into Jesus' reedy shaft. Jesus shuddered.
Suddenly, Lonnigan removed his mouth from Bab's cunt. He stood and took down his pants and jock, revealing a massive hunk of swollen meat, the head purple with passion. He jerked it up and down a few times, reaching one hand down to caress the hanging sack of his balls. Then he knelt in front of Barbara.
The young pitcher emitted a disappointed groan as she felt Lonnigan's questing tongue pulled from her quivering snatch. She continued to suck and jerk at the two cocks by her face, but opened her eyes and saw Lonnigan standing between her outspread knees, kneading his rock hard cock and leering up and down at her shamefully exposed body. Her eyes widened as he knelt down between her legs. Only his belly and chest were visible. Suddenly she felt the first probes of his huge cock as he rubbed the swollen head against the outer lips of her dripping pussy. 'Oh, no,' she thought. 'Not that. Please, not that!'
Lonnigan began to slowly ease his pulsating organ into Barbara's ready honeypot. He groaned as he felt the tightness of her snatch, the firm muscle pressure on all sides of the shaft as it slid home. He moved forward on his knees until his hairy groin met that of the young girl, and began an in and out pumping with his torso, meanwhile reaching up to cup her lovely huge tits, running his palms across the stiff nipples, trailing his hands around the lush outside curves of her breasts and back down her flanks to squeeze, the pliant flesh of her ass cheeks.
Barbara began to move her hips in wild abandon as she felt her dripping twat invaded by the long thick cock of her rapist. Every time he moved it back in, the bulbous head rubbed against her swollen clit, eliciting a low moan which excited the rising passions of whichever cock was in her mouth. As she felt herself approaching a towering orgasm, she picked up on a rhythm of her own, alternating her mouth and hand between Smith and Ortega with blurring speed, matching the mad pace with Lonnigan as he picked up the pace of his fucking, driving his cock in and out of her tender pussy like a piledriver, working her cunt into a froth of passion.
Suddenly Ortega let out a long low cry of ecstasy as his pumping cock began to spew forth rivulets of hot, sticky come through Bab's jerking Hand, shooting out and down to cover her quaking tits and drip down onto her sweat covered belly.
Smith, too could feel his balls churning in orgasmic fury. He began to pump wildly in and out, in and out of Barbara's sucking mouth. With a loud cry, he threw his head back and pumped furiously as great gobs of slick come shot overflowingly furiously, hot and fast from his gross cock into Barbara's waiting orifice, streaming down her throat, threatening to choke her as she greedily swallowed every drop.
The two satisfied boys stepped back, still hard, but softening slowly and watched Lonnigan's action.
Now that Babs was not otherwise occupied, Ron reached under her quaking buttocks and lifted her bodily from the divan. Her head and shoulders fell back against the cushions as he wrapped her long legs around his waist, locking the ankles and holding them in place with his brawny arms.
Now he stood, with Barbara's legs locked around him, his cock still buried deeply in her dripping cunt, still pumping furiously. He reached his strong, large hands up to brutally tweak and squeeze her luscious tits, mashing them against her chest roughly. As he felt her legs locked behind him, he removed his hands and reached under her to squeeze the quaking globes of her ass cheeks, running his fingers down between them, reaching out from under her ass to feel his balls as they swung to and fro, slapping against the tops of her creamy thighs.
Suddenly, Lonnigan redoubled the pace of his frantic fucking. His prick began to move in and out of Bab's cunt in a blur of passionate movement. He threw his head back and groaned, long and loud as he felt the first spasms of lust work their ways up his cock from his churning balls.
"AAYYyyeeee ..." he moaned as he felt spurt after spurt of come shoot from the head of this thrusting cock into Barbara's pink, warm snatch.
Barbara too felt her climax rising. Aroused beyond shame or humiliation, she began to buck her suspended hips against those of her rapist. Electric heat shot up her spinal column from her pussy to her brain as her peak was reached. She moaned as Lonnigan slowly withdrew his dripping cock from her pussy and roughly dropped her abused body to the dirty floor of the hallway.
Jack Rivers stepped forward and looked down at Barbara as she lay panting in the hall. Her legs were spread wantonly, exposing the lips of her pussy as a small pool of come dripped from them to the floor. She had come all over her lips, her tits and belly. She lay with her eyes closed, panting and moaning, running her hands up and down her flanks.
He turned to his gang. He could see that they were all ready for some pussy. They stared across the hall at the tight group of lovely young girls huddled in mute horror around their teacher.
"All right," he barked, "this one has had it for now. You three who've had your fun can tie her and lock her in the dispensary. Now, we've got plenty of time. The press conference isn't for two and a half hours yet, and we'll probably be here long after that, so there's no rush. Right now, I think I can arrange a little entertainment for us that'll really be something special!"
He walked over to Dahlia. The teacher clutched Rosie even closer to her as the leader of these young monsters approached.
Jack had noticed the protective bond between the two women. He nudged Rosie's shoulder with the muzzle of his gun.
"This your girl friend, honey?" he quizzed.
"You monster. Why don't you leave us alone!"
"I asked you a question, lady," Jack said, and ran his hand down Rosie's back, squeezing her lovely ass brutally.
"Leave her alone, you beast!" Dahlia shrieked, pulling Rosie even closer to her.
"Well, what do you know," Jack smiled, turning to his gang. "We've got an honest to god man-hater here! I think we're going to have us some real fun."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dahlia held Rosie to her breast tightly. The two lovers had been brutally stripped by their captors. The boys had missed not one opportunity to squeeze and caress their naked flesh as they had ripped the clothing from their lovely bodies, kneading their breasts, sticking their fingers into the girls' tender assholes. When the pair were completely naked, Jack had had them locked in a store room while he made preparations for what he called "a fine show."
"Oh, Dahlia," Rosie moaned. "What are they going to do with us?" _
"I don't know, baby," her teacher answered. "All we can do is be brave. The governor won't let us down. He'll get us out of here."
Dahlia exuded a confidence she didn't feel. After all, the governor had promised that security would make something like this impossible in the first place. As the nude terrified women clutched at each other, stroking each others' bodies soothingly, they heard the rasp of a key in the door. It opened, and Jack Rivers stood in the portal, leering in at them.
"Come, ladies, it's time for the fun to begin."
They were led down the corridor, subject to the fleeting caresses of the gang members in the hall, and ushered into the machine shop. The center of the large room had been cleared of heavy machinery, and a sort of arena constructed. The cinder block wall of the shop formed one end of the while three foot high sheets of metal had been erected in a semi-circle out from that wall to complete it. Two sets of manacles dangled from the wall, set six feet up, and about ten feet apart. Dahlia shuddered at the significance of the layout.
From another door, young hoodlums began to usher in the rest of the team. They were all naked, cowering under the lustful gazes of their captors. They were led to a row of folding' chairs to one side of the arena, and pushed down kneeling on the floor in front of them. The chairs were soon to be occupied.
Behind Dahlia, the door to the hall opened, and Jack's gang began to file in. They were also all naked, the jutting evidence of their horniness preceding them. Only Lonnigan, Ortega, and Smith were absent, having been issued guns and left on guard at the locked doors to the work block.
At a signal, two of the thugs grabbed Rosie, ripping her from Dahlia's protective grasp. She was dragged into the arena, and her hands fastened above her in one of the sets of manacles, her plump, round ass facing the group of naked men and women.
Each of the band now took a chair but two. These went back into the corridor and soon dragged in Kenny Bursk. The burly guard captain was naked, his limp prick almost hidden by his pubic hair in his embarrassment. His eyes widened as he saw the naked assemblage, and he snarled and tried to rip his arms from the firm, grasp of his escort. Jack stepped forward and delivered a swift kick to the captain's hairy balls. Bursk moaned and doubled up on the floor. The boys at his shoulders reached down and grabbed him, dragging him moaning across the floor and fastening his wrists into the remaining set of manacles on the wall.
"And now, Miss Peterson," Jack said, turning to the terrified teacher. "You are going to put on a show for us. Since you obviously don't like men, your part in it should be extremely enjoyable for you. Here, take this."
Dahlia's eyes widened as she looked down at Jack's outstretched hand. He was offering a long rawhide bull whip. She shuddered and kept her hands at her sides.
"Miss Peterson, the man you see chained to the wall is Captain Kenny Bursk. In addition to being one of the most corrupt officials in the state penal system, he is a vicious sadist who has never missed an opportunity to abuse the inmates in his charge. Now you are going to administer a whipping to this man, hear, as brutally and thoroughly as you can, whether you like it or not." As he finished speaking, Jack nodded to one of his cohorts. The boy stepped forward with the long vicious cattle prod in his hand. Touching the red stud lightly, he applied it to Rosie's flaring buttocks. The young girl let out a shriek of pain and arched her back away from the wall.
Dahlia covered her face with her hands and wept.
"Now, Miss Peterson, do you understand that we are serious. Will you do as we say?"
Dahlia could only nod her head in mute agony.
"Good. Now, take the whip."
The teacher reached her hand out and grasped the handle of the instrument of torture.
"Gentlemen, to your seats. We are about to be entertained."
Jack led Dahlia to a position directly behind the burly figure of Kenny Bursk, then turned and took the nearest seat. He glanced down the line of chairs. His followers were all seated, rigid cocks at attention, each with a voluptuous naked girl kneeling at his feet. Jack looked down and saw the petite, full nakedness of Lana Rojas, between his outstretched legs, looking up into his eyes in fear. He reached down and grasped her hands, guiding them so that she caressed his balls and lightly held his rigid cock, then turned his attention to Dahlia.
"You may begin. Miss Peterson. And don't hold back. Remember, if we're not satisfied, your little girl friend there will take Bursk's punishment for him!"
Dahlia shuddered as she eyed the degenerate spectacle at the side of the arena. She saw that some of the thugs had already forced her girls' head up, pushing their swollen cocks into their mouths. Others had pulled the young girls up to sit on their laps, playing with their naked lovely bodies as they watched her fiddle with the whip.
Looking back to the naked man manacled before her, she breathed a low apology under her breath and reached back. The whip cracked against Bursk's naked shoulders, dropping to reveal an ugly red welt. The spectators cheered.
She again lashed at the guard captain, leaving another red welt. And again. And again. The captain's back became covered with the evidence of the brutal whip's effectiveness.
Dahlia began to feel a shameful tingling in her loins. As she brandished the whip, she cast her mind back on the horrible night when she had first learned to hate men. Her date for the junior prom in high school had brutally beaten and raped her when she wouldn't put out for him, leaving her ripped and crying on a lonely country road to make her way home alone. At the memory, she felt strength surge into her whip arm. She swung again and again, lashing the guard's back and buttocks, laying open the flesh as Bursk cried out in agony. Little droplets of red blood began to fall to the floor at Kenny's feet, arousing a new lust in Dahlia. She lashed out again and again. Suddenly she felt a restraining hand on her arm, and turned to look into Jack Rivers' face. He had a sly and quizzical smile on his face.
"Just a moment, Miss Peterson," the gang leader said. "I just want to check on something."
Jack strode forward to stand behind Kenny. He reached out a finger and touched one of the ugly wounds on his back. The burly captain moaned in pain. Shooting his hand down, Jack reached in front of the man's crotch, then turned to his followers with a look of delight.
"Hey, boys, Kenny's got a hard-on!"
The gang cracked up in raucous laughter.
"Well, now," Jack continued. "This puts a whole new light on things. I don't think we need these cuffs anymore. Our big, brave guard captain is enjoying this! He reached over and took a key from a nearby table and unlocked Bursk's manacles. The guard fell to the ground in a huddled mass of pain, moaning in agony and humiliation.
Jack turned to Dahlia. She was standing in her naked glory, dripping sweat, with a cruel twisted smile on her face.
"Why, Miss Peterson, I do believe you're enjoying this as much as we are. You know, I think we can dispense with the whip for now. We wouldn't want to mark up our brave captain too badly, would we? He reached over and grabbed the cattle prod from one of his gang and pressed it into Dahlia's sweaty palm, "Here," he continued. "I think you can have even more fun with this!"
As Jack resumed his seat and pulled Lana Rojas' head over to mouth his now-throbbing cock, Dahlia looked down with contempt at the weeping mass of humanity huddled at her feet.
Dahlia slowly moved toward Bursk's trembling figure. This was the man who had brutally raped her. This was all the men who had made her feel inferior all her life. This was the entire despicable sex of man! Thumbing the cattle prod's power button, she shoved the shaft cruelly up the supine man's ass and held it there.
Kenny's body leapt up in the air, tortured at the voltage that ripped through it. He perspired profusely. The burning pain from his mutilated back faded into insignificance compared to the terrible agony that ripped through his vitals. As Dahlia withdrew the prod, he collapsed, quivering and sweating on the floor, his mind a black pit of pain and terror.
Dahlia could feel her pussy start dripping, her love juices rising as she walked over and kicked the guard captain in the ribs. She glanced over at the perfect body of Rosie, manacled to the wall, and smiled. Rosie was staring at her tender lover, a look of horror and bewilderment on her sweet face.
"I'm doing this for us, Rosie," Dahlia whispered. "They're no good, any of the animals. He's just getting what they all deserve." Rosie turned her head at the look of bestial cruelty on her teacher's contorted face.
Reaching down, Dahlia pulled at Bursk's shoulders, turning him over on his back. He moaned at the pain of lying on his open wounds.
Dahlia looked down at her victim's crotch. Sure enough, his thick prick stood up erect, pulsing with perverse passion. At the sight, the gang watching erupted in hoots and cheers. Turning, Dahlia saw that the young thugs were taking full advantage of her girls. Some of them were sitting astraddle their captors' hard cocks. She could see the shafts as they worked their ways in and out of her little darlings' tender cunts while the boys pushed the girls' bodies up and down, caressing their own balls as they fucked and watched this unique exhibition.
She turned back to the man on the ground. Bursk had his eyes closed and was moaning in a mixture of pain and extreme sexual excitement. This was man! It was this pitiful creature that was tormenting and debauching the purity of her beloved girls. She scowled and stepped forward, standing astraddle Bursk's gasping mouth, and let flow a stream of steaming urine all over his face and chest. He opened his mouth wide, tossing and turning, lapping at the golden flow. The urine dripped down his flanks and came into contact with his back. The urine caused him to arch upward in agony, It felt as though he were being flayed alive. His cock danced and twitched as Dahlia continued to empty her bladder over his recumbent form.
Kenny had never been in such pain in his life. He had never been so humiliated. He had also never been so excited. His prick was the hardest it had ever been. He could feel the pain in his balls where Jack had kicked him, mixed with the churning of his come as it fought for release. His cock was bobbing up and down wildly, against his will. His brain was on fire, excited by images of all the torture he'd ever undergone at the hands of women. He opened his eyes and watched as the last drops of yellow urine flowed from Dahlia's bladder. He was fascinated by the sparkle of yellow droplets clinging to her dark bush of pubic hair. With an agonized moan, he lifted himself from the floor, supporting himself on his outstretched arms and began to lick greedily at the pussy above him.
Dahlia gasped as she felt the lips of the tortured man below her latch onto her quivering quim. Then she relaxed. Let the bastard eat my cunt. Let him savor the flavor of my piss. This was man, the natural inferior of woman. If he craved humiliation, let him have it. It would only begin to atone for the degradation of women since time began. With a cruel grin on her face, she began to sink to the floor, the weight of her lush body pushing the head of the burly guard captain down under her ass.
Gone was Kenny's humiliation at being aroused so shamefully in front of Jack Rivers' gang of hooligans. All that mattered in the world was the exquisite pain that ran through his tormented body, and the taste of the cunt which was jammed against his face. He rolled his head back and forth against the concrete floor below him, sweeping his lips up and down, sideways and crossways against the hairy snatch. His tongue darted out and into the vaginal opening, tasting the sweet dew on the inner lips. He moved his tongue up, and lightly fondled Dahlia's swollen prick. He could feel the vibrations of the woman's excited moans through her body.
This was too much. Dahlia squirmed and ground her pussy against Kenny's eager face. She delighted at the hot feel of his tongue as it explored the inner recesses of her aroused body.
"AAAHHHhhhhh ..." she moaned, running her hands up and down the front of her body, squeezing her tits, arousing the already erect nipples.
"MMMMMmmmm ..." Kenny moaned into the hairy bush above his face. He could smell the earthy aroma of her asshole as his nose was jammed between her tightly clenched ass cheeks. Save for the agonizing pain of his lacerated back, he could almost imagine that he was in his own home, being delectably tortured by his lovely wife.
Dahlia could feel her climax upon her. The familiar hot rushes of ecstasy were flowing up and down her fevered sweating body as she rose Kenny's head, twisting and squirming in exquisite pleasure. She threw her head back and shrieked a long cry of satisfaction as her pussy erupted in volcanic quaking, flooding Kenny's tongue and mouth with silky droplets of warm love juice.
Simultaneously, Kenny felt the first spasm of his own orgasm. He reached his hand down and began to pump at his pulsing cock frantically. After a few jerking movements, he was rewarded with a river of hot sticky come, erupting from his throbbing member and falling to the concrete floor below him, spreading as well over his naked chest and belly. In the aftermath, he lay limp and spent, Dahlia's quaking pussy still pressed tight against his mouth.
Dahlia shook her head. She looked down at the softening prick in front of her and grimaced in disgust. She pulled herself to her feet and looked up and down the whole body of the man who had just eaten her. He was breathing heavily, cupping' his balls in both hands as his excitement abated. Taking a step down toward his feet, she raised one leg and kicked him soundly in the balls through his fondling hands.
Kenny Bursk gave out a shriek of agony, double over, and passed out on the concrete floor of the machine shop.
CHAPTER NINE
As Dahlia walked over to the bound figure of her young lover she did not notice the cacophony of panting and heavy breathing that filled the shop. Had she turned herself to face the spectators, she would have been treated to the sight of each of Jack's gang in the throes of passion, some being fucked where they sat, some receiving blow jobs from the naked girls at their feet. But Dahlia's only concern was for her little sweetheart. She stood behind Rosie and ran her hands tenderly up and down her pale creamy body, gently massaging her back, lovingly cupping her round buttocks.
Rosie's body was wracked by low sobs. Never had she witnessed an exhibition of such savagery. How could she ever look Dahlia in the eye again?
"Dahlia," she moaned, "how could you do that to the poor man?"
"But, Rosie, I did it for us. You saw what they were ready to do to you if I didn't go along. Besides, he's just a man, like all the other hairy brutes who exploit us and rape us, drive us to the whore houses and the bottle. Don't waste your pity on him! Think of what this pack of animals is doing to us!" She blew lovingly in the teenager's ear, lightly flicking her tongue into the canal.
Jack Rivers was lost in his own world. He'd watched the show of torture to the end, forcing Lana Rojas to lightly suck and lick at the tip of his surging prick. The sight of Kenny Bursk's humiliation, coupled with the revelation of the guard captain's masochistic lust, had brought Jack's cock to a new peak of erection. Now that it was over, he pulled Lana's head toward him, forcing his cock deeply into her throat. At his prodding she began to suck wildly at the cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the shaft, breathing heavily, great hot gusts of air onto the head. With her hands, she caressed his tingling balls, driving a finger up between his buttocks to lightly stroke his asshole, then withdrawing as the pain of the chair seat on the back of her hand became too much for her.
Jack moaned. The spectacle he had just witnessed had brought him to the brink of orgasm, and now he exploded. Lana gagged as great spurts of hot come shot into her warm, wet mouth. She struggled to swallow it all, drawing pained breaths through her nose, She exhaled, and drops of come were forced up her nasal passage, again almost choking her as the warm semen dripped from her nose onto the shaft of Jack's cock as it plunged in and out of her tightly drawn lips. Slowly she allowed the softening cock to slip from her lips and sat back, bowing her head in humiliated shame.
Jack leaned back in his folding chair, savoring the relief of orgasm. For a moment he was not a prisoner in rebellion against the system, a thug who, after today, might never walk as a free man again. Now he was a king, an emperor! His mind drifted.
As Jack opened his eyes, he saw Rosie and Dahlia as they stood by each other, the younger and more tender woman shackled up against the wall, the older and aggressive girl running her hands caressingly up and down her lover's body. The sight sent a strange thrill up and down Jack's naked body. He looked to his left and saw that Ross Levin, one of the mainstays of his organization, had also finished with the luscious girl at his knees. For that matter, most of his gang had finished taking their pleasure, and were just sitting back, enjoying the aftermath of the session of bizarre sex.
"Hey, Ross."
"Yeah, boss?"
"Take a couple of the boys and lock these broads in the dispensary with the other one. All of 'em except those two," he said, pointing at Rosie and Dahlia
"Okay, boss," Ross replied, standing and beckoning to three of the gang. They began to usher the girls out into the hallway as Jack strode into the arena, stepped over the unconscious form of Kenny Bursk, and stopped beside the two lesbian lovers.
"Well, Miss Peterson, it seems you enjoyed that little show more than any of us. I guess I was right from the start. You do hate men, don't you?"
"Now more than ever, you little creep. I just wish that had been you out there!"
"Now, now, Miss Peterson. We must keep our temper. What kind of a high school teacher goes flying off the handle like that? After your little exhibition, you may be in as much trouble as any of us."
Dahlia turned white. Her entire team had seen her torturing the guard captain. She'd been seen showing tender devotion to little Rosie, fondling her lush breasts. All the work of three years fighting for her beliefs in the school system. All up in smoke!
Jack grinned as he saw the thoughts echoed in Dahlia's facial expressions.
"Well, don't worry about that now. You and your girls are going to be our guests for a while yet. As a matter of fact, I feel we owe you something for your entertaining exhibition. Since you were kind enough to put on a show for us, we're going to put on a show for you in return. A very special show."
Jack walked over to where several of his followers were seated and huddled with them, whispering. They nodded assent and followed him back to the two trembling lovers.
Suddenly, Dahlia was grabbed by both arms and held firmly. Jack grinned at her as he reached up and unlocked the manacles that held Rosie to the wall. The young girl collapsed in an exhausted heap, rubbing her strained and sore arms, leaning her back against the wall.
Dahlia struggled as the two boys pushed her up against the concrete wall. She felt the cold cinder blocks against the cheeks of her ass as they backed her up, lifted her arms above her head, and shackled her wrists, leaving her exposed, naked, facing her tormentors. One of the boys leaned down and ran his hand in and out of her still wet crotch, insinuating a finger into her tender pussy. The other ran his palms over her tender breasts, then bent to bite her viciously on the nipples.
"Cool it, boys," Jack said. "This broad likes to dish it out. It's our brave Captain Bursk there who likes to take it." Jack walked over to the naked figure of the burly guard captain as he began to regain consciousness. He looked down at Kenny's face as the masochist opened his eyes.
"Why, hello, captain. Have a nice nap? You certainly put on a nice show for us. What a big, tough man. It sure takes a lot a woman to beat a hard-on into you, doesn't it?" He laughed evilly.
Kenny was beyond caring. He knew that this shameful episode meant the end of his career. Even if he wasn't fired for the ease with which these thugs had circumvented his elaborate security measures, he could never walk through a prison gate again without being subject to ridicule. The story wouldn't end here. He knew that in future years, these punks would spread the tale throughout the state penal system. He averted his eyes from Jack's and groaned at the lingering pain in his tortured body.
"Ross, you and the boys take the captain here and lock him in the dispensary with the girls. On your way back you can bring that couch in here from the hall." Jack turned and leered at Dahlia where she stood, back against the wall, arms manacled above her head. He walked over to her and looked into her eyes. She turned her head and looked down at the figure of Rosie, lying on the ground crying into her cupped hands.
"Oh, don't worry about your little girl friend," Jack said with a chuckle. "She's in good hands. In very good hands," he said, holding his own up to her heaving tits and giving them a mighty squeeze. Dahlia raised her head and spat in his face.
Jack wiped the spittle off his face and then, with a cruel grin, reached down and forced three fingers into her tender pussy, pushing cruelly against the vaginal walls until she screamed in pain.
"Now that wasn't nice, Miss Peterson," he said in a low voice. "All I was going to do was show your little friend here a good time. Show her that men are better than women. Now I'm afraid she's in for a little rougher treatment. And you're going to stand right here and watch it. Every long painful minute!"
Dahlia dropped her head to her chest and began to weep silently.
Jack's cohorts trooped back into the room, dragging the heavy divan with them and set it in the middle of the arena floor.
"There's only forty-five minutes left until zero hour, boss, and the boys are wondering what you've got up your sleeve to get us out of this mess," Ross said.
"Don't worry. When this is all over, we'll be on easy street for the rest of our lives. I've got it all worked out. Forty-five minutes, hmm? That's just about enough time for what I've got in mind."
He walked over to where Rosie lay, whimpering against the cinder block wall. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her unresisting body over to the divan, shoving her down on her stomach on the cushioned seat. As he turned to leer at Dahlia, warning in horrified fascination, Jesus Ortega, relieved at his post, entered the room carrying a cardboard box.
"And now, Miss Peterson, it's time to show your little prot'g' here the difference between men and women. He leaned down and turned the cowed Rosie over on her back. His hands roamed at will over her quaking pussy. He cupped her full firm tits in his palms and rotated them slowly, feeling a surge of renewed passion in his quiescent cock.
Dahlia watched in disgust and horror as Jack ran his hands lingeringly over her lover's young voluptuous body. She glowered at the young convict's back, wishing she could kill with her eyes.
Jack looked down at his prey. She was still sobbing; tears of humiliation and sorrow welled from her eyes as she stared blankly at the ceiling. She was easily the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She reminded him of Grace, the girl whose perjured testimony had condemned him to the living hell of imprisonment. Women were all two-faced, whimpering in shared lust at one moment, turning into lying vipers the next. He drew back his hand and slapped her hard across the face, sending the drops of her tears flying in all directions.
"What are you crying about, bitch?" he cried. "No one has touched you yet. But that's about to change. I believe in the old saying, 'save the best for last.' And I've got some special treatment in mind for you!" He cackled as he reached into the cardboard box that Jesus had brought in for him.
Dahlia choked back a cry of alarm as she saw the huge rubber dildo that Jack took from the box. It was at least a foot long and eight inches in diameter. He couldn't stick that thing into her little Rosie. He just couldn't!
But that was just what the power-mad youth intended to do. He reached down and turned Rosie back over on her stomach. His cock was rigid once more, straining in lust, aching for new release. He started to knead her plump, firm buttocks, gently at first, then rougher, pushing down on the soft globes with all his might.
Rosie gasped at the sudden pressure on her bottom. Her sensitive pubic mound was ground into the fabric of the divan beneath her. She felt a probing finger thrust between her buttocks, and drew a sharp breath as she felt her tormentor boldly shove a questing finger into her virgin asshole.
Jack grinned as he moved his finger around inside Rosie's tender rectum. The sphincter muscle closed tightly around his finger. It was tighter than any cunt. He continued to wriggle around in her ass as he reached into the box with his free hand, extracting a large jar of lubricant. This he proceeded to smear all over the huge rubber cock that he had placed on the divan beside the squirming girl.
Dahlia continued to watch in horror. That dildo would split poor Rosie apart!
Jack pulled his finger from Rosie's asshole and, using both hands, spread her creamy thighs as far apart as he could. Her legs, almost in a split, hung off either side of the divan.
Jack gazed down at Rosie's exposed asshole. The small puckered opening quivered, seeming to wink up at him as he prepared to force its forbidden portal. Holding the dildo in one hand, he used the other to separate her ass cheeks even wider than her split position left them in. He shoved the head of the enormous rubber cock against the tight sphincter, just rubbing it up and down against the muscle for a moment. Then he began to push. He straightened up as the huge instrument began to slide in past the protesting asshole, and glanced over his shoulder at Dahlia.
It was monstrous. Positioned as she was, Rosie's asshole was in clear view of her lover as she stood manacled to the wall. She watched in rage and terror as the bulbous head of the dildo slowly disappeared from view into the recesses of her lover's intestinal tract Dahlia winced as Rosie emitted a sharp cry of pain at this invasion of her most sacred precincts.
Rosie thought she was dying. Every nerve in her body cried out for relief from the overwhelming pain. She moaned and thrashed about helplessly as Jack slowly insinuated inch after excruciating inch of his devilish device into her. It seemed to go on forever, as Jack pushed the shaft in, then drew it out slightly, only to push it quickly even further in than it had been before.
Jack watched in fascination as he shoved the black leather shaft of the dildo ever further into Rosie's tortured anus. Six, then eight, then ten inches of the artificial prick disappeared into the poor girl's rectum. At that point he stopped. The last two inches of the long shaft protruded from her stretched and pained asshole, just barely jutting out from the cleavage of her ass.
He flipped the girl over on her back. She screamed in agony as the dildo in her intestine was pushed violently against her vitals from within. Then he pulled her down so that her ass hung from the edge of the divan, much as Barbara's had an eternity before in the corridor. This position was a little more comfortable for the terrified girl, and her cries gradually subsided, giving way to low moans of pain.
Now Jack reached into the jar of lubricant and spread the oily substance liberally over his pulsating rod. He sat down on the floor, his legs stretched straight out in front of him, extending under the couch between the carved wood legs. The tip of his prick was directly below Rosie's tempting twat. He could see the dark end of the dildo's shaft where it protruded from her ass, only two inches from his throbbing member.
Rosie was in agony. She could feel every inch of the huge rubber cock as it pressed against her intestinal walls. Now she felt strong hands on her waist, slowly drawing her down, her back arching as it slowly moved off the edge of the divan. She felt something warm pressing at the lips of her young pouting pussy, then gasped as Jack pulled her down full force onto the head of his thrusting cock. The movement jarred the dildo in her asshole, but the real pain, the excruciating shock, came as Jack impatiently jerked her pussy against his straining cock and ruptured her intact maidenhead.
Jack frowned at the obstruction to his entry, and pulled even harder. He felt a flood of warm liquid flow into his pubic hair, bathing his throbbing shaft Looking down, he saw a river of blood flowing from his tortured victim's cunt.
"Well, I'll be," he grinned, glancing over at Dahlia where she stood, white faced, enraged. "So you got her before she even got a taste of cock! That must have made you pretty proud. Well, I'm sure going to make up for lost time now!"
He lunged upward, burying his cock to the hilt in Rosie's warm flesh, eliciting new cries of pain from his victim. He was like a mad bull. He could feel the hard, unyielding shaft of the dildo in her ass through the thin membrane that separated the two orifices. As he moved slowly in and out of Rosie's cunt, the dildo seemed to perform a sensual massage on the sensitive nerves running along the bottom of the head of his cock.
Rosie began to feel a strange tingling in her loins. The rubbing of Jack's cock against the rears of her vaginal passage was weirdly exciting as it pressed against the dildo shoved in her tender rectum. She felt as though her entire pelvis were stuffed with enormous cocks, and moaned in pain at the same time that her pussy began to pulse and exude sweet juices of love.
Dahlia watched in horror. Attempting to tear her eyes away from the loathsome spectacle, she glanced about the shop, only to see the other members of Jack's gang observing their leader's lust with rapt attention, gently masturbating themselves as they did so. 'Oh, when will this torture end,' she thought. In her mind she cursed the governor, the mayor, the warden, and all the men of this world who were responsible for the debasement of her young love.
Slowly, Rosie began to overcome the pain of her dual penetration. She seemed adrift in a world of pleasure; there was no mad rapist in her cunt, no drooling gallery of spectators to her depraved situation, no tender lover shackled helpless only feet from her body. There was only the warm, moist feeling of stimulation against all the membranes of her pelvis. Slowly she began to rock up and down on Jack's questing prick, relishing the feeling of union between the fleshy cock in her cunt and the rubber one in her rear passage.
Jack could feel his balls demanding release for their heavy load of jism. He redoubled his pace, delighted when his victim began to squirm in time to his thrusting movements. She became like an extension of his throbbing member. He reached up to her heaving tits as she leaned back on her palms above his, running his fingers lightly along the arc of their lush undersides, relishing the silky smoothness of the sweat-covered creamy flesh. He ran his hands down her flanks and under her hanging buttocks and began to slowly undulate the handle of the huge dildo in her ass, eliciting fresh gaps of pleasure from the girl. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back between her shoulders, lost in a world of sensual excitement and enchantment, her every nerve a-tingle, with vibrant ecstasy.
"AAAHHHhhhhhhh," she cried out in a primeval savage shriek of release. Electric shocks ran up and down her abused body as she reached the most drawn-out, painfully ecstatic climax of her short life. She reveled in the frantic pumping of her tormentor as he pulled her torso up, then let it slap down over his cock, up and down, up and down, in an insane frenetic rhythm of lust.
It was coming. Jack could feel the first spasm of release as it traveled up the shaft of his cock and tingled almost painfully in the swollen head. He picked up his pace even more, thrusting and grunting his way toward orgasm.
Like a fleshy see-saw, Jack and Rosie bucked and writhed in an insane rhythm of lust. The sweat dripped from their bodies and collect in pools on the floor, soaking the upholstery of the divan. With one final lunge, Jack shot his load, ejaculating wildly into the recesses of Rosie's vagina as the obsessed teenager, shuddered with spasm after spasm of her second orgasm in as many minutes. It was too much for her. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she fell back against the divan in a dead faint, oblivious of the pain as her fall drove the huge dildo even further into her intestines.
Jack sat for a moment spent and exhausted. Then he slowly climbed to his feet reached down and extracted the rubber cock from the unconscious girl's rear passage. He walked shakily over to where Dahlia stood against the wall, white-faced, and rubbed it under her nose.
"See, you dikey bitch. That's what a man can do with the proper equipment. He reached back and slapped her hard across the face, dropped the dildo at her feet, and turned to his followers, most of whom were sitting with pools of come on the floor at their feet.
"All right, boys. Let's all go and get into our Sunday best Ross, you and Ron take these cunts and lock them with the others. We're going to have important visitors soon, and I have to get ready to greet them properly."
CHAPTER TEN
Rosie and Dahlia lay huddled together in a corner of the reformatory dispensary. From the opposite corner they could hear the low moans of Captain Bursk. Three naked members of Dahlia's team knelt beside him, but the round buttocks and firm curve breasts of the young maidens held no interest for the burly guard. He lay on his stomach, his back a horror of cuts and welts. One girl cradled his head in her lap as he groaned and whimpered into her golden muff. The other two bent over his tortured back, rubbing first aid cream into his wounds. It was lucky for Kenny that the gang had chosen the work block dispensary as their prison.
Rosie was filled with guilt and shame. Her asshole, stretched to its limits by the huge dildo Jack had forced up it, was sore, and ached every time she moved her shapely legs. Dahlia held the younger girl's head cradled tight against her lush tits and crooned softly into her lover's ear.
"Don't worry, dear. It's all over now. That hideous young man has gone to talk to the authorities. It's only a matter of a little time now, and we'll be out of here." Dahlia's words displayed a confidence she did not herself feel. If the authorities had let them get into this situation, how could she trust them to get the captives out?
As if echoing Dahlia's inner feelings, the iron door to the dispensary swung open, and two of Jack's gang entered. They swept their cruel eyes across the sea of voluptuous naked bodies in the room appraisingly. Seeing the two lovely girls by themselves in the corner, they grinned at each other and crossed the room, first locking the door behind them. The taller of the two, a black boy, stared down at the top of Rosie's head. His white companion looked straight into Dahlia's widened eyes.
"I'll take the young one," said the black boy. "From the way she carried on with Jack, she's a real hot number."
"All right, Joe," his slighter companion agreed. "The big one is plenty woman enough for me."
Without further conversation, the two thugs unbuckled and unzipped their jeans and dropped their pants to the floor. Dahlia stared at the two limp cocks in front of her.
"OK, lady, get your little friend up, and quick. You two are going to suck our cocks, and you'd better make it good." He glowered at Dahlia threateningly, his ebony features displaying not a trace of mercy.
Rosie gasped as her head was pulled from Dahlia's comforting breast by the grasp of two cruel hands in her long blonde hair. She opened her eyes to stare at the head of a long, snaky black cock, still limp, but slowly stiffening. 'Oh, no,' she thought. 'No more. Haven't they done enough to me?' But she moved her head toward the organ, following the inexorable pressure at the back of her head. Thoroughly cowed, she opened her mouth and sucked the entire length of the cock into her, feeling the organ stiffen perceptibly as she did so.
"Now suck it, white bitch," her new tormentor demanded. "Suck it hard." Rosie obeyed, feeling the cock slowly grow in length until she was forced to back off from it as it threatened to force its way down her throat and choke her. The black man standing before her began to move his hips back and forth in primitive rhythm, moving his cock in and out of her mouth, reveling in the sensations of saliva gathering around the shaft, of the swollen head moving in and out of her clutching lips. He could feel the stimulation of every nerve in his prick as his captive's tongue lapped around and around his throbbing shaft He moaned low in his throat, reached down to her shoulders, under her armpits, and pulled her arms up, cupping her small dainty hands around his huge hanging balls. He squeezed her fingers together around the sack, then removed his hands and groaned as the subdued girl continued the light rhythmic pressure to his testicles.
Rosie sucked at the swollen cock in her mouth. She continued to lightly finger the black man's balls, feeling his tension mount as he came closer and closer to the orgasm he sought. Opening her eyes, she could see Dahlia next to her, sucking wildly on the cock of the young white boy, could see the saliva-covered shaft as it frothed in and out of her lover's luscious red lips. 'Oh,' she thought, 'how can things ever be the same between us after this terrible day?' She continued to suck, running her tongue languorously around the huge pulsing head of the black cock as it made its way to the back of her throat, then returned to just touch her gripping lips before repeating its lustful journey.
Dahlia's mind was racing as she lapped and sucked at the creamy white prick that had invaded her mouth. These two obviously had been posted as guards over the dispensary while their leader went to confer with the authorities. An idea struck her. She moaned into the boy's prick, pretending to be carried away by passion. Reaching her hands up, she began to stroke the boy's dangling balls, cupping them in her palms, rolling them with her fingers. She moved her hands back and squeezed his firm, hard buttocks, running her finger between them to brush against his asshole. Her captor moaned in ecstasy. 'I was right,' he thought 'This is one hot piece.'
Continuing her passionate lapping at his cock, Dahlia began to run her hands up and down the back of his muscular thighs, expertly squeezing the clumps of muscle that stood out, strong and tense. She ran her fingers into the tender concavity behind the kneecap, then continued with her sensuous massage, kneading the muscles in his calves, pressing her fingers around his ankles.
The boy moaned aloud. This was too much! Never had any woman shown such an expert knowledge of his body, and how to excite it His fierce thrustings became faster, his breath came in pants as he felt his balls urging him to new heights of passion, struggling to unleash the load of hot come that was churning in his dangling scrotum.
Dahlia worked her hand down the back of the young hoodlum's feet, then pressed them palms down against the floor to hold her weight as she moved her torso forward, forcing the cock in her mouth even further down her stuffed throat. Slowly she began to inch her hands toward the pockets of his prison jeans. As the thrusts of the prick in her mouth began to speed up to a frantic pace, her hand encountered a hard object in the back pocket of the pants crumpled on the floor. Slowly, carefully, she extracted it, feeling the cold metal of a revolver in her hand.
Just then, the white boy began to moan and groan uncontrollably, forcing his cock in and out of her warm mouth at an insane pace, throwing his head back in ecstasy as spurt after spurt of hot, sticky come shot into Dahlia's grasping, sucking mouth.
The black boy was also near his climax. He moved with redoubled fury, driving his ebony shaft in and out of Rosie's hot, gripping lips, feeling the sensuous lubrication of her saliva. Suddenly, he pulled out and began to jerk his cock up and down with his hand as spasm after spasm of lust shook his frame and a great geyser of come shot from the head to land all over Rosie's upturned face. He sighed in satisfaction and release, then turned to see how his companion was doing, and stared right into the barrel of the .357 magnum that Dahlia held unwaveringly in both hands.
"I should shoot your balls off for that," Dahlia said in a low voice filled with hate, "but I won't descend to your level. What you are going to do is lick every drop of that disgusting slime from that little girl's face. Now!" she growled, pointing the gun at him without taking her eyes from his companion.
The black leaned down, sticking his tongue out, and began to lap at the globules of come all over Rosie's beautiful cheeks, lips, eyelids, and nose. He wanted to go for the gun in his jeans, but he knew what a .357 such as Dahlia could do to a man; even if she missed a vital spot, she'd blow a hole in him you could put your fist through.
When the black boy had thoroughly cleaned Rosie's face, Dahlia motioned her two captives with her gun to move over to the other side of the room. "Lie down and put your hands on your head," she commanded.
Reaching over to where the black boy had stepped out of his jeans, Dahlia removed his .38 Police Special from the pocket.
"Barbara! Rosie! Tie those two up. Girls, let's get ready. We have an appointment with the governor!"
In the corridor outside the door to the work block, Jack Rivers was in his glory. Seated at a table covered with microphones, two of his gang at his shoulders, he was giving a press conference.
"We did not take this action lightly," he intoned. "The conditions under which young people are imprisoned in this state at something out of the middle ages, and it's time the public found out about it" Jack paused, looking down at his prepared speech before going on. A news reporter interrupted him.
"What about your hostages? Are they safe?"
"The young ladies and Captain Bursk are being cared for in the best manner possible under the siege conditions we find ourselves in." He lowered his eyes to his speech again, then glanced up as he heard a loud collective gasp from the assembled media people and dignitaries. They were all staring at something behind him. He turned his head and gaped, dropping his jaw in surprise and terror.
The door to the work block was wide open. Along the corridor he could see the supine bodies of seven of his followers, trussed like Thanksgiving turkeys. But the biggest shock was the vision of Dahlia Peterson and her girls' softball team. They were strung out in a line on either side of the outside of the doorway, dressed in the ripped tatters of their uniforms, the odd breast or pubic bush peeking out from where his boys had torn the material. Dahlia herself stood, legs spread wide, in the doorway, a pistol at the ready in each hand, pointing them both at the backs of the leaders of the rebellion. Slowly, resigned, Jack and his two lieutenants raised their hands.
"Mr. Wynant," Dahlia said, "your reformatory is again secure. I think you better send for a doctor for Captain Bursk. He's sustained some rather painful injuries. Now my girls and I are going home. Later today I shall call a conference and discuss the treatment we received at the hands of these poor abused young men. I shall also have a few things to say about the security of this institution, and the caliber of its staff."
Dahlia handed her guns to two guards who stepped forward to take charge of the prisoners. As reformatory personnel led Jack and his gang away, she put a protective arm around Rosie's shoulder and wearily led her championship girls' softball team out of the building to their waiting bus, pursued by media people jabbering incoherent questions.
As the weary team members sat back against the cushions of their seats on the bus, Dahlia stood behind the driver's seat and addressed them.
"Now girls, we've had a horrifying experience here today. But I think on the whole we've held together rather well." She reached down and stroked the hair of Barbara where she sat, sobbing quietly." We won't be able to forget these last few hours, but let's stick together like a team. I'll see to it that none of you are bothered by the press. Any information they want will come from me, and none of it will reflect badly on any of you." She looked down for a moment, gazing deeply into the big blue eyes of her young love. Rosie looked back with love and admiration for this strong woman. Turning again to the team members, Dahlia concluded: "Now, let's all relax on the ride back home. And be sure to get to bed early tonight. We've got our first game next week, and I want every one of you ready for a tough practice first thing in the morning!"
Dahlia could feel a relaxation of tension on the bus as it slowly drove out through the iron gates of the reformatory. She sighed as Rosie sleepily lay her head on the teacher's welcoming shoulder. Well, at least the season couldn't get any rougher!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dahlia Peterson sat at her dining room table on the afternoon following the hideous ordeal at the reformatory. In front of her on the table were spread the afternoon editions of the city newspapers. The headlines screamed at her: REFORMATORY LEADER TELLS ALL; Coach of Girls' Team Homosexual. The story that followed was the reason that Dahlia sat numbly at the table, staring into space. Her life was now effectively ruined. Three years of hard work, self-denial and struggle, all down the tubes because of her all-too obvious passion for one of her students. She sighed and stood up, walking toward the bedroom. Better just to pack and leave right now than face the inquisition that was sure to ensue from the story. Perhaps in another city, far away, she could build a new life.
As she crossed the living room, she was startled by the buzzing of her doorbell. 'Oh, lord,' she thought. 'Don't tell me it's starting already.' With a sigh of resignation, she crossed to the door and opened it. Rosie Trivet stood framed in the doorway.
"Oh, Dahlia," she cried, moving forward to embrace her teacher lover. "What are we to do now?" The young girl's face was puffed from weeping, her cheeks streaked with tears. Dahlia looked down affectionately and held her close.
"Rosie," she said, "I'm going away." The teenager shuddered in her arms at the words.
"Oh, no, Dahlia. You can't do that. I'll die if you go. Please say you won't leave me."
"I'm sorry, Rosie. But after this afternoon's papers, I'll never be able to keep my job here. Why, I could even go to jail for corrupting the morals of a minor!"
"Then I'll go with you!"
"No, Rosie. It's better that you stay. In time, people will forget about this, and you can lead a normal life again."
"Normal life! On the way over here, I could see people looking at me, whispering things. When I got off the bus, one man even ran his hands over my bottom! These people won't forget. Please let me go with you. I can't stay here!"
Dahlia stood holding her lover in the open doorway for a moment, deep in thought. She pushed the door closed with her foot and led the teenager to the bedroom. They sat together at the side of the bed, tenderly holding hands.
"I'll tell you what, Rosie. It's not going to be easy for me now. I have to find a new city to live in, find a new job. It won't be easy to find someplace where they haven't heard about this. And I certainly won't be able to get a reference from the school system here. I'll have to go into a different line of work altogether." She paused for a moment. Rosie looked at her questioningly.
"But I'll tell you what. You stay here for now while I go and get established somewhere. When I've got a job, someplace to live, and a new life worked out for myself, I'll send for you, and we can be together again."
"Oh, Dahlia!" The voluptuous teen hugged her lover tightly. "Do you mean it? You're not saying that just to be rid of me?"
Dahlia put her arms around the young girl and caressed her curved back. She ran her hands up and down her flanks, reaching up to cup the jutting, rose-tipped breasts. Tenderly, she lowered her lips to Rosie's and kissed her, lightly running her tongue along the younger girl's lips.
"Do you think I could ever lie to you. You mean everything to me. It'll be hard for both of us. But we'll make it, no matter what!"
As Dahlia spoke, Rosie languorously lay down flat on the bed, closing her eyes as she listened to Dahlia's protestations of love. She reached up and grabbed the older woman's hand, drawing her down beside her. They embraced, gluing their lips together as their tongues dueled lustfully. For the moment they forgot all their troubles, past present and future as their body temperatures rose. Rosie put her hands on Dahlia's pert, upturned tits and softly kneaded them, feeling the nipples rise against her palms. She stroked the teacher's flanks, moving her hands down to cup the round, firm buttocks through the fabric of Dahlia's skirt.
"Oh, Rosie," Dahlia breathed, running her tongue into the girl's ear. "What am I going to do without you?" Unhurriedly, she began to undress the teenager, worshipfully unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off. Rosie wore no bra, and the erect nipples of her full breasts stared, up at the teacher. She lowered her head to them, sucking their fullness into her yearning mouth, nipping them with her perfect teeth. She moved her hands down and unzipped Rosie's skirt, sliding it from her creamy thighs. It fell in a crumpled heap on the carpets as Dahlia's questing hands moved under the elastic band of the young girl's panties, entangling her fingers in the golden pubic hair, then moving gently downward, stroking the quivering lips of Rosie's cunt. The young girl moaned, wriggling her full buttocks against the bed spread as her passion mounted. She moved her own delicate hands up under Dahlia's skirt. The teacher wore no underwear, and Rosie's fingers trailed lightly and lovingly over the firm flesh of Dahlia's round ass cheeks, just barely touching the fine hairs that grew along the crack between them.
Dahlia stood and quickly shucked off her clothing. She leaned down and removed Rosie's panties so that both girls were naked, having already stepped out of their shoes. The disgraced teacher gazed in mixed adoration and lust at the glory of her young lover's nubile body.
With a choked cry of passion, Dahlia lowered herself upon Rosie's receptive frame, grinding her own pubic mound against that of her lover. Forgotten for the moment was the abject humiliation and degradation of the previous day. The two women embraced each other, kissing with wild abandon, pressing their tits against each others' heaving chests as they both felt their tender pussies start to burn as love juices moistened them and their passion rose.
Dahlia pulled herself from Rosie's body and lay perpendicular to the girl as she ran her lips down her chin, over her distended nipples. Nipping, kissing, and licking, she ran her mouth over the gentle rise of Rosie's belly, reaching the silky down of her pubic hair. She hunched herself up on the bed, placing her knees on either side of Rosie's head as she dipped her face down between the teenager's creamy thighs and glued her lips to Rosie's pouting pussy. She could feel her lover's hands reach up to grasp her buttocks, pulling her pelvis down, beginning the gentle lapping of love against Dahlia's fiery cunt.
The two young women were lost in the symphony of lust. Their mouths and tongues worked wildly. They gasped in unison as each inserted her tongue sinuously into the other's cunt. As one, they worked their tongues around and around the interiors of each others' pussies, feeling their passions rise to a fever pitch.
Their motions were frantic as they writhed and wriggled on the bed. Rosie raised her arms to clutch at Dahlia's pendulous breasts where they swung free above her belly, tweaking and squeezing the blood-engorged nipples, running her fingers around the delicate curves of creamy, firm flesh until Dahlia moaned uncontrollably.
Dahlia forced her hands under the young girl's buttocks, pushing them together and up, trying in this last moments of passion to get the young girl's pussy into her mouth as fully as possible. Her lips completely covered Rosie's pouting pussy lips as her tongue worked madly inside, sliding silkily around the vaginal walls, then moving wildly up to the rising button of the young girl's clit, nipping at it, feeling it become even stiffer as more and more blood surged into the passionate button of love. She gasped and moaned again as Rosie followed suit in her own dripping cunt.
The two bodies moved as one, a set piece of lust that moved up and down in tandem, uttering little squeals of delight at each new oral manifestation of love. Rosie moved her hands slowly up and down Dahlia's back, running her fingers down the teacher's curved spine, eliciting moans of pleasure from the older woman.
Dahlia felt as though every inch of her body had become an erogenous zone. How could she ever leave this perfect lover?
"OHHhhh ... " Rosie moaned as she felt the heat and ecstasy of orgasms begin to take over her body, driving thought and reason from her mind as she bucked up against Dahlia's clinging lips with all her adolescent strength.
"Ahhhhhhhh ..." Dahlia could feel her pussy begin the taut and rapid contractions of fulfilled love. Rosie's tongue was moving in insane little circles, darting in and out of her cunt, licking madly at her erect clitoris as her hands continued their gentle probing of her spinal column, seeming to trace with her fingers the hot waves of lust that travelled up and down her frantically writhing frame.
Suddenly, the two women seemed to rise as one, almost levitating their bodies from the bed as spasm after spasm of orgasmic heat overpowered them, endowing them with new strength. Their lust overpowered them, endowing them with new strength. They bucked up and down, feeling their passions rise toward climax. It was the best that had ever been. If only it could go on forever, or they could die now, having tasted the fruits of paradise together.
They peaked then, in perfect harmony, running their hands up and down each others' bodies as if trying to seal a permanent impression in their fingertips of every square inch of them.
The two women shrieked into each others' pussies as they felt the final, almost unbearable, pleasure of orgasm take over their quivering bodies. As they began to descend from the heights of sexual ecstasy, their movements slowed. They continued to rock back and forth for a few moments, savoring the final taste of love juice from their pussies, until they lay sprawled together in lovers' union on the bed motionless.
Dahlia lay as if in a daze, lightly stroking the lovely body of the girl under her, her mouth still only inches from Rosie's twitching, sopping cunt. Her mind raced. Slowly she sat up and moved over, sitting in a yoga position by Rosie's head, her dripping pussy boldly exposed to her lover's adoring gaze. She looked down affectionately into Rosie's eyes.
"You're right, darling. I can never let you go. Would you really be willing to suffer with me through the dark days ahead?"
Without hesitation, the teenager nodded her head enthusiastically.
"Well, then, I guess I'll have to take you with me. Now, here's what I want you to do. Go home and pack a bag. Don't take anything you don't need. Write a note to your parents. Make it good. Tell them that you can no longer stand to live here with the shame of your corruption. Describe me as a monster who forced you into a life of perversion. Tell them that you're going to New York to build a new life."
"But, Dahlia. I can't forsake you like that! Why can't I just tell the truth?"
"Because you're a minor, dear, and they're going to be looking for us both. Now, I'll give you some money. You'll take a bus for San Francisco and get a room. I'll have to do the really hard part. I'll have to stay here and put up with things for a few weeks so no one will suspect that we're going off together. When I think it's safe for me to join you, I'll send you a letter care of General Delivery, San Francisco Post Office, and tell you when and where to meet me. Don't write me here, no matter what. They'll probably be watching my mail. Now, you'd better get dressed and go home."
Dahlia watched as the young girl put on her clothes, slowly hiding her delectable body. It was going to be hard, very hard. But it would be worth it. As she solemnly handed Rosie her travel money and tenderly kissed her adieu, she was already planning the wonderful life they would lead in San Francisco.
