Domination is a delightful position to be in, many prison guards feel. For, in their position of authority, they can force their tragic victim to do their bidding.
Our story concerns a young girl who got in with the wrong people, and found out how important it is to know a person's background before forming an association. Her lack of inquisitiveness in her developing relationship with a strange man ultimately cost her dearly.
On the surface the man appeared to be charming and gracious, certainly not the type of individual the naive young woman would have anticipated to be linked with trouble.
The girl succumbed all too easily to his charms and agreed to accompany him by plane to Mazatlan, Mexico, happy that she had found a charming companion and was getting a free trip to Mexico.
But trouble lurked behind the deceptively carefree facade. The girl's companion was linked to drug traffic, and when he was found in possession of drugs in Mexico, the innocent victim of circumstance was tried along with her new friend.
Her bad luck accentuates when she is tried and convicted of drug possession and is sent to prison.
When the lusty prison guards get an eyeful of a highly attractive young woman they react like a pack of hungry wolves. The girl becomes their helpless victim, forced to yield submissively to their every lurid request. The more that she puts out, the greater that their appetites are whetted as she is thrown into a whirlpool of crazed lust and sadistic desire.
And through it all she feels helplessly trapped.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Connie was proud of her beautiful body. As she stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror, she could see her well-formed bosoms. The nipples became taut and erect as she imagined her high school lover, Craig, making love to her. However, her mother had warned her about playing around and she was determined not to let Craig get inside of her. Glancing down at her fur-trimmed triangle she could see she was beautiful all over. Gently patting her vagina she thought to herself it was a shame that she was not able to give Craig what he desired so hungrily.
Her mother was calling to her now and she knew she couldn't waste anymore time.
Hastily drying herself off, she hurried downstairs to breakfast.
"Your graduation day should be the most wonderful day of your life," her mother told her.
Connie kissed her mother affectionately.
"I appreciate all you and dad have done for me," she told her.
After a quick breakfast, Connie went back upstairs to brush and comb her hair. She wanted to look her best.
The graduation went off as planned. After graduation Craig wanted her to go with him to a dance her friends were having. However, on the way to the dance Craig wanted to take a detour by a motel. Looking into his dark eyes the young, blonde girl tried to make him realize she couldn't do what he wanted.
"If I did that I couldn't look at myself in the mirror tomorrow morning," she explained.
It really burned Craig up to hear Connie talk like this. He could tell that as far as she was concerned sex was dirty. And that is what disgusted him most of all.
"All right, if you won't let me have sex with you," he shrugged, "at least let me look at you. I've seen almost everything you've got in your bikini. But I want to see you nude so bad."
The hot-blooded, young, high school boy looked at his young sweetheart hungrily. It was all Connie could do to tell him no. But she knew she had to if she was going to maintain any semblance of decency. At least that was what her mother had told her. She mumbled nervously about not wanting to hurt him and in the process got Craig more angry than ever.
"You're about the only girl in high school who won't give a guy a piece of ass," he said bluntly.
At this point Connie was crying.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
He didn't say anymore about going to the motel until they had gone to the graduation dance. Returning home, however, he made another pitch.
"There are a lot of things I could teach you," he told her.
Connie listened to him carefully. It seemed as if he was so sincere that she would be missing out on a very good thing if she didn't at least give him a chance to express himself sexually. Yet there was always that nudging feeling that she was going to do the wrong thing. Finally she was able to throw off the fears that her mother would find out and she told Craig that if he would promise never to tell anyone, she would agree, just this one time.
Craig was thrilled and excited. His erect penis throbbed in his tight-fitting pants, and as she glanced at his bulging crotch, she could see how aroused he had become. It almost frightened her. She had felt that huge prick pressing against her when he would kiss her passionately. She had to restrain him as she was certain he was pressing against her rhythmically on a couple of occasions.
When they did get to the motel, Connie almost got cold feet.
"I don't think we should go through with it," she" blurted.
It was too late to talk that way. Her young lover was so hot now he could barely control himself.
"Damn it, you're not backing out now," Craig said angrily as he got out of the car, slammed the door, walked into the motel and signed a fictional name.
When he came out, Connie sat there frozen with fear. The terrible emotional whirlpool that her mind had become was reflected in her troubled blue eyes. However, Craig felt as though she would be leading him on if she didn't follow through with what she had promised. He didn't say a word, but merely looked straight ahead, gunned the engine, and went to the back of the motel. It didn't take him long to find a parking spot. Going into the motel room, it was all he could do to control himself.
"I'll bet you would think I was an awful person if I said I didn't want to go through with it," Connie shrugged.
Craig glared at her. He didn't have to say a thing, for she immediately understood what he was thinking. She got out of the car and slammed the door behind her, following Craig quietly, not wanting to make any more fuss.
Immediately Craig undressed. It didn't take him long before he was on the bed. Stretching out on the bed, he looked up at her longingly.
"You're a fantastic girl," he told her.
"You've just got a hard-on," she said tartly.
Craig didn't like her speaking to him in a demeaning manner.
"What's wrong with that?" he asked, slipping out of his shorts and revealing his huge, throbbing penis to her gaze.
Realizing she had to undress and how anxious he was to see her, she still had hopes she could stop him.
At this point she began undressing. When he saw her remove her blouse, he was encouraged. For she wasn't wearing any bra. Her lovely, fresh, young bosoms stood out in all of their splendor.
Craig instantly saw that her nipples had become erect. This got him all the more aroused and excited. He could see through her sheer panties a wisp of pubic hair. If she only would pull her panties down. When she hesitated as she put her hands to her hips, he went over and tore them off. That triggered her response. She couldn't stand it. She ran shrieking from the motel room as if he was trying to rape her. Craig threw a towel around his waist and grabbed her. He was fearful now. He didn't want to have her charge him with rape.
"All right, damn it," he told her reluctantly, "get your clothes on. I don't want to do it to you."
Silently she went back into the motel room. Fortunately she hadn't gotten very far before he overtook her. A couple of people who were walking by noticed what was happening, but no one got into the fray. Craig figured he was lucky that she hadn't cried, "Rape!" Once she was dressed and both of them were back in the car, he didn't say a word.
"I suppose you will think I'm crazy," Connie confessed.
Craig looked at her and didn't say a word.
"Say something to me," Connie begged.
Craig was thinking. He was thinking that he'd made a big mistake in trying to force the issue with Connie. Apparently she was fearful of any sexual involvement. It certainly would be foolish on his part to try to force the issue.
"Ohhh, Craig," she begged him frantically, "you won't ever see me again, will you?"
Craig still said nothing as he pulled up to the driveway in front of her house.
"Forgive me," Connie told him.
Craig could see that she was caught in the terrible frustration of trying to please her mother and trying to assist him at the same time. Her own identity had been lost in her mother's domination.
"I'll see you later, Connie," he told her finally, recognizing that she was about to burst into tears.
He didn't want any sobbing scene and he thought it better to handle it this way.
When she got inside the house her mother was immediately suspicious that something was wrong.
"The dance ended a long time ago," her mother said. "Your girl friend Joyce called up to talk to you. She told me that she saw you leave with Craig. Where were you?"
At this point Connie couldn't take anymore. The young blond-haired girl with the gentle blue eyes snapped in anger, "None of your fucking business."
Her mother glared angrily at her.
"You don't talk to me like that, young lady," she said defiantly. "Just because you graduated from high school doesn't mean that you are grown up yet."
Connie stood there trembling. She was fearful she had lost Craig completely. She knew how many girls in high school were carrying on. Connie was aware that she had tormented Craig at one point by agreeing to give him what he wanted. Pulling it away from him had probably given him mental anguish and suffering. He would hate her. Her mother was still standing there, demanding an apology.
"If you expect to live around here," she told her, "you've got to apologize for your conduct. And I want to know where you've been."
Connie suddenly realized she couldn't continue like this.
"I don't have to tell you anything," she snapped defiantly. Tm going to go out on my own. That's a very good idea, Mom."
She realized as never before that she had to go out on her own. Otherwise, she would be forever tied to her mother's morals. She was certain that her mother had a warped and sick view of sex. Her mother had often made a big fuss with her father about carrying on sexually. Connie had heard them argue before the divorce. And it was this situation that made her feel her mother was all loused up.
"You'll find out fast enough what it's like to be on your own," her mother shouted.
"I would rather go through the hell of finding out than go through the hell of living with you," she told her.
Two days later Connie moved away from home. She'd saved eight hundred dollars in a private bank account and that would have to carry her through. She went to visit her girl friend Joyce and tell her of her plans. Joyce listened to her and shook her head gravely.
"You did an awful thing by not making love to Craig," she told her. "Why do you say that?"
"Because when you didn't give him what he wanted, he came over to visit me. And you know what happened?"
Connie was heart broken now. She listened as Joyce revealed what had happened. "I felt it was only natural to give him what he asked for. As a matter-of-fact, he came over to see me right after he'd been over to see you."
Connie bristled to attention. It was strange how she wanted to torment herself by listening to the erotic details of what took place when Craig went to see Joyce.
"What happened?"
"We went for a little ride," Joyce smiled as she continued in a soft voice.
"Did he try to put the make on you?" Connie continued questioning her. "Did he take you to a motel?"
Joyce burst out laughing.
"He was so horny, honey, he couldn't get that far. I gave him a blow job under the steering wheel."
That got Connie angrier than ever.
"I don't care to hear anymore of the sordid details. You're not a real friend, Joyce."
Joyce didn't feel that way at all.
"Just because you have some dirty ideas about sex," she fumed, "is why you lost Craig. I couldn't hang onto him long myself. He was just coming to me because you had turned him away. I hear that he is picking up with Gloria now."
The more Connie listened to what Joyce had to say, the more she understood what a terrible mistake she had made by not giving in to Craig when he cared for her so much. Her mind was a Whirlpool of confusion now.
"What do you plan to do for a living?" Joyce asked her.
"I'm going to try to get a secretarial position," Connie revealed. "I can type over seventy words a minute. And I can take some shorthand, too."
Joyce shook her head grimly.
"It won't help. The secretarial market is overcrowded. Maybe I could help you get a job at the restaurant where I'm working."
It seemed like such a come-down to Connie that Joyce's suggestion got her angry.
"I think I can do a little better."
Joyce understood. She had already made the rounds and discovered she might be lucky to get a job as a waitress.
"In case you don't luck out," she told her, "you can always call on me. I will try to help you."
Connie thanked her. However, she vowed she would never ask Joyce for help.
CHAPTER TWO
After two weeks of not being able to find anything, Connie decided the only sensible thing for her to do was to call up her friend Joyce and see about that waitress job. Throwing her pride away, she called her up.
"Hello, there," Joyce began with a laugh, "I figured you'd call sooner or later."
A couple hours later Joyce and Connie were talking to Nick Dorsey in his office at the restaurant.
"I do need a new night girl," Nick nodded, "but I must have an experienced waitress. What experience have you had, honey?"
Joyce was hoping that Connie would exaggerate a little. But Connie told the truth.
"I've never worked as a waitress," she confessed.
"I'm sorry," Nick shook his head apologetically, "but this job requires someone with background."
Joyce felt sorry for her and immediately picked up the ball.
"Everybody has to start somewhere, Nick," she reminded him, "and I'll teach her all I know. Why don't you give her a break?"
Nick feasted his eyes on the beautiful, young blonde girl. There was something very appetizing and beautiful about her. She certainly would pull in plenty of customers if she turned on the charm, which she possessed in abundance.
"Maybe that would work out for a week or so," Nick finally hedged, "but it would have to be on a temporary basis. You'd have to prove yourself, if you know what I mean."
During the next week Connie did her best to prove herself. It was tiring work and when she quit at midnight, she would take off her shoes and rub her tired feet. One night when Joyce wasn't there to go home with her, Nick volunteered eagerly to drive her home.
"Oh, I can take the bus," Connie said, not wanting to bother him.
"There's no reason to do that," he shook his head.
Nick was a middle-aged man with penetrating brown eyes and hair slightly graying at the temples. He still considered himself quite a Casanova in his own right. When he found a waitress that he felt was very appealing, he often insisted on having sex with her. It was about one week since Connie had started working and he felt as though he could control the situation by suggesting sex. It would be very simple. If she would give in and satisfy his carnal appetites, she could have the job. If she found it difficult, she wouldn't be working.
At first she was fearful when she accepted the offer. But she could hardly turn the boss down.
"I've been watching your work," Nick said with little emotion in his voice, "and you're all right, I guess. By the way, honey, how about giving me a good time tonight?"
Nick's hand was on the young blonde waitress's thigh now.
"I'm tired," she replied quickly.
"Maybe we can relax over drinks somewhere," he suggested, "and then you and me can go to my apartment."
Connie was really nervous now. Finally she was going to have it placed on the line to her. And she didn't know as she could satisfy Nick's sexual desires. In a way she wanted to gain some experience sexually. In another way she was still fond of Craig. Try as she would, she couldn't erase Craig from her mind.
"I'm waiting for your answer," Nick said as he pressed his hand over to her crotch.
"I guess so," she finally agreed.
Nick found a secluded bar and they had a couple of drinks. It did help. When they were back in the car together, it wasn't so difficult now to snuggle up to him.
"Ohhh, baby," Nick said excitedly as he pressed his lips against hers, "you're so beautiful."
Connie reminded him that he was still driving and he would get in an accident if he didn't watch the highway.
Nick drove promptly to his apartment. The moment he walked in the place he turned on the air conditioner and started stripping.
"We sure have been having hot weather," he said.
Connie knew that she was expected to strip, too. She hated to admit she had so little experience. Maybe Nick would secretly laugh at her. The humiliation of being forced to undress before him with her job hanging in the balance further tormented her. Nick wasted no time in getting his clothes off. He was a hairy man with broad shoulders, trim hips and a big stiff swinging between his legs. He came over to her when she hesitated and helped her undress. He saw that her firm bosoms were ripe and ready and he reached down to toy with her silky panties once she'd slipped off her skirt. His hand reached inside and he gently felt her moist womanhood. It was strange how
Nick was getting what Craig had wanted. Perhaps Craig had been too gentle with her. She almost wished that he had forced her into having sex. For she really cared for Craig and Nick held little actual appeal for her.
"Honey, you're hot," he told her.
At this point she was fantasizing. She was thinking of Craig. Connie could almost feel Craig's fingers gently massaging her vagina.
"Baby," he told her, "you're different. You're not like a lot of other girls I've screwed with. You're almost like a virgin.".
The moment he said that, Connie blurted the truth.
"I am a virgin."
Nick's eyes glistened with erotic desire. "Oh, I'm glad to hear that, honey," he told her. "Real glad."
In a few moments they were lying naked on the bed together. Nick was eager to explore her beautiful body. Reaching to her supple bosoms he gently flicked the erect nipples with his probing finger tips. And then he brought his sweating body close to hers. He used one hand to massage one bosom, while his quick red tongue worked energetically on the other. It got Connie so excited that she had to reach down and gently insert her finger in her pink velvety slit. She massaged the erect clitoris to stimulate herself even more. And then she looked at Nick's gigantic cock. It was hard now. It was the longest penis she had ever seen.
"I want you to play with it," he told her.
Reaching down, she placed her hand on his rigid, male member. When she didn't instantly start pulling on it, he realized that perhaps she actually was a virgin. For she seemed to know very little about sex.
"Pull up and down on it," he suggested.
Grasping his long main-stem firmly she began pulling on his hard, thick, throbbing penis.
"That's how I like it," he told her. "Just like that. Ohhh, baby, keep pulling on it."
She began jerking up and down with rapid-fire movements. His huge cock became more engorged and enflamed.
"Now I'm gonna stick it in you," he said as he straddled her.
She watched as he slowly inserted his throbbing, male member into her womanhood.
"I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you good," he told her.
His bloated hard cock shoved in her with deep, penetrating prick stabs. She reached up to grip his behind as he plowed into her with hard, driving force.
Her womanhood responded to him. Connie's legs were thrown around Nick's legs. Nick could tell she was excited now. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her nipples were erect as they brushed back and forth against his hairy chest. But what he loved most of all was the tightness of her wet vagina. And then he realized she was a virgin, for he was busting her cherry.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged him passionately.
He pumped it in her with deep, penetrating cock stabs. Her vagina muscles gripped his sliding, thrusting tool and squeezed. At the same time her hands clasped his bare ass cheeks.
"I love it, I love it," Nick cried excitedly.
Connie had mixed feelings. A part of her wanted to please and satisfy Nick. But there was another side of her that was troubled. She knew she was doing something that had been forbidden. And this memory made it difficult to enjoy it completely.
It didn't take long for Nick to reach a hot, juicy climax. His blazing sperm flowed freely in her. This was the kind of erotic sexual adventure that always pleased him. When he pulled his now satisfied penis from her and looked down at her trembling, naked body, he realized she was just a child. And it almost made him feel guilty.
The next day when she was at work with Joyce, she could hardly wait to reveal what had happened to her.
"I've got something to tell you," she whispered at one point in the evening.
"What about?" Joyce asked eagerly.
When Connie said the word, "Nick," Joyce knew already. For Nick had invaded her young womanhood.
That evening after work, Joyce told Connie that it was a good thing it had happened.
"You can't go on being a kid all of your life. You had to grow up sometime. I guess it might as well begin with Nick as with anybody. He's really a good sort."
At this point Joyce was eager to suggest something to Connie, but she didn't know whether she could trust her or not.
"It's hard making money that way, isn't it?" she finally blurted.
Connie agreed. "My feet are tired," she told her. "All that walking back and forth. I wish some of those people who are always asking me for one thing or another had to go running for it the way I do. I'll bet it would cut their requests down."
Joyce wanted Connie to listen to her when she wasn't driving. She suggested they have coffee together. They went to a late-night restaurant and over coffee Connie told her what she had been doing on the side lately.
"I've been making my beauty pay off. There are guys who will pay for it. Nick isn't one of them, dear."
This bothered Connie. The last thing she wanted to do was sell herself. The fact that Nick hadn't given her anything made her feel as though it couldn't be all wrong. After all, she had reasoned, it was just two people expressing themselves together in bed sexually. But if she had ever charged for it, she knew what that would categorize her to be.
"Wipe that frown off your face," Joyce insisted. "There's nothing wrong with getting a little bread for going to bed."
Connie listened carefully as Joyce explained her way of looking at it.
"So you please him and he pleases you. I've found it very easy sometimes. Of course, the kinky characters demand more, but they pay more."
Connie was unfamiliar with all of the sexual words that Joyce was using.
"What's kinky? she demanded.
"That's when a cat only gets excited when you do something different. You know, like slap his ass with a belt while he jacks off."
This was rather startling to Connie.
"You mean, you don't even have to let him put it in you?"
Shaking her head, Joyce's eyes lit up.
"That's what I'm telling you. It's easy. I mean, you just sit there bare-ass naked and whip his butt while he jacks it. And you pick up the bread. Nothing to it. Only you don't tell people about it."
Connie was beginning to understand plenty about Joyce and her high living.
"That car you said your father got you?" she asked her. Connie waited now as Joyce made up her mind whether or not she should reveal everything.
"All right," Joyce shrugged, "so I earned it. I mean, I had to explain how I got it and I knew that if I told you the truth you might get the wrong idea."
Connie realized Joyce had refused to tell the truth because she'd get the right idea.
"How much do they pay for it?"
"To turn a blow-job trick is twenty bucks," she explained. "But if you give a guy everything at an all-night stand, it's a hundred bucks. That's really the way to fly."
It didn't take long for Connie's cash-register mind to figure out that it might prove to be a very profitable deal to peddle herself.
"You know, you might have something there," she agreed.
"I've got a guy I'd like to introduce you to," Joyce smiled. "He's seen you at the restaurant."
Connie couldn't help wonder if Joyce had been thinking of this all the time. Maybe that was the reason why she wanted her to work at the restaurant with her.
"I guess you feel guilty, Joyce," Connie told her flatly, "and you would feel less guilty if I was doing the same thing. Am I right?"
That got Joyce angry.
"You couldn't be more wrong," she told her bluntly. "I don't feel guilty over a thing. I am doing what I want to. All I want to do is help you. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Connie sipped her coffee slowly, realizing that perhaps Joyce was right. It wouldn't hurt anybody if she did give them some erotic entertainment. The idea of getting a hundred bucks for whipping a guy's bare butt while he jerked off his penis, appealed to her. She wouldn't even have to get involved with him. She could be a bystander just watching some kinky character get his kicks.
"What do you say?" Joyce finally blurted.
By now Connie was amenable to the suggestion.
"All right," she agreed. "I can try it out. I'm not saying I think it is right, but it wouldn't hurt."
Joyce was pleased. For she had been told by Fred, who found Connie so fascinating, that he would give her twenty-five bucks if he could get her to go to bed with him.
"There's nothing in it for me, honey," Joyce assured her. "I just want to help you any way I can."
Joyce drove Connie to her apartment. And as they were driving there, she made another suggestion.
"You could move in with me," she told her, "and save some more money. It isn't safe for a girl to live alone these days. There are so many sex creeps."
In light of the fact that Joyce was suggesting that she go out with some offbeat, sexual character, it did seem strange that now she was concerned about it.
"Don't you ever get afraid going to some strange guy's place?" Connie asked her openly.
"You take a risk walking across the street, honey," she replied nonchalantly. "No, I'm not afraid. If I was afraid I wouldn't do it."
That made sense to her. The next night when Fred came into the restaurant Joyce immediately made the introductions.
"Connie, meet Fred," she introduced him casually.
Fred smiled knowingly and nodded.
"Please to meet you, beautiful."
Connie was noticeably nervous and she didn't want Nick to see her talking with a customer. Nick might get angry or jealous. After serving the entire meal to Fred and as he was about to get dessert, she asked him what he wanted.
"I would like you for dessert," he said, eyeing her in an erotic manner.
"I'm afraid I'm not on the menu," Connie whispered.
"Could I catch you later?" Fred said under his breath.
"Maybe after work we could get together," Connie replied.
Fred nodded agreeably and told Connie to skip the dessert.
When she got off work Joyce spoke with her a moment before she met Fred.
"Don't let him frighten you," she warned her. "He likes to put on a big act. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
That was much easier said than done, she thought to herself. Nevertheless, she vowed that she would try her best to have a good time no matter what.
Fred was a young man in his late twenties. He was driving a red sports car and acted as though he had the world on a string.
"Where would you like to go for a drink first?" he suggested.
"Anywhere you want to go," she replied.
"Now that's what I like," he smiled agreeably. "A girl who isn't demanding. Do you want to make me happy?"
She nodded and smiled at him.
"Yes, I guess you are right."
Stopping at the Casbah Bar, they both went into the lounge.
"I'm a tennis buff," he observed. "What do you do when you're not working or screwing around?"
It bothered her to have anyone speak to her like this. Vividly her mother's warnings about cheapening herself came to her mind.
"I don't care too much for tennis," she admitted, "but I do like to water ski. And I like to ski in mountains."
Fred listened to her and then let his leg press against hers under the table.
"Reach over here," he suggested.
It bothered her that he expected such a bold display in public.
"Why aren't you reaching over here?" he finally blurted when he observed she wasn't doing as he instructed.
"All right," she reluctantly agreed.
Placing her hand on his aroused thigh, she thought that would satisfy him. But she didn't realize how wrong she was. Fred grabbed her hand and placed it right over his bulging crotch.
It was strange how she was fascinated about the prospect of having that hunk of manhood sliding in her. Instantly recognizing she wanted it as bad as he did, he wasted no time in suggesting they adjourn to his apartment.
"We've got to get out of here," he told her hungrily, "I could do it right now in front of everybody-"
"Let's go," Connie shook her head, "no exhibitions for me. But can I trust you-after all-I really don't know you."
"You can trust me," he assured her as he paid the bill. Walking out with his arm around her, he led her to his car in the parking lot, and drove down the highway to his apartment. She was glad he didn't live far as he was drunk and driving dangerously. Once in his apartment he wasted no time in getting into the bedroom and asking her to undress. Connie hesitated at first, and then when she saw the size of his huge elongated penis as he pulled off his shorts, her hot urges for him removed her inhibitions. She stripped and got in bed with him. Her legs were spread lewdly, now. The desires were burning in her body for him to love her all over.
CHAPTER THREE
At this point he looked down at her crotch. He loved her legs and he could hardly wait to use his tongue between them against the naked plain of her smooth pink vagina.
"I'm good at using my tongue," Fred winked at her.
The beautiful blonde laughed nervously as she felt him sliding down her body. Her firm alabaster tits rose and fell excitedly as he placed his face right over her sweltering moist cunt. Closing his eyes now, he let his tongue gently slide inside of her.
"Ohhh, that feels good," she admitted as his tongue whipped back and forth across her lust-starved clitoris.
His hands reached up to grip the swelling tips of her nipples. He enjoyed grasping her fleshy white boobs and continued hungrily flicking his warm red tongue against her emblazoned cunt. She reached down and noticed the mischievous gleam in his eyes. She could tell how stimulated he was becoming.
"Yes, yes," she smiled as she felt him whipping his tongue smoothly back and forth.
Her legs tremulously parted a little wider and he could see the moisture as he gazed at the tender pink lips of her vagina. As her smooth alabaster legs opened wider, the searing pink folds of her pussy seemed to flower in eager desire. He was just aching to slide it in deeper. Cautiously he kept his tongue sliding in her for he could tell this was all a new world for her. She was hot now and trembling against him with her eyes closed. She breathed anxiously as she responded.
"Go ahead and throw your legs over my shoulders like a tramp," Fred smiled up at her.
She felt the rising crescendo of excitement in her trembling body as she threw her smooth splayed legs over his shoulders. She moaned exquisitely as she felt the pleasure of his tongue stimulating her. Now she wanted his thick, long penis. She needed his throbbing dick and needed it badly.
"I want you to give it to me," he told her, "and I want you to put a lot of action in your ass."
It was amazing how much she did want him now. She looked at the blood-engorged length of his cock. He pulled away now and then he flipped his cock in front of her lips. He hungrily straddled her and could see his huge bulging balls hanging beside his stiff, blood-engorged member.
"Lick it first," he told her, "and then I'll stick it in your cunt."
Reaching forward, her eager fingers gripped his enflamed prick. His cock engorged to full size as she gently let her hungry red tongue search the moist tip of his sizzling shaft. His hand went down to grip her head as he slowly shoved his steely organ in and out of her mouth.
"Now I want you to suck hard," he told her, "but don't suck me off. I want to shove it in your pussy."
Her breath was coming in shallow, short gasps as she slowly sucked on his sliding flaccid prick. Effortlessly now he pumped it in and out of her mouth. He watched her puckered hips clasp his aroused cock. He loved the sight of this naked, blonde beauty. And he was eager to give her his big, hard penis. Finally she pulled her mouth off his cock.
"Shove it in me," she gasped. "Fuck me. I want it."
This was always the way that Fred liked to appeal to the women he was having sex with. He wanted to build her up to a passionate pitch so she could hardly stand it.
"All right," he told her, "you're gonna get fucked."
He gripped her tightly now. And he slid down between her long, well-tapered thighs. He could feel the heat of her body as she frantically parted her luscious thighs for him. At this point his skewered penis shot up between her creamy legs as he entered her warm, moist slit. His sturdy arms whipped around her and she grasped him desperately as he fucked. He could feel her nails as he rammed in shamelessly.
"Ohhh, it feels so good," she told him. "Fuck me, fuck me."
The lustful flames burning in her body had her really stimulated now. Her delicate hands seemed to be everywhere at once. He enjoyed the way she clasped his shoulders. She loved to touch him all over. She could feel the ridges of his flexing ass muscles as he shoved his sturdy organ rhythmically in and out. Connie liked to squeeze the firm, sinewy cheeks of his buttocks as his turgid tool probed deeply inside her juicy, sweltering twat.
"That's the way," he told her. "Now you're fucking. Fuck me, fuck me."
With hard, deep strokes he kept penetrating her. She was thrilled and stimulated to have him jab it to her like this.
"Now you're doing it," he told her as he felt the moist, hot lips of her steaming womanhood clasping his sliding, thick cock.
Her back arched now as he fucked furiously. He wanted to cum but he held it back. He wanted to make every minute of it last as long as he could. She kept on letting her fingernails claw roughly across his back as the hot, sensual desires accelerate in her seething body. He enjoyed the soft fleshiness of her huge ripe bosoms as they rubbed back and forth across his hairy chest. The erect distended nipples felt good to him. Her trembling loins wiggled under him as his hard bulbous cock continued seethingly riding in her.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged him.
All at once he felt her legs pressing up to meet his driving cock stabs. He was sinking in her deeper now, getting closer to his climax. With a squeal of anxious pleasure, she squeezed his ass cheeks and finally let her finger slip up his tight anal opening.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck, fuck!"
It was mushrooming even bigger now. She pushed hard to meet his driving cock stabs. All of a sudden his hard cock exploded. With deep, thrusting strokes his huge, powerful prick erupted in her quivering pussy. Seconds later she came, too.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered with animal lust as he finished shoving his hard, surging penis in her and exploding.
The inner walls of her seething slit closed hotly around his thrusting shaft. She had gotten all of the erotic excitement from his inflamed body that she could stand now. Slowly he pulled his pulsing peter from her delicious tightness.
"You really know how to snap your pussy," he told her.
Connie looked up at him, not aware of what he was talking about.
"What do you mean?" Connie asked Fred.
"I mean this," he explained. "You have a way of fucking like no woman I've ever known. You instinctively grab at my cock when I stab it in you."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he played with her firm, fleshy bosoms.
"I guess I'm good at it," she told him.
He nodded. Less than fifteen minutes later he was ready to have sex with her again. But he wasn't sure that she would accept him thrusting his long, stiff shaft where he wanted to.
"There's another way I'd like to try it," he told her.
Connie didn't waste any time in asking Fred which way.
"It'll cause pain for a few moments," he explained, "but you'll like it. You'll get used to it."
At this point he rolled her over and let his hands gently ripple over her sensuous white ass globes. She was certain that he wanted to slip his skewering shaft between her ripe ivory buttocks.
"You want to sodomize me?" Connie asked Fred bluntly.
Fred nodded and smiled at her.
"I guess that's the way you'd put it," he admitted.
"Well, tell me," she asked him, "is that what you want?" He nodded quietly.
"Yes," he replied, "that's what I want from you."
Fred slid down behind her. He gently played with her fleshy ass cheeks and then let his tongue snake soothingly up between her lusty ass cheeks. He loved the sight of her upraised buttocks and didn't waste any time in letting his desires be known. He observed her shivering and it proved to him that she was fearful of what he was trying to do.
"I've got some Vaseline," he told her. "You don't have to worry about a thing."
Getting a container of Vaseline, he slowly slid its contents up and down the length of his long, stiff penis.
"Get on your hands and knees, Connie," he told her, "and do it so I can watch in that mirror over there."
Connie understood what Fred wanted. She knew that he wanted to satisfy his perverse animal lusts in this manner and watch at the same time. She got on her hands and knees and bent over. Her upturned buttocks caused Fred's prick to instantly hard-on. Crawling behind her he began to mount her.
"This isn't gonna be easy," he admitted.
Slowly he inserted his slick cum coated prick between her round, curving ass cheeks. With a hard stab he glided his surging tool into her tight anal ring. He could see that it was not going to be easy to insert it an all the way. Obviously she hadn't been fucked this way very often, if ever. Connie felt intensely mounting pain as he slowly shoved it in farther. "You'll like it," he told her. "It's a delicious kind of pain."
She didn't enjoy the sadistic relish he was deriving from hurting her. However, once he thrust his steaming stem all the way into her slippery slit and had stretched her ass for her, it did feel good.
"Does it feel nice now?" he asked her as he took an extra-powerful thrust with his long, stiff cock deep inside her twisting behind.
She nodded, looking up at him. It had hurt so much at first she wanted to scream. Connie felt powerless underneath him. But she wanted to find out what it was like. And she was finding out now.
'Twist your butt for me," he told her anxiously.
She gently rocked her ass from side to side. Fred pushed down hard with all of his virile strength and manhood. Connie was responding to him with surprising vigor. Pushing up against Fred's blue-veined shaft with anxious feeling, she let him slide in hard now.
"Fuck it, fuck it," he cried anxiously.
It was feeling good now as Fred rammed in with hard, deep strokes.
"Ohhh," he exclaimed excitedly, "grab it with your ass. Squeeze it for me."
He was telling her how to give the best fuck possible. Her resolute ass muscles seized his sliding, deep penis. And slowly, rhythmically, Connie pumped her butt around for him. His sturdy member got more excited now as he shoved in all the way.
"I can't stand it," he gasped. "Ohhh, I'm cuming. Fuck it. Milk it."
Her ass muscles grabbed at his stabbing cock. She squeezed the cream out of his stiff prick. Glancing in the mirror, she could see Fred's lust-contorted face as he looked down at his thick prick driving in and out of her tight behind.
When he had finished oozing the last drop of his cum up her twisting asshole, he slowly eased his penis from her. He had pumped it in her like a sex machine with the deep, thrusting rhythm and long, hard strokes that she had really learned to enjoy.
"You're a good fuck," he told her. "You really are."
Connie had pleased him all the way and now he wanted to get down there and lick her soft, pink pussy flesh. Parting her smoothly tapered legs as he hovered over her crotch, he let his probing red tongue tune in her pussy. He devastated her with his tongue as he gripped her firm white buttocks tightly. She loved the sensation of his tongue whipping back and forth within her. Passion ticked away in her like a time bomb. Connie knew that she would be rising to a juicy orgasm if Fred kept up this tempo of tongue-stabbing action much longer
"Ohhh," she groaned as he wantonly tongue fucked her pussy.
She was matching his twisting tongue stabs with her hand grabs to his head. Fred loved being shoved down deeper in her crotch. His hands firmly gripped her solid flowing ass cheeks. He was applying all of his hard, muscular virility to his tongue action in her sweltering pussy. Connie's moans of erotic frenzy were climaxing in a muffled gasp as she juiced in his mouth.
"I'm cuming," she groaned as she juiced.
He sucked hungrily, enjoying every delicious drop of her pussy juice.
When he'd finished licking her, he pulled away and rested his head on her naked, white thigh.
"You're a good girl," he told her, "and you're not afraid to experiment. That's the kind of girl I like."
A few moments later he told her that he was going to tip her. He gave her a hundred and ten dollars and got dressed. She dressed and he drove her back home.
CHAPTER FOUR
The very next day Joyce was eager to find out everything that had happened to Connie.
"Tell me at break time," Joyce smiled, her voice quivering with lusty emotion.
As Connie told Joyce the details of her escapade the previous night, she could see how much she enjoyed hearing all about it.
"Pity you couldn't have joined us," she told her, "but I feel guilty enough for what I've done without doing more."
It bothered Joyce to see the attitude that Connie was taking. In all of the excitement she didn't hesitate to mention the fact that Fred always paid well.
"You know it," Connie confessed. "He gave me a hundred bucks plus ten for a tip."
At this point Nick came back and told the girls to go back to work. As Connie continued waiting on tables, she met a man who did appeal to her. He had eyes that seemed to hypnotize her.
"Maybe we could get together after work tonight, honey," he told her.
"I'd like that," Connie said, her voice choked with emotion.
After work Connie met the man who had spoken with her. But she didn't want to give him the idea that he could get by without paying for it. She thought it only fair to tell him what she was charging.
"Just so we understand each other," she said as she walked with him to his car in the parking lot, "it does cost. I enjoy it, but I also charge."
As he listened to her talking, he realized that she was serious.
"How much?" he asked her.
Connie quoted her price structure and then the man pulled out a small tape recorder.
"God, what are you doing?" she demanded.
'That's a good question," he said as he looked at her evenly. "I might ask you that. It appears you're hustling. You know, that's not legal."
Connie was booked and the first person she called was Joyce. Joyce was astonished to hear that she was in jail.
"I'll get you out," she told her.
She came down to the jail and was going to post bail for her. But before she did, she didn't hesitate to tell Connie what she expected.
"Honey, you've got to give me a little loving, too, if I do this for you," she smiled.
Connie was furious.
"No way," she told her.
It really got her angry to think that her girl friend would suggest such a thing. She would rather go through her jail horror and subsequent trial than this.
Joyce didn't waste any time in getting out of her way. When she was brought up for trial she got off because of the fact it was a first-time violation. Connie was so bitter and angry now that she determined she would never get trapped again.
When she got back to her apartment the phone was ringing. At first she didn't feel like answering. Reluctantly, however, she picked up the phone and began talking to Fred.
"I heard all about what happened to you," Fred told her sadly, "and I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's all right," Connie told him nervously. "I really don't want to talk about it now."
"I want to come over and see you," Fred told her.
"No, please," she insisted.
Fred wouldn't be put off. She gave him her address and an hour later he was at her front door. "Who told you?" she asked anxiously. "Joyce," he explained.
Thinking of Joyce and the hell that she had put her through made Connie so angry she lashed out, "She's no damned good."
Fred's arms went around her. He pressed his lips against hers and told her, "Forget her."
After Fred had told her what he planned to do, Connie felt as though she could erase the ugliness of what had happened quite easily.
"Join me in a flight to Mexico," he told her. "We'll have a wonderful time. We can go to Mazatlan."
As Fred described the beautiful, white, sandy beaches at Mazatlan, and the wonderful sunshine, she felt as though it was the perfect solution to her problem.
"Maybe I should," she agreed.
A few hours later they were flying together to Mazatlan. They enjoyed a week in ths sunshine and then Fred told her that he had to return.
Just as they were ready to get into the plane, the Mexican police stopped them.
"Come with me," one policeman told Connie and another policeman took Fred.
"I didn't do anything," Connie exclaimed anxiously.
"Your plane is loaded with heroin," she was informed.
Looking at Fred, she saw the guilty expression surfacing in his eyes.
"Damn you," she exclaimed as she realized the trap that she'd been placed in.
The Mazatlan jail was not exactly a luxury hotel accommodation.
"We don't show prisoners any favors here," one guard informed her.
He looked at her lustfully and it bothered her. She heaved a heavy sigh and tried to remain calm. A couple of hours later he came into her cell and told her to kneel between his legs.
"You're out of your mind," Connie quipped.
He slapped her face roughly.
"You will do as I tell you," he said.
Unzipping his fly he pulled out seven inches of long, hard, hot cock. She looked up at it and wanted to bite it off.
"Use your tongue on it," he told her, "and do a good job."
At first she wanted to tell him to go to hell, but after he slapped her face a couple of times she reached up and gripped his thick, long penis. She pulled his virile rigidity toward her ovaled mouth. And then she slipped her mouth over his cock like a tight condom. The warmth of Connie's clasping lips and her tongue enclosed around his erect penis stimulated him all the way.
"Suck on me," he told her.
Connie's twisting tongue swirled heatedly around his erection. He groaned excitedly as he shoved his cock deep down her throat. She thought she would gag on his huge, thrusting penis. Connie did her best to contain it, but it wasn't easy.
"Go ahead," he said as he kept pumping it into her.
It was a terrible performance he expected of her, but she tried her best to please him. She kept her busy tongue slipping over the tip of his firm erect cock and sucked smoothly. The guard groaned with erotic delight as her mouth closed tightly around his swollen penis. He loved the way she was sucking now.
"Suck it," he told her as he kept shoving his sturdy prick into her.
He thrust it in farther and almost choked her with his cock.
"Suck me," he panted.
He reached in and pulled out his weighty balls.
"Play with my balls," the guard told her as he went on thrusting and pumping his rock hard penis in her mouth and down her throat.
Reaching up, she held his thick, long penis with one hand and played with his balls with the other. It wasn't easy for her to breathe as he kept pumping his turgid cock in her to derive every last sensation he could.
The guard enjoyed seeing her in this degrading posi tion on her knees. He loved the sensation of the head of his cock caressing the back of her throat. He began pumping now in earnest. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he was gushing in her mouth. He waited for that white-hot moment when he would shove the entire length of his cock into her and explode in her throat.
"Ahhh," he groaned as he gushed in her mouth.
Her lips fastened firmly on his still-hard cock as she licked every drop of his cum.
"Suck it all out," he demanded.
Connie sucked on his thick, long penis. She had hated it at first. But once she had tasted the delicious creamy cum gushing in her mouth, she didn't mind it.
When the guard had finished getting his rocks off, he slowly pulled his penis out of her mouth and looked at her.
"Maybe you'd like to take care of somebody else," he suggested.
She shuddered at the thought of it. Moments later another guard came in.
'Take off your clothes," the dark-skinned guard told her.
When Connie didn't immediately respond he slapped her roughly.
"You heard me," he growled.
Slowly Connie began undressing. The guard watched as she pulled off her blouse. The sight of her naked firm breasts got him instantly hard.
"And your skirt," he nodded as she quit undressing for a moment.
Connie unfastened her skirt and slowly slid it off. Now she stood before him with only her sheer panties between her and total nakedness. The guard looked at her wisps of hair around her crotch and got harder than ever. Coming over to her he tore her panties off.
"Bend over," he smiled.
Connie nervously bent over. The guard spit in his hand. Applying his own spittle to his penis shaft he prepared to invade her from behind. The first guard who had gotten her to blow him was watching. His balls tensed as his cock became hard again.
"You'll like it," the second guard smiled as he slid his spit-coated cock between Connie's upturned, round, blonde ass cheeks.
His throbbing, long penis slowly shoved in her.
"I'm gonna shove it in hard, honey," he told her. "Just relax."
She was so nervous now she was trembling. Her fear increased the guard's passions. He was eager to have his probing cock explore the hot depths of her ass. He shoved in and then she felt it sliding past her tight anal ring like a thousand volts of electricity rushing through her loins. His powerful cock rammed in all the way.
"Fuck it," the guard gasped as he rutted up her asshole.
The guard who was watching slowly unzipped his fly. He pulled his cock from his pants and began jacking off as he watched the other guard wildly stabbing his prick up her asshole.
"Fuck off," the second guard grinned anxiously. "Fuck!"
Connie hated it at first. But as she felt the rousing heat of her own stirring passions in her loins growing hotter, ever hotter, she responded to the guard's driving cock stabs. She pushed back to meet his driving penis jabs. She twisted her butt in anguish and lust as he fucked her deeply.
He could hardly wait to get his rocks off in her asshole. Connie was enjoying it. She let out a small squeal of ecstasy as she felt him riding in her with all of his might. She loved the sensation of his virile manhood and his strength as his long, hard cock surged up her asshole.
"Fuck it," she heard him groaning as he pumped it rhythmically into her.
The sensation of his pistoning penis sliding in her without mercy had her totally turned on. At first she'd hated it. But now it seemed as if she couldn't get enough of his long, strong, hard cock. The guard who jacked off as he watched figured he ought to get his cock up her butt, too.
"Pull your dick out of her ass," he told the other guard. "I want to stab my prick up her butt, too."
The second guard slowly eased his cum-coated penis from her asshole. The first guard hastily replaced him. Grabbing her rubbery, blonde buttocks, he parted them firmly. With a sudden shove forward he rammed his prick right up her butt.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck."
Slowly he jabbed his penis up her hot, tight asshole.
"Ohhh," the guard grunted as he rutted up her warm invigorating butt as far as he could go.
It was awkward bending over in this position. She wished she could get on her knees. Her back was aching.
"Let's get on the floor," she suggested. "It hurts this way."
Without taking his sturdy prick out of her quivering behind, they got on the floor together. Roughly he continued ramming his cock up her hot, tight butt.
"Fuck," the guard exclaimed excitedly. "Fuck."
Rhythmically he went on sliding and riding up her ass. She enjoyed every thrilling thrust of his penis now and responded by swinging her butt back and forth. Clasping her bare ass cheeks, he squeezed them as he faithfully forged forward. She loved the slick sensation of his hard prick gliding up her.
"Milk me," the guard exclaimed passionately as he finished fucking her off.
With a milking motion she kept her hips churning. Her ass muscles seized his stabbing cock.
"That's what I like," the guard grunted as he rammed up her butt all the way and exploded.
He thrust his swollen cock back and forth in her cum-slick asshole a couple of times and then eased off. She collapsed in a heap on the cold cement floor as he left her alone.
She hated him for doing this to her. However, she wasn't going to make any fuss. She figured it would be better to go along with him.
After a couple of hours, the first guard returned and told her to put her clothes on.
"Nobody sits naked around here," he warned her.
She came back to her senses and realized she was completely naked on the cold cement floor. Reaching for her clothes she slowly slipped into them. Moments later the guard returned with a tray of food for her. Slowly she ate it and then he talked to her.
"Now if you would tell us a few things about the heroin connection in the States," he advised her, "it'll go easier on you. Cooperation is the way out of here."
Painfully Connie tried to explain to him that she knew nothing about the operation.
"I was just as surprised as I could be when they found heroin on that airplane," she insisted.
The guard smirked and laughed at her.
"Before we finish with you," he assured her, "you will be glad to tell us all you know."
Connie was tortured. She knew very well that she couldn't tell them anything else, because she didn't know anything else. However, she tried her best to maintain her composure.
The next day a prison matron came to get her to go out into the prison yard for exercise. The prison matron was a cross, middle-aged woman who was heavy set and had an evil look about her lips.
"Don't get any idea about running away," she warned Connie, "or you'll be very sorry. We have our ways here to teach you discipline."
Connie had no intention of running away. How she wished she could contact her mother or her friend Joyce. At this point she hated Fred, for he had let her get into this trap. She understood now why he wanted her along on the trip. He was nervous making the big haul. He wanted fun and games in the sunshine and then the big plunge back to the States. Fred would never let her know about all the money he made. The small change he'd given her was a drop in the bucket compared to the amount he was probably taking for himself.
Finally after her exercise period was over, she was returned to her prison cell. And then she was called upon for an interrogation by the head warden.
The chief warden looked at her sternly as she was ushered in by the prison matron.
"These are very serious charges," he exploded angrily.
"I don't know anything about how this heroin got on the airplane. I was only a girl friend of the man who was doing the job. Can't you understand?"
The warden shook his head determinedly.
"I only understand that you were his accomplice. Now if you will tell us the truth, we won't have to resort to other means to extract the truth from you. I wouldn't want to mar your beautiful body."
Connie became suddenly fearful as she observed some whips in the corner of his office.
"I am telling you the truth. Can't you understand?"
The warden smiled slowly now. Flashing his white teeth she saw his burning, black eyes smoldering with rage. He held back his passionate frenzy for a long moment and then he blurted, "You are lying. Just like all the others. Not one person that we've caught knows anything about how the heroin, how the pot, got on the airplane, or on their person or in their luggage. Young lady, we know how to deal with you. So it would be to your best interests if you would tell us all-and be quick about it. I don't believe in wasting time."
Looking menacingly toward the whips and then, smiling sardonically as his eyes focused on Connie again, he tried to extract answers from her through fear. But Connie wasn't buying it. She knew she had nothing to hide and had done nothing wrong.
Once more she blurted the truth, "I know nothing! I came down here as a friend of Fred's. I have been put into this awful position by a terrible man. Don't blame me.
For a strange moment, the prison warden almost believed the pathetic-looking, frenzied young girl. But just for a moment.
CHAPTER FIVE
Connie looked at the menacing Mexican warden as he smiled down at her.
"Why don't you take off your clothes?" he asked her frankly.
At first she hesitated. She didn't want to give in to the ravenous passion that she saw in his lust-crazed eyes. But when he picked up the whip again and lashed it in the air, making a whirring sound, she knew she'd better do as he told her.
Slowly she removed her blouse. Her naked bosoms came into view and the warden's eyes glazed with hot carnal desires now.
"Take everything off," he told her.
The passion that she could see was goading him on was clearly visible at his crotch. For there she could see his blood-engorged member pressing against his pants tightly. The outline of his huge penis made her realize that he was going to be impossible to satisfy unless she gave him everything he wanted. Hesitatingly she slid out of her skirt and then she slowly slid out of her panties.
The warden looked down at her beautiful crotch. He couldn't help admire the fleecy curls of her pubic vee. Dropping to his knees for a moment, he examined her closely. Parting her pink pussy lips he gazed fondly at the moist, pink flesh.
"You are very young and very beautiful," he said as he inhaled the pungent smell of her vagina.
The scent of her loins goaded him on.
The dark-skinned warden began undressing now himself. Connie stood there trembling. As he removed his shirt she saw his hairy chest. He was a strong man and this made her even more fearful. She wondered if she could satisfy him in this simple manner. But she was not certain of how much more he would expect.
At this point he pressed his lips against her vagina lips. His tongue gently caressed her pussy. All at once his tongue inched into her forbidden, hot chamber. He was eager to let his tongue slide inside of her. Grasping her round ass cheeks he pushed his face against her velvety vagina hard now. She hated him with all of the feeling within her. But the fire raging in her crotch built now as he let his tongue slide inside of her moist pussy. She enjoyed the way his tongue lashed back and forth across her love button. Even though she was humiliated and fearful, there was a strange kind of warped pleasure that she was deriving from his tongue stabs. However, she didn't appreciate his fingernails clawing into her ass cheeks.
After he had whipped his frenzied tongue back and forth across her until she couldn't help becoming excited, he pulled out. And then he stood before her with his huge, blue-veined stiffness. She looked at his bloated testicles and for a moment turned away. The raging genital heat in this loins was obvious to her. And when he went to get his whip she knew what he planned to do.
"I like your smooth, beautiful behind," the warden told her, "and I would like to ravish it with my whip."
Getting out his whip he began lashing it across her bare buttocks. As he savagely beat her bare bottom with the whip, she looked at what he was doing. Reaching for his sturdy flaccid penis he began jerking on it obscenely. It really got her upset to see the way that he was acting. She wanted to cry out to him for mercy, but she could tell from the savage expression on his face that he was deriving enjoyment from her torture.
"Does it feel good?" he asked Connie. Connie didn't reply.
"When I speak to you, answer me," he ordered. She nodded.
"That's too bad," he said sadistically. "I meant to hurt you."
When he had extracted enough pleasure from torturing her in this manner, he told her to separate her ass cheeks. Connie reached behind her. She gently pulled her firm white ass cheeks apart. It didn't take long for the warden to mount her. Clasping her bare bottom he suddenly shoved his hard cock meat right up her asshole. He saw her flinch in pain and this got him hotter.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass," he told her as he shoved his cock right up her rectum.
She felt the awful pain of his penis plunging past her tight anal ring. She whimpered as the lust-bloated cock rammed right up her butt all the way. Connie didn't think she could stand it. She begged him to stop.
"Please, please, take it out of me," Connie begged.
The prison warden paid no attention to her pleas. If anything, it got him all the more excited to hear her begging as she was now. He watched as she twisted her rubbery, round ass cheeks. It seemed to give him a warped pleasure to see her suffering as he derived such vast pleasure from stabbing his thick, meaty cock up her tight, hot asshole.
Roughly he gripped her bosoms. His finger tips pinched her taut nipples. It indicated to him that she must be deriving a measure of pleasure from his wild cock stabs. He wanted her to push back to meet his driving penis jolts. That would provide him with more erotic pleasure, the warden reasoned.
"Do as I tell you," he snapped angrily. "Shove your ass back to meet me."
Connie pushed back. His hard, rigid cock rode in her all the way.
"Fuck it," he said angrily now. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Rhythmically he was riding her. The rocking motion of his thick prick as it pistoned up her asshole finally began to feel good to her. This bothered her more than anything. To derive pleasure from such a demon who was accosting her provided her with even more mental torture. How could she ever enjoy a man who was taking such terrible advantage of her?
"That's nice," the warden panted as he pumped it up all the way. "Shove back farther. All the way. Up your asshole."
Connie's smooth buttocks accepted his savage, stabbing cock as he shot off his rocks.
"Ohhh," he panted, "I'm cuming. Fuck. Milk me."
Connie's tight ass muscles took the initiative. She seized his thrusting prick and squeezed hard.
"Fuck it," he panted as he finished stabbing up her asshole.
Slowly he slid his flaccid cock out of her erotic butt. When he removed his sturdy prick from her behind he rudely slapped her bare bottom. Just the sound of his hands hitting her ass cheeks humiliated her.
He got dressed and told her to dress, too. Moments later a guard was called to take her back to her prison cell. As Connie walked meekly back to her cell, she realized that her life was literally in their hands. Her helpless condition made her feel even more terrible. How could they be so cruel and vicious? she reasoned.
When the lusty guard closed the door of her prison cell, he looked at her as if he would eat her alive.
Once she was alone she scratched her forehead and thought about the terrible tortures she had been through. She remembered all too vividly what her mother had said. It had begun by throwing caution to the winds and doing anything she cared to. She hoped that her lesson would not be any more painful.
Connie began thinking about escaping. If she could only get out of here and get back home, she would never carry on like this again. But it wasn't going to be easy. For she was constantly watched. She waited for her food to be delivered and silently ate it. After that, the lusty prison guard who had accosted her sexually, came into her cell.
"What do you want now?" she asked, looking at the smug smile on his face.
"I'd like to have you lick my boots," he told her.
That got her so angry she couldn't hold back her pent-up rage.
"Lick your boots, my ass," Connie exploded.
"Not a bad idea," the guard grinned. "You can lick my boots first and suck on my asshole later. Why not?"
Realizing it would be a fearful moment for her if she resisted, she finally gave in. Bending down she crawled across the floor to the guard's boots. She began licking on them. The guard seemed pleased as he watched her. A small smile formed around his lips as he felt his bulging crotch, which was burning with lustful desire.
"Your tongue will enjoy the honor of licking my asshole," he said menacingly.
Before she knew what was happening, he was pulling down his pants and then his shorts.
"Lie down on the floor," he told her.
Connie lay on her back on the cold cement floor. As she glanced up, the guard positioned himself, straddling her. He lowered his ass right over her face and ordered her to lick him. She closed her eyes. He pressed his fleshy buttocks tighter to her face. Connie's hands reached up to grip his bare ass cheeks. Her soft red tongue flipped into action.
"Suck on me," he told her anxiously.
Her smooth tongue gently caressed all around the guard's tight anus. But that wasn't enough to satisfy him. He wanted still more.
"Slide your tongue up my asshole," he demanded.
She swung her tongue up his tight rectum. As he continued pressing down over her, she went on performing the disgusting deed for him. Vividly she recalled her mother telling her what would happen to her if she didn't listen. It was all happening now and in spades. Connie's hot, pink tongue eased up his rectum. But that wasn't enough for the lusty guard.
"Keep your tongue stiff, damn it," he complained.
Connie stiffened her tongue. Slowly she plunged up his thrusting rectum again. He thrilled to the erotic arousal that was being generated in him now.
"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "that's how I like it. Just like that."
Connie could hardly believe what was happening to her. The guard seemed to enjoy riding her flicking tongue enormously. Another guard who was going by looked in the darkened cell and watched. It aroused him just seeing what was happening. He could imagine himself there. It would really be stimulating, he reasoned, to have her tongue fucking his asshole, too.
At this point the guard was crudely jerking on himself. His lust-bloated balls and his engorged cock indicated to Connie just how excited he was. Finally he pulled his hand away from his swollen member and rose from his position. He got on his knees now and told Connie to lick his rock hard shaft. Connie crawled over to the guard. She clasped his giant prick and let her tongue gently caress the tip of his long spear. Squeezing his cock with one hand, she massaged his lust-filled balls with the other.
"Suck it," he demanded. "Suck my prick off."
Her lips fastened firmly on his long, hard shaft. He was getting more aroused than ever now. "Suck it," he demanded.
Connie's mouth moved instinctively up and down the length of his hard, shiny shaft.
"That's what I like," he told her. "Just keep sucking me.
Her fingers went on massaging his balls ever so gently as her mouth moved instinctively up and down his hard penis. The guard who was watching from the corner of the cell knew he had to get her to take care of him. But he wanted to wait until she was alone, so the first guard wouldn't know that he was making it with her, too.
Connie could taste him starting to cum. The musky aroma of his crotch bothered her. However, she did her best to remain calm. Her knees hurt as she pressed them on the cold, cement, prison floor to gain balance as she sucked off the guard.
"Suck me," the guard demanded.
She continued sucking on his steaming and massaging his blistering balls until he asked her to slip a finger up his asshole. Reaching underneath him Connie parted his bare buttocks. Slowly she inserted a finger up his asshole. This had him going now. As he shoved his prick mightily down her throat he could feel it gently caressing her. Connie gulped nervously. She thought she was going to choke on his huge hunk of meat. All at once the cum unloaded from his cock tip. Thick gobs of hot white sperm hurled down her throat as he finished fucking.
Slowly he eased his stirring prick out of her still trembling mouth. Connie lay there naked and dejected. The first guard laughed as he looked at her breathing heavily. Her beautiful white bosoms flipping up and down appealed to him. However, he knew he had another round to make before he was off-duty. How he wished he had more time to play with her enormous breasts.
CHAPTER SIX
The second guard who was watching, dodged down the hall just in time to avoid the first guard seeing him there. After he heard the footsteps of the guard going in another direction, he retraced his steps and went right back to Connie's cell. Opening it up quietly, he looked at her naked on the floor. Connie wanted some mercy. She hoped perhaps she could talk to him. Maybe he would show her some compassion.
Placing one hand over her warm jutting breasts and reaching down to cover her pink moist vagina with her other hand, she spoke with him seriously.
"I could give you much money if you would get me out of here. My family is wealthy. Listen to me, believe me."
The guard laughed at her.
"I am not going to risk my job for the lives of any Americano," he shook his head gravely.
Connie could see that he didn't believe her.
"I'm telling the truth," she insisted.
Once more the guard laughed. Unfastening his pants and pulling them off, he acted as if she hadn't said a word. She watched as he took off his shirt and stood there naked. The dark-skinned, broad-shouldered Mexican man was horny indeed. His thick, long cock swung between his legs.
"I want you to do for me what you did for him," he winked in a lewd manner.
Connie shuddered at the thought of having to let her tongue slip up his poised rectum. She tried to dissuade him from his evil design.
"You don't want that," she told him. "Put it in me. Stick it in my pussy. But, please, don't make me lick your ass."
The lusty, dark-skinned guard was paying no attention to the beautiful prison girl. He knew what he wanted and was determined he was going to get it.
"Reach up," he insisted, "and grab my ass. Play with my butt and then suck on my asshole."
Connie's hands massaged his stiff, intense ass cheeks. Her tongue found its target. She gently licked along his ass crack just as he told her to.
Keeping her eyes closed and holding her breath, she thought she could endure this terrible mental torture. Even though she recognized he was not being cruel or vicious, she knew how much she hated doing what she was doing now.
The guard became disgusted when she only licked at his bare buttocks.
"Something wrong with me?" he shook his head. "You sucked on his asshole, now lick mine."
Connie realized that he must have been watching and she let her tongue inch up the other guard's rectum. Not wanting to create any more of a stir, she figured it was better to satisfy him no matter what. Parting his bare ass cheeks her tongue eased up his asshole. He seemed to enjoy it as his restless ass rocked with savage intensity. Throwing his head from side to side, the second guard grunted his pleasure.
"Ooooh, eat my ass," he loudly commanded her as he slowly moved.
It was easy to see how aroused and stimulated he had become. Connie calculated that it would soon be over if she could just keep it up a little while longer. Painful and difficult as it was, she was doing her best now.
"You are doing it right," he informed her as her slithering tongue inched ever so slowly up his tight anal passage.
Cupping his balls in one hand and pulling on his throbbing cock with the other, the guard enjoyed watching her as she tongue fucked him. The guard continued pulling on himself. But when he felt it was ready to explode, he wanted Connie to suck his hot load.
Telling her what he expected, Connie slowly inched her tongue toward his rectum. He then proceeded to change his position. Now he was in front of her, shoving his huge cock toward her red, sensuous lips.
Slowly Connie parted her lips. The guard's great male member was pushed in vigorously. She could tell he was extremely horny by the way he was shoving his hungry cock meat toward her.
"Suck on it," he insisted. "Suck my prick. Suck it."
He enjoyed watching while she eagerly sucked. Her cheeks quietly parted in as he shoved his torrid man meat down her throat.
"Ohhh," the guard gasped, "suck, baby, suck."
When she managed to get his swollen member to a certain level of erotic excitement, he pulled away. He lasciviously aimed for her beautiful pink pussy.
"You're marvelous," he told her with a loud gasp.
Glancing down between his parted legs, Connie knew that he needed still more sex.
Connie was upset. She wanted to do the right thing and yet was forced to face the situation that she was at everyone else's mercy. She began thinking of her boyfriend. In a way she thought it was absurd that her mother had made such a fuss about her having sex. Perhaps if she had enjoyed a few bouts with her boyfriend she could have married him. By now she might have a little child. It seemed a long way from the sanctity of marriage as she imagined it in her mind to the prison cell where she now was forced to stay.
Later that afternoon a woman came to her who said that she was in charge of the laundry at the prison.
'They've decided to let you do some work," she told her.
For a moment Connie felt as though her problems were going to be solved. However, when she followed the young, dark-skinned matron to what she believed was the laundry room, she got a big surprise. Instead she was taken to another room. And here in this room she noticed the lusty guard who always seemed to be watching her.
"I want you both to undress," he told her.
It frightened her to think of such a thing. It would be a terrifying experience. There was a small mattress on the floor and she knew what might be expected of her. She had heard about lesbian sexual acts at stag parties. But that was the closest she had ever been to the ugly reality of such a thing. However, as she started stripping, the matron looked at her as if she wanted to do something with her. It bothered her. The prison matron didn't take long to get out of her clothes. As she stood there naked, she waited expectantly for Connie to remove her clothes. When Connie didn't instantly snap to attention, the lusty guard came over and glared at her.
"When I tell you to do something," he said under his breath, "I expect you to obey. Do you understand?"
His voice had become a growl. The insistent glare in his eyes indicated to her just how serious he was.
"Yes, I understand," she said, her voice quivering with emotion.
At this point she knew what she had to do. Slowly she slipped out of her clothes. As she removed her garments, a nervous tremor shuddered through her body.
"I wish you would reconsider," she pleaded for mercy.
If there was one thing the Mexican guard hated, it was her defiance. He felt as though he had not disciplined her enough or she would never suggest an alternative. For as far as he was concerned, inside these prison walls he was the lord and master. And he wanted her to understand this as well.
"I guess you don't understand your position," he snapped. "You are my willing slave."
Connie slowly stripped. She let her garments fall to the floor in a heap. She wanted to weep. But she was afraid that her sobs would only enflame and arouse the guard's passion even more. Looking at him evenly once that she was totally nude, she made a small vow.
"What is it, my lord?" she asked.
It was quite obvious she was being insolent. The guard responded in a flash. His hand slashed across her face.
"You will learn never to be insolent to me," he warned her.
She got his point. It did make her furious. "All right," she told him.
The angry glare of his eyes indicated to her just how evil and malicious he could be.
"I want to see you two girls do a quick sixty-nine," he demanded.
Apparently, Connie reasoned, the prison matron enjoyed feasting her eyes on her body. She came over to her and reached out to gently caress her full, ripe bosoms. She pinched her strawberry ripe nipples with her finger tips and smiled down at the flower of her womanhood.
"You like her, don't you?" he asked Myrea.
The dark-skinned girl looked up as passionate pleasure glistened in her eyes.
"She is beautiful," she admitted.
It always added to the warped pleasure of the twisted guard's sexual desires to see Myrea react to another woman.
"If she doesn't know how to eat pussy," he smiled sadistically, "you can teach her with your tongue."
He looked at Connie lustfully.
"Get down there," he ordered Connie.
First Connie stretched out on the mattress. It was a striking combination. The beauty of her naked ivory-skinned body stood out in perfect contrast to the beauty of the olive-skinned brunette who lay down with her.
It wasn't long before they were at it. They stretched out to enjoy each other's naked splendor. There Connie was with her face buried deep in Myrea's itchy moist vagina. And Myrea was looking up at Connie's appetizing crotch. Now the guard unzipped his fly. If there was one thing he enjoyed doing, it was jacking off as he observed two females enjoying each other's splendid sexual beauty.
Immediately Myrea began demonstrating to Connie how she should use her smooth moist tongue. Myrea's hot tongue plunged into Connie's pussy hole. Seconds later Connie joined her. She gently pulled Myrea's puckered pussy lips apart. She liked to look at the curly pubic hair and admire it. But what she enjoyed even more was the sight of her parted pink pussy lips. For there she could obtain a splendid view of her inviting vagina.
"Get your tongue way in there," the guard smiled.
Now the guard's bloated manhood was in his hand. He was reaching down to finger and massage his testicles while he used his other hand to gently stroke himself. The erotic sight of the blonde and the brunette girls naked before him, stimulating each other with their tongues, kept him completely aroused.
His hand movements were timed to the girls' tongue stabs. Connie smoothly let her probing tongue slide inside Myrea's hot, pink pussy. And at the same instant Myrea was inching her tongue into Connie's quivering slit. At first Connie had to close her eyes. That kept the reality farther from her of what she was actually doing now. However, the other woman, Myrea, enjoyed seeing the gorgeous girl's naked splayed legs above her. She thrilled to the erotic pleasure of clasping her smooth ass cheeks and squeezing them as her tongue continued sliding inside of her moist, pink pussy.
Watching from the sidelines totally turned on the guard. He kept his hand grasping at his manhood as he pumped ever so vigorously.
"Jack it," he panted, "jack it off."
The erotic thrills that they discovered now had them completely aroused and turned on. It was almost more than they could stand to watch this kind of erotic arousal and stimulation.
"Quicker," he called out to Connie.
He wanted Connie's tongue to swing in time to the rhythm of his hand as he pulled on his manhood. Connie's tongue flipped into action. She understood what the guard wanted. It was warped and sick, she knew. But it was her only way of satisfying him. Much as she despised what she was being asked to do, she felt she must.
With her tongue flipping smoothly and rhythmically into Myrea's twisting vagina, she could taste her. It was strange how the aroma of her crotch wasn't bad after all. But what was even more amazing was the fact that Myrea's vaginal juices tasted delicious to her.
With increased rapidity now, Connie continued sliding her tongue rhythmically in and out of the other woman's sizzling pubic nest. Watching every moment and enjoying the erotic spectacle before him, the guard pulled on his penis with firmer, harder movements. He knew that he was getting close to his own erotic explosion. He wanted to keep himself under perfect control.
"Suck her pussy," he exclaimed eagerly.
The two women went to town now. They were enjoying the thrilling, erotic explosion that they were experiencing.
"Suck her pussy," he gasped breathlessly.
As they went on eating at each other's hot, twisting vagina, the guard knew it wouldn't be much longer until the two women came.
He was accurate. For as he bent over to watch them closely, he observed Myrea juicing. To make sure that Connie didn't ignore his lusty desires, he made her press her mouth tightly over Myrea's moist tantalized pussy and suck her rapidly.
Myrea accommodated Connie by doing the same for her. With her lips sealed against Connie's crotch, she sucked her dry as she juiced.
At this point the guard's hot stiff cock exploded. His sticky, white cream shot over Connie's back. As he watched his cum fly into the air and land on Connie's back, he got another idea. It would be interesting to degrade Myrea by making her lick his cum off Connie's back. Once Myrea had finished nibbling and sucking at Connie's twisting vagina, he suggested that. Connie looked at him, startled at the depths of his depravity. However, Myrea knew the guard well. Nothing he could suggest shocked or stunned her. She immediately responded. In no time at all she was down there licking.
It was this kind of erotic pleasure that always kept him aroused. Stretching out on her stomach now, Connie watched over her shoulder as the other woman licked the splash of cum off her back.
Gratified now, the guard applauded the two women. Connie felt like using her hands for something else besides applause. If she had had her way at that moment she would have anxiously let her hand slap his face. For she loathed and despised him for what he was doing and what he was.
Slowly she got up from her position on the mattress. She got dressed and so did the prison matron. She was ushered back to her cell without anymore ceremony.
The next day she was told that she was really going to work. She wondered if this would be another ruse or if she would really wind up doing something. Much as she hated the prospect of working in a laundry, it did seem far better than being placed in the solitary loneliness of a damp, cement prison cell.
Sure enough, she was given the opportunity of working in a laundry. It was not an easy job. They had all of the guards' uniforms to wash. However, she felt her job was better than the women who had to press the uniforms. That would have been even worse. It was so hot there that the thought of standing over a steam iron, pressing endless numbers of uniforms, made her feel morbid. She was grateful that she wasn't in anything worse than the laundry.
She finally did manage, in the days that followed, to write a letter to her mother. Connie knew better than to express her extreme disgust over what was happening. Instead, she simply tried to explain to her mother that she was caught in a predicament of which she had no knowledge. She explained she was a victim of circumstances and begged for mercy from her mother.
Connie waited hopefully that her mother would display some understanding and sensitivity to her plight. However, she was not surprised when fourteen days later she got a letter back. And it was in this letter that her mother showed her true colors. She wrote, "My dear Connie. So sorry to learn that you have gotten yourself into a mess. Please don't call upon me now or ever to get you out of what you got into. You're a big girl now and you must face up to the responsibilities for the sinful life you are leading. Love and prayers, your mother."
Connie was so outraged at the unfeeling letter that she tore it to shreds and started suddenly sobbing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Connie had learned the hard way how cruel life could be. It was terrifying to think that her own mother would reject her like this. Yet she knew her mother was a religious fanatic who understood very little about the practical side of helping someone in dire need.
She was brought before the warden once more and she hoped that he would display some mercy. But he didn't. Instead, the first thing he asked her to do was sit in a chair and listen to him.
"We are trying to help you, Connie," he began nervously, "and you are showing very little cooperation. If you don't help us, we can't help you. It's as simple as that."
The warden put on such a good act that she might have believed it if it wasn't for the fact that he constantly was looking at her bosoms.
"Quit pacing the floor," Connie finally told him. "You didn't get me down here to help me. You got me down here so you could have me."
The warden smiled.
"Are you asking to have sex with me, Connie?" he smiled without humor.
Realizing that her answer was supposed to be yes and that she dare not say no, she nodded silently.
'That's nice of you, young lady," he told her. "You help me and I help you. One hand helps the other, as they say."
At this point the warden glared at her. There was something about her that always troubled him. For he knew wheels were moving in her mind. And he couldn't be completely sure that she was trustworthy. He also knew that his job hung in the balance if it was ever disclosed that he took advantage of anyone in the prison. So everything had to be handled cautiously. However, his own unbridled, untamed sexual instincts were giving way now. He could hardly wait to do something with her.
"Young lady," he told her, "what would you like to do with me?"
Judging from the line-up of whips at the side of the room, Connie knew what he would enjoy. But to suggest for herself the terrible torture of being whipped by this sadistic monster didn't exactly sit well with her. Nevertheless, she figured that he might really go to bat for her if she satisfied his warped and bizarre sexual appetites.
"I.. . I like it when a man whips me," she said meekly.
The warden's eyes brightened.
"Very good," he told her. "I was hoping you'd say that. There are women who obtain erotic satisfaction from a man who knows how to beat them. And I believe you're that kind of woman, Connie."
Connie nodded slowly and silently. The awful torture that she would be subjected to would be anything but pleasant. Yet she hoped that the warden would try to give her a break.
"I am cooperating with you every way I know how," she mumbled nervously.
'Then take off your clothes," he said, his breath coming rapidly as his heart pounded faster at the expectation of the sex that he enjoyed so enormously.
Connie looked up at him as the delicious sensation of exotic excitement ran through his body. Slowly she undressed. She had learned that it was usually good not to rush things. Judging from the men she had stripped for before who always stood by and watched her movements carefully, she concluded it was wise to make every move smoothly. Once she had slid out of her sheer panties and placed them on the chair where she'd been sitting, she observed the prison warden was starting to undress himself. Obviously he wanted to be completely nude. But before he removed any clothes he double locked his door and called his secretary.
"I'm going to be busy for about an hour," he explained. "Hold any calls for me."
The secretary always understood the warden when he said that he was going to be busy for about an hour or so. Especially when he had a beautiful, young, female prisoner in his quarters.
He suddenly got the idea that it would be interesting to have Connie undress him. It was morbid enough, she reasoned, to see him nude, without having to undress him. However, when he suggested it she quietly walked over to him, naked, and started undressing him. He feasted his eyes further on her well-shaped bosoms as she stood close by and unfastened his shirt. She unfastened his belt and he stepped out of his pants after he removed his shoes and socks. Now only his shorts remained. The telltale bulge in his white cotton shorts revealed his huge penis. Connie thought it might stimulate him if she pulled the elastic waistband of his shorts, reached in and fumbled around with his blood-engorged male member.
Reaching out, she gently let her hand slip under his
BO shorts. It pleased him when she felt of the length of his huge, throbbing, male member.
"You like?" he smiled knowingly, his eyes glistening.
Connie nodded. In no time at all she was ready to take him on.
"I want to give you a good time," he told her.
He slipped out of his shirts and walked naked over to where he kept his whips. He took a moment or two to decide which one he would use to demonstrate to her what he truly enjoyed.
Finding one whip that appealed to him, he pulled it down from the rack. Walking over to her, he told her what he wanted.
"Bend over my desk," he told her, "so I can heat up your ass. I want to fuck you up your ass."
The idea of having him accost her in this manner made her fearful and nervous. However, she tried her best to maintain her composure.
All at once he was standing behind her and lashing across her smooth, silken ass cheeks with the stinging whip. Connie whimpered as he brought the whip down hard.
"That feels so good," he told her as he felt his-balls bristle to attention and his cock lengthen.
If there was one thing the warden enjoyed doing, it was whipping a beautiful female prisoner. He liked to see them degraded and subjugated. And whipping somehow seemed to give him the most satisfaction.
Connie tried her best to remain calm through it all.
But it wasn't easy. The awful snap of the whip as he lashed her bare bottom made her cringe.
"Over and over and over again," he smiled as he lashed with vigor and might.
There was a tremendous deal of satisfaction that he was obtaining from this kind of sex. And he vowed that he would obtain still more. The lash of the whip didn't appeal to Connie at all. Her ass cheeks quivered as he brought the evil whip down with a menacing lash. But as she looked from behind her she could see how he was responding. Obviously, he delighted in this.
"Ohhh, what a beautiful ass you've got," the prison warden grimaced as he let the whip bear down on her ever harder.
Finally when her ass cheeks were reddened from where he had let the whip bite into her cringing buttocks, he stopped.
"Now I want you to crawl around on the floor for me," he told her. "I'd really enjoy that."
Connie pulled herself up. She reached back and let her hand gently massage her back. Being in that dreadful position had made her back ache.
"On your knees," he exclaimed angrily, wondering if she was daring to defy him.
Connie gave him a withering glance. She got on her knees. The fact that she had dared look at him like this made him realize she obviously required more discipline to learn humility.
He brought the whip down hard over her back as she crawled around the floor for him. He kept jacking off and watching her. He enjoyed this enormously. Once he figured she was ready to service him, he told her she could stop. He got down behind her and started to mount her. Connie wondered a moment what he would do for lubrication. She didn't have long to wonder. Over her shoulder she could see him spitting into his hand. Next the prison warden applied his own spittle to his throbbing, long penis.
After that he nimbly parted her firm ripe buttocks. Connie felt the prison warden's insistent, long penis plunging up her asshole. She bent over in fear, trembling as the mammoth, hard cock tip slipped slowly toward her tight, anal ring. She knew it would only shove by her anal opening with great force. And it was this force she feared. It felt as if she would come apart at the seams as the warden savagely rammed it sadistically toward her asshole.
The feel of her tight anus stimulated and aroused him. He liked to grip her rubbery ass cheeks and squeeze them as he slashed stingingly up her butt.
"Fuck it," he insisted as he briskly shoved in deeply. "Fuck. Come on, fuck!"
He was driving in now with deep, hard stabs.
"That's how you do it," he told her. "Fuck."
Ruthlessly he pushed piercingly up her asshole at this point.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he felt his hard cock being sucked into her tight ass.
After he had rocked it in a couple of times, Connie actually began feeling some pleasure. He could tell from the way her ass wiggled in response to his sliding, thrusting penis spear.
"Ohhh, that feels so good to me," the warden grunted as he went on ramming it into her painful twisting behind.
Connie loved the erotic feeling of his powerful penis. It felt good at this point. Once her ass muscles had been stretched to accommodate the size of his huge, long shaft, she could enjoy him. She wiggled her twisting ass cheeks. The prison warden, thus encouraged, rammed in with ruthless force. Connie felt his thrusting, hard, long penis riding up her hot asshole. Her butt twisted around as he drove in deeper. Throwing his head from side to side and clasping her silky smooth ass cheeks he pumped it until he shot his wad. Connie felt his juicy, hot sperm splashing up her asshole. He thrust a couple more times and then reached under to finger her warm wet vagina at the same time. Connie did enjoy it as she felt his finger rubbing erotically back and forth across her moist clitoris.
"Fuck it," he whispered excitedly. "Fuck."
The delicious thrills that she felt as his finger manipulated her itchy clitoris prompted her to wiggle in time to his finger stabs. The prison warden realized she was enjoying it, too. Slowly slipping his trusty, long penis from her asshole, he got underneath her. He looked up and gripped her ass globes. And then Connie lowered her moist snatch over his mouth. This was what he wanted. His hot tongue gently slid inside of her. His nose sniffed the aroma of her fleshy pink womanhood.
"Eat it," she said in a low voice.
It pleased the prison warden that she had become so acclimated to sex that she was participating in the act with him. His hot tongue not only flipped back and forth inside of her, but his teeth bore down gently on her sensitive clitoris. She enjoyed the exciting, erotic sensation of his teeth lightly nibbling her here.
She shoved down hard now, letting him lick every droplet of her pussy cum.
Slowly easing off his steaming tongue, she rolled over on the floor and lay there. The warden, recognizing that he did have a job to perform, didn't want her lying around.
"Now get up and get dressed," he told her impatiently.
Connie realized that he had no time to luxuriate in the afterglow of erotic sex. He was concerned with obtaining his sexual kicks and then he would kick her out.
She got dressed without saying a word. He got dressed, too, and then opened the door for her as a guard from the outer office prepared to escort her back to her cell.
Again in her cell she had time for thoughts. How she wished that she had a mother who cared. If her mother had a shred of decency she calculated she would be by her side trying to help her. Instead, she was obviously somehow gloating in her self-righteousness. And this didn't make Connie feel very good.
Connie wished there was another way for her to plead. But she was afraid she would only have to plead guilty. Finally the day when her trial did come up, she was permitted to shower and make preparations to be clean before she walked into the court room.
The judge looked at her sternly.
"We don't take drug traffic lightly down here," he warned her.
Connie already was fearful without him adding anything to make her realize the seriousness of the crime with which she was being charged.
"How do you plead?" he asked mechanically.
"Not guilty," she told him.
He looked at her as if he could shoot a death-ray gun at her.
"What do you mean?" he shook his head grimly "They found the plane that you were boarding loaded with marijuana and heroin."
Meekly Connie acknowledged they probably had But she added quietly, "I had no knowledge of it."
Smiling at her as if her word meant nothing, the judge told her casually, "That's what they all say."
She had no other defense than her word.
"I see the proof for your statement is lacking," he shook his head, "so I have no alternative but to give you a long sentence."
A five-year jail term seemed terribly harsh. As she was ushered back to her cell, she couldn't help thinking about home. Once more she wrote her mother. She hoped that her mother would show mercy. But in the letter that came back, she realized how wrong she was in ever asking for help from home.
"Dear Connie," the letter began. "It hurts me terribly to think you have wrecked our good name. Of course, you must serve your sentence faithfully. You have done wrong and you must pay the price. I will try to keep it quiet so no one here knows about it. Take care and God bless. Your mom."
Connie once more was reduced to tears and sobbing. She folded the letter up and then tore it into pieces and scattered it about her cell. A guard who walked by became angry. He knew how the prison matrons hated to clean the cells where prisoners had messed them up. He didn't hesitate to tell her to pick up each piece of paper.
"Oh, all right," she agreed.
The anger tingeing her voice made the guard furious.
"You don't talk to me that way," he told her.
Connie didn't talk back to the guard anymore. But the guard opened the cell door and looked at her lustfully.
"You can take care of me now," he said as he slowly
ST unzipped his fly.
Connie knew what she was expected to do. But she still tried to beg off.
"Please, leave me alone," she told him.
The guard paid no attention to her pleas.
"On your knees," he ordered her.
Reluctantly dropping to her knees, Connie looked at his engorged manhood. How she wished she could torture him. If only the tables were turned she would let him know what it was like.
Instead, she pulled the throbbing, long penis to her mouth. Her pink tongue gently caressed and licked the sensitive tip. The guard grinned as he felt the erotic thrills flashing through his body. It was almost as if he had turned on a switch.
The guard watched as his throbbing, long cock slipped rhythmically in and out of the young prisoner's mouth. He enjoyed the sight of his saliva-slickened penis pumping hard in her mouth.
"Eat it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Eat it."
She began to thrill to the delicious sensations of his slippery, sliding cock. Connie's hot hands clasped his round ass cheeks.
"Suck my prick," he told her excitedly.
Her lips fastened firmly on his engorged, mammoth penis.
"Suck my cock," he begged her anxiously. Connie sucked on his long, thick cock and suddenly began enjoying it. She was creating a suction in his penis. Connie liked the suck sound that her mouth was generating.
"Eat me," he told her. "Don't spit it out."
Connie's lips fastened firmly on his sliding, meaty shaft. She reached up to gently caress and massage his balls. He loved it when she did this.
"Finger my ass," he told her.
Gingerly parting his ass cheeks she let her finger slip up his behind. He enjoyed the arousing feeling of her surging finger stabbing up his asshole.
The guard closed his eyes. He rutted in her mouth. He felt her sturdy digit sliding smoothly up his tight anal passage. And at the same time he felt Connie's hot mouth grabbing at his thick meaty cock. As he let it slip smoothly against the back of her throat, he became more stimulated than ever.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "I'm almost there. Keep sucking. How I love it. Keep sucking."
The insistent sound in his voice told Connie just how aroused he really was. His thick cock glided in her mouth now with smooth rhythm. He didn't want to explode instantly. He wanted the erotic pleasure of making it last. To hang on the cliff of climax was his desire. Slowing the tempo of the cock stabs in her mouth, he found he could obtain waves of erotic pleasure and make them last. It was true he couldn't reach the height of erotic sensation. However, he could enjoy it.
"Ohhh," he panted as he watched his saliva-slickened male member slipping in and out of her willing, hot mouth. Her lips continued clasping at his sliding, long tool. "Ahhh," the guard grunted as he felt himself being sucked in.
Unable to withstand the constant pull of her mouth on his male member, he finally splashed his seed in her mouth. Connie had become acclimated to cock eating. Sucking hungrily now, she swallowed every drop of the lusty guard's steaming white juice.
He pulled it out and watched her lick the tip of it proudly. Then he reached down and affectionately let his hands wander through her blond hair. It pleased Connie that he could reveal for a moment that he was a human being. Most of the time he seemed so remote and hard that she began to wonder if he possessed a spark of humanity within his being at all.
Her knees were sore and as she got up she rubbed them to get the blood to circulate. She watched the guard as he slipped his penis back inside his shorts, smiling sadistically at her all the while.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Connie got a big surprise when her mother did show up at the jail two weeks later. Her mother made no announcement of her arrival. Connie was permitted to go to a visiting room and speak with her through a screen.
"Oh, mom," she mumbled nervously as tears trickled down her cheeks, "I'm so glad to see you."
Her mother's eyes lit up at the sight of her daughter.
T really shouldn't be here," her mother shook her head. "You should pay the price of your sins. But, dear, I want to help you. You know how much I care for to you."
Connie knew all too well the kind of feeling her mother possessed for her. In a religious framework she liked her. However, she had to confess in all fairness to herself that her mother had bitterly neglected her time and again. If she complied with what her mother felt were the correct moral codes, she was accepted. If she didn't, she was rejected.
"Connie, I'm going to get an attorney," her mother informed her. "You need help. I've got another mortgage on the house to do it."
Connie appreciated the fact that her mother had gone to such lengths.
"It was nine-and-a-half percent interest, too," her mother complained, "but I guess you're worth it, darling."
Her mother would have to be materialistic at a moment like this.
"I'll pay every penny of it back," she assured her mother. "I'll get a job. I know how to work as a waitress. And maybe I will even get secretarial work. One way or another, mom, I will see to it that you get paid."
Her mother was pleased to hear her talk like this. For she didn't want to think that her efforts were going to be wasted.
"I'm grateful, dear, that you appreciate what I'm trying to do for you."
"Of course I am, mom," she told her. "Of course."
Connie was only too eager to demonstrate to her mother how much she cared for her. But her mother was nervous now and unable to relax.
"With all of these people listening close-by," her mother shuddered, "I don't suppose you can tell me what's happened here. I've read plenty about these prisons in Mexico."
Connie thought it best not to say anything that could get her in more trouble.
'They're treating me very nicely, mom," she said.
This mother knew her daughter well enough to know when she was making up a story.
"Yes, I'm sure they are," her mother said as a frown creased her forehead.
After a few more moments of talk, her mother told her that an attorney would be getting in touch with her shortly.
"I'm staying in one of the beach-front hotels," she told her. "I figured I might as well get a little Mexican sunshine while I'm here. Only I wish you could be with me, dear."
Two days later an attorney did show up. He listened to Connie and shook his head gravely.
"You don't have much of a case, you know. You only have your word. And right now your word doesn't mean very much."
All too grimly Connie realized this.
"My only defense is the fact that it's the truth," she told him.
"The truth doesn't help much many times," the attorney shook his head grimly. "But I will do what I can."
In the meantime, things were made a little easier for Connie. Word spread like wildfire that her mother was there.
Getting visits from her mother meant much to Connie. Her mother had brought her some clothes and would bring her some delicacies now and then. Connie was grateful for her thoughtfulness. However, when the court hearing came up and the attorney couldn't sway the judge to give her any further consideration on the appeal, she realized she was doomed to five long years.
Her mother got upset. She came to the prison for final conference with her daughter.
"After all I've done for you, dear," she said sadly," think it had to turn out like this. Now I've got to back to the States and pay off the mortgage. I wouldn't have spent the money at that beach-front hotel if thought I was going to have to pay it all myself, figured you'd get out and naturally would want to give me a little bonus. Well, we all have to suffer."
Connie could see that her mother was obviously feeling sorrier for herself than anybody else.
"It's all right, mom," Connie told her. "I will be expert at working in the laundry. I might even le how to press clothes. That's what I'm doing now, you know."
Her mother looked at her daughter's hands.
"Oh, dear," she shook her head, "and you always had such beautiful skin. I don't suppose their soaps consider a woman's beauty. It's dreadful your being here, dear."
Connie shook her head.
"Mom, you're so shallow," she told her.
Her mother looked at her in stunned shock and dismay.
"What did you say?" she asked.
"Nothing," Connie said as she got to her feet and turned away.
"Aren't you even going to say good-bye?" her mother demanded.
Connie shook her head.
"Gratitude," her mother quipped quickly. "I suppose that's what you're showing now. All right, dear, there will come a day."
Connie left her mother with a threat hanging in the air. It gave her an awful feeling to go back to her cell like this.
The guard, who always had an eye for her, found out that her appeal had been rejected. He realized she would be there for a considerable length of time and he was glad. He had never cared too much for his wife and had been unable to get her to do the various kind of sexual acts that brought him pleasure. Now that he had found someone who could satisfy his carnal appetites, he was pleased and determined to make the most of it. In a sort of celebration in her jail cell, he suggested that she take off her clothes for him.
"You don't waste time, do you?" Connie asked under her breath as she began undressing.
The guard shook his head.
"Not when I'm this hot," he told her.
Being the top guard, he knew how to come to her when she was alone and no one would be disturbing them. He undressed as she undressed. When she was completely naked he didn't hesitate to tell her what he expected.
"I want it from behind," he told her. "Get on the floor. Like a dog."
Connie got on the floor reluctantly. Once more she felt the pressure and pain in her knees. But she knew she dare not complain.
He gripped her round, rubbery ass cheeks as he suddenly flipped his long, thrusting penis between her firm ripe buttocks. Connie begged for mercy.
"At least spit on your cock," she warned him. "It'll hurt like the devil if you don't."
Finally he gave in to her. He spit in his hand and then slid it up and down the length of his hard stiff penis.
At this point he was prepared to ram it up her tight asshole. Grasping her round firm ass cheeks he suddenly stabbed his blazing shaft forward.
"Up your ass," he told her.
With a penetrating, hard cock stab, he shoved his manhood right up her scalded behind. It was a terrifying feeling as he drove it in. Connie thought she would come apart at the seams. However, the guard loved the stimulating, erotic sensation that he was deriving. He liked having his thick, meaty manhood slipping in such a tight orifice.
"Push it back to me," he begged her.
Connie knew what was expected of her. She knelt over farther and thrust her pert ass up in the air. Grabbing her silky smooth ass cheeks the guard rammed forward with a deep, penetrating jab.
"Fuck you," he told her.
Clasping her ass cheeks he roughly rammed his bloated dagger into her. The insistent sound of his lusty balls slapping against her smooth white bottom finally sounded good to her. For once her ass had been stretched she enjoyed the erotic sensation of his stiff cock plunging up her twisting behind. Reaching forward, he gripped her warm ripe breasts. It pleased her to have his hands grasping at her full, firm bosoms. He would pinch her nipples and then clasp her appealing breasts. She loved the gentle, sensitive way he could play with her breasts. Finally, with one hand he reached down to finger her pussy. Connie enjoyed the feel of his finger flipping speedily into her vagina. Her steaming clitoris was erect and he teased it with his finger tip.
"Ohhh," she groaned as he continued feeling of her down there. "Fuck me, fuck me," she begged him.
He kept his finger flipping in her velvety vagina at the same tempo as his hard, meaty cock stabbing up her ravaged asshole. Connie swung her restless hips back and forth. The guard appreciated it and tried to give her a demonstration of his sexual skill. He wanted to get her so hot and horny that she would join him in a climax. His thrusting finger kept flipping now as she got more aroused than ever.
"Ohhh," he grunted as he felt the thrills shooting through his body.
His hard, thick prick continued surging up her tight asshole. She swung her hips back and forth, enjoying every moment.
"I want it," he told her. "Ohhh, fuck, fuck."
When he felt her getting wet in her crotch, he figured it was time to finish rocking his steaming cock up her twisting ass. With a few more hard jabs he plunged it in all the way and shot his load. His slick prick continued gliding up her asshole as he finished fucking her off.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Rhythmically he went on stabbing up her butt as he finished giving her a wild ass screw.
The delicious thrills of getting balled this way made Connie grateful to him.
"I really enjoyed it this time," she confessed.
The guard grinned.
"You are going to be around here a long while," he told her. "Why don't you save yourself for me?"
This kind of an arrangement amazed Connie. She never thought a guard would expect her to be loyal. After all, there was the prison warden that she was balling with, too. It bothered her that she could be caught in a conflict of interests. She had always imagined that perhaps she could persuade the prison warden to give her a break. But if she was limited from offering herself sexually to him, this would not be possible. Trying to use some strategy, she thought out her reply carefully.
"I want only you," she told the guard.
She had managed to massage his ego and at the same time had not destroyed any illusions.
When another guard walked by unexpectedly and wanted in the cell, the first guard knew he had to accommodate him.
"She can jerk you off," the first guard suggested to the second man.
If he could get her to give him as impersonal sex as possible he felt as though he would get closer to her. Connie was caught in this swirl of frustrating circumstances. She figured she might get some favoritism as a prisoner if she did play along with her captors. The second guard instantly opened the cell door, came in, got on his haunches and pulled out his long thick cock. Connie reached over and clasped his hard, excited penis. She knew what she had to do. Grasping it firmly she began pulling on it. He groaned in passionate delight as his erection surged. The lust inferno he felt in his crotch had him itching with excitement. His balls tingled.
"Pull on it," he panted as he observed that she could pull his steaming cock as if there was a strange electrical current running through her.
She was trying to pull him off and give him all of the excitement she knew how. His body heated up as he got ever more excited. Her eyes closed. Now his stiff prick was being pulled with wild abandon.
"I wish she could wrap her mouth around it," the second guard suggested.
The first guard felt his lips tightening. He didn't want this to happen. However, when the second guard got so excited he reached over and pulled her down over his throbbing penis, she had no choice in the matter. He wanted her to sink her mouth onto his bulging cock.
Letting her mouth slip over his thick dagger, she began sucking. He drove it in deeply.
"Ooooh," he moaned lasciviously as he fucked her face.
His hands rested on her head. He was arousing her now in every way he knew how.
"Suck my prick off," he panted. "It's big and beautiful. Suck me, suck me."
The guard loved what she was doing. His eyes were wide with delight and surprise as he watched her wantonly sucking up and down on his rubbery shaft like a starved animal. Connie's warm breasts jiggled as she let her head bob up and down over the full length of his searing cock. As he looked at her naked body and observed the amazing fervor that she displayed when she sucked, he suddenly let his cock explode.
"Ooooh," he panted as a gushing fountain of juicy white sperm splashed down her throat.
She gulped hungrily. Connie could feel the surging, sticky stream of hot cum shooting down her throat. She kept sucking until his cock went soft like a rubbery knob and slipped from her lips.
The first guard had become enflamed with jealousy. He didn't want to see anymore. However, he waited until the second guard slid his cock back in his shorts, zipped up his fly, and left. At this point he wanted to kiss and caress her all over. He wanted to tell Connie he was sorry that he had to share her. But Connie understood.
CHAPTER NINE
It wasn't going to be long, Connie knew, before there would be trouble. The prison warden had her in his office and suggested that she save herself for him.
"All right," she told him.
Desperately trying to figure a way out of the prison, she asked the warden if he could help her escape. A look of shock and dismay crossed his face.
"Are you crazy?" he demanded.
Shaking her head quietly, Connie looked up at him in desperation.
"I want to please you," she explained, "but I want to go home. I have my friends."
Pacing the floor, the warden tried to explain his situation vividly.
"If anyone escapes from this prison, my job might be over. You are not going to escape. Nobody is going to escape. Do you understand?"
Connie understood all too well. She realized she'd made a tremendous slip by suggesting such a thing to him.
"All right," she apologized. "I just wish you could help me get into a better cell. Maybe you could do that."
Shaking his head, the warden told her she was lucky to work in the laundry four days a week.
"That gives you a change and some good exercise," he told her.
"Yes," Connie agreed quietly.
She could tell he wanted to do something with her but she didn't have any idea what he had in mind that day.
"I enjoy having a woman massage me all over with her breasts," he explained.
She knew what he expected. However, she wasn't prepared for the oil that he brought out.
"Massage this oil into your bosoms," he demanded.
Connie took the small plastic container of oil and massaged it back and forth against her huge pendulous breasts. Once she had done this the prison warden came over and nervously reached for her ripe white bosoms. His jaw hung slack and his heart raced rapidly and his breath came short.
"You are very beautiful," he whispered.
Once more he double locked the door and called his secretary and said he would be busy. He undressed now and stretched out on his sofa at the far side of the room. She came over and did what was expected of her. As the ecstasy of her slippery breasts sliding down his chest to his crotch got him aroused, she could see his hardening penis springing to life. She smiled sweetly as she gripped his huge stiff cock. Connie's gleaming, youthful exuberance stimulated him no end. At this point, however, he was eager to have her pour herself into the act all the way. He rolled over and Connie let her firm ripe bosoms slide back and forth across his enflamed buttocks.
"You are doing it very nicely," he told her.
At this point he wanted her to suck on his ass cheeks.
"Suck my ass," he told her.
Connie bent over and bit his buttocks until she left teeth marks. The undercurrent of anger that she felt running through her forced her to bite his behind. The prison warden laughed.
"Don't bite a chunk out of my ass," he chuckled.
Connie let her finger tips massage the backside of his bulging balls. At this point she was thrilling him. She could feel his sturdy shaft underneath him as she reached down. She squeezed his stiff prick lightly. And then she let her tongue whip to his ass cheeks.
"Can you give me a good ass suck?" he demanded.
Her jaw dropped. Connie wanted to speak but she couldn't. She massaged her firm breasts over his aroused buttocks with all of the passion she could pour into it. She hoped that would satisfy him. But the prison warden was not satisfied. He still wanted more.
"Swing your tongue over my ass," he demanded.
Connie swung her tongue right over his butt. He arched his ass cheeks swiftly upward and she did what was expected. Her stiff tongue surged right up his elated rectum. He enjoyed the tingling sensation of her searing tongue stabbing up his hot asshole. But what he wanted now was for her to slip her mouth over his firm erect cock.
"I want you to suck it until I cream," he said, rolling over.
She gripped his restless buttocks and felt his huge cock suddenly shove forward.
"Suck it," he said. "Damn it, suck it."
Connie's mouth opened. The big prick plunged inside. Passionately she let her mouth slide farther down over his stiff manhood. He loved the stimulating, erotic sensation of what she was doing.
"Suck me, suck me," he whispered enticingly. "Suck my prick. Suck it."
Connie put a lot of intensity and fervor into her mouth job.
"That's how you do it," he told her. "Suck off."
She kept bobbing up and down on his lust-crazed penis and at the same time massaging his swollen balls. Connie licked hotly with her pink tongue swirling in moist, frenzied action. Her lips stretched painfully around the warden's thick, turgid circumference of his hardened erection. He was anxious to shove all of his passionate meat down her throat.
"Suck it," he told her intensely, "suck!"
The saliva glistened on his rock hard penis as he pulled back and forth. He loved the way she played with his blood-engorged balls. He went on ramming his sturdy prick back in her engorged mouth, shoving it deeply down her throat.
"You're really a good cock sucker," the warden told her as she sucked him so fervently.
He could feel his twitching balls ready to shoot. Ramming it hard down her throat, his thick cock ejaculated in her mouth. The creamy cum shooting from his penis tip thrilled her. Connie toyed with his bloated testicles as her mouth drained his pulsating cock.
Pulling off the warden's penis, she hoped he would be satisfied. But he wanted still more.
"Over here, honey," he told her. "Slide your pussy over my face."
Connie nimbly positioned herself over the prison warden's mouth. She shoved herself down hard. He grabbed her beautiful firm thighs and began luxuriously tongue fucking her pink orifice. She loved the stimulating, erotic sensation of his tongue flipping back and forth across her crotch.
"Slowly," Connie whispered.
Reaching down, she gripped the prison warden's head. She was never much on having a man suck her pussy. But the way the warden was doing it now really surprised her. For he had a magnificent movement with his searching tongue. At first he would gently nibble and suck on her clitoris. Next he would let his tongue explore all around inside of her. He fingered her puckered-up asshole while he ate her searing box. Connie smiled as she watched him. It was an erotic time for her.
"Yes, yes," she panted passionately.
The delicious thrills that she felt as she kept rocking herself eagerly kept her stimulated every moment.
"Yes," she panted passionately, "lick me, love me."
The thrills that she experienced tingling through her body had her so excited she was ready to cum. The warden let his tongue swipe back and forth, enjoying the delicious taste of her. He kept his hands playing with her ass cheeks and fingering her warm ripe butt. Finally, he pulled off and reached up to grasp her fleshy bosoms. Connie took a deep breath as she pumped up and down on his steadily flicking tongue. It wasn't long before she was gushing.
"Suck me, suck me," she begged him.
Hungrily he sucked at her. And he went on playing with Connie's full, rounded bosoms with his hands.
She liked to bounce up and down and have him feel of them as if he was gauging their weight. Connie's impish grin stimulated him.
She begged him to lick her burning crotch. And she purred softly with husky emotion as she felt his tongue dancing about inside of her. Connie came some more. He sucked and swallowed her dry.
Pulling off the warden's mouth, she stood there in all of her voluptuous beauty. The warden's eyes feasted on her sensuous naked body.
"There's nothing like a naked woman with a gorgeous body," he said, smiling proudly.
His big cock was getting hard again.
"Why don't you ride me?" he suggested.
Connie knew she had a beautiful body. She had no reason to feel ashamed. If the warden wanted her to ride his penis, she thought she should. At this point she straddled him. She watched as every inch of his big prick disappeared in her moist, willing vagina. She pumped up and down.
"If you can fuck this good," he grinned, "I will really make you a lucky prisoner. Play with my balls."
Connie pumped her pussy up and down. And then she reached behind herself and grabbed his bulging balls. He loved the sensation of her gently massaging and squeezing his intense nuts while she fucked. Pulling her hands away from his torrid testicles, she focused on her pussy-grabbing movements. Her busy vagina grasped at his stiff shaft as he shoved in hard.
"Fuck, fuck," he panted as he felt his sexual passions overtaking him now.
He was without any defenses when he had this tempestuous woman on him. Her own passions clinched the act. For she was grasping his hard prick, working up and down furiously.
"Fuck, fuck," he begged her.
His hands reached down to sensuously grasp at her naked loins. He loved to feel of her flowing white ass cheeks as he desperately sought to get his stiff cock off.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried. "Ohhh, yes, yes. Give me every inch of your cock."
Connie had become lust-crazed now. She required cock. Every thick, throbbing inch she could get in herself. The warden had sensed this from the wild look in her face as she pumped up and down on his upraised penis.
"You're a good wench," he panted as he pumped sensuously into her.
A few more squirms and churns of her naked body and he shot his wad. She joined him. The sticky wetness of her cum pleased him. He could slide in her squishy pussy with ease.
Slowly she slid off his long, throbbing penis.
"What a fuck," he told her.
It pleased him that Connie had such a fantastic screwing talent. It was like no other fuck he'd ever had. Connie now observed his flaccid cock. She caught her breath and grinned as she started to dress. His eyes were on her now as if hypnotized by her acts of depravity.
"I've enjoyed this very much," he told her, "and I will see to it that you get some favors. Do you want some cigarettes?"
Connie nodded.
"You mean marijuana?" he laughed. Connie shook her head.
"I don't smoke the stuff," she insisted. "Just regular cigarettes. And I sure would like some candy bars, too. And if you have any American magazines or newspapers, I would love that. It's been so long."
The warden understood.
"Of course, that can be arranged," he assured Connie.
Connie was pleased now with his response. "I'm glad that you want to make me happy," she told him.
The warden nodded and agreed.
"Your pleasure is mine," he told her, "but I can't let you out of here. Perhaps you will get another trial and win your freedom. For your sake, I hope so."
Connie felt he was sincere. He didn't open the door and release her until he was completely dressed. Calling his secretary first, he explained that the conference was over. Opening the door once more, she saw the guard waiting at the other door. Apparently, she was constantly under surveillance.
Going back to her cell, Connie was grateful the guard didn't mention anything about sex.
A couple of days later she was getting a box of candy bars, a carton of cigarettes and some magazines. Apparently, her willingness to please was paying off. But the lusty guard understood immediately what had happened.
"He likes you," he grinned.
Looking up at him she felt sorry for a moment. She would have preferred being loyal to him. At least he'd never been cruel to her. The horrid prison warden could be extremely vicious and mean. She knew this all too well.
The guard asked her point blank, "Do you like him better than me?"
Connie was amazed at his nerve in asking such a personal question.
"Why do you ask?"
Her eyes were glazed with terror as she looked up at him. She could imagine how sadistic he might become if she ever told him that she enjoyed the prison warden more.
"I like you," she told him.
"No, you don't," he shook his head. "I think you like to be treated mean. Maybe if I bruised you or hurt you, you'd appreciate me."
He went over to her and let his hand strike her behind.
"Stop it," she told him. "Don't hurt me."
He was so angry now at the fact that she was carrying on with the prison warden that he wanted to whip her more.
"Take off your clothes," he demanded.
Once she had taken off her clothes, he forced her to get on all fours. Then he let his hands hit her buttocks over and over again.
"Stop it, stop it!" she pleaded.
After he had ravished her behind with his beating hands, he unzipped his fly and mounted her. He didn't bother to spit on his cock to provide any lubrication. Instead, the guard roughly grabbed her trim buttocks and crudely rammed his meaty organ up her hot, tight asshole. She shrieked in pain as she felt his searing cock surging up her. He had been transformed from a nice man into a beast.
"You like it this way," he said.
Her cries rang off the walls of the prison. But it made no difference to him. He was driving his erect manhood up her pained asshole and enjoying it. He was tearing into the soft, vulnerable flesh between her twisting buttocks. As his huge penis went on driving in her, she fought against him. She hoped the warden would hear her cries. Instead, the lusty prison guard clapped his hand over her mouth. She ground her teeth together. He went on fucking her vigorously. His big cock riding up her ass seemed to batter her behind. He didn't care that it was hurting her. Her sensuous breasts were heaving with deep, panting breaths as he rammed deeply. Proudly he sent his huge prick up her tight ass all the way. "Fuck, fuck," he told her.
No matter how she shook her head to indicate she hated it, he paid no attention. He felt it would be weak of him to stop what he was doing. He was bound and determined to force her to give him every kick he wanted. With rough, deep, penetrating jabs he went on riding up her asshole.
"Fuck, fuck," he grunted, "fuck it off."
With determination and drive he went sliding inside of her. It sliced her almost in two, but he got his cock off. His hot, juicy cum surged up her ravaged butt. He thrust it in a couple more times and then pulled out of her.
He left her there, sobbing and crying.
"I guess you never could be loyal to anyone."
Didn't he understand? The prison warden would torture her if she didn't give in. How could he ever expect her to be loyal to him? It was a terrifying nightmare that Connie was experiencing now.. And she knew there was no end to it. Not until she could be out of her captivity. She thought about her mother and the efforts that had been made on her behalf to free her. It seemed as if nothing would work.
Later a prison matron came into her cell. She did her best to tell her what had happened. The prison matron paid no attention.
"Don't cry on my shoulder," she told her. "I've got my own troubles here."
Connie realized what a brazen bitch she was talking to. She quit speaking and the prison matron went over and looked at her cigarettes and candy in the corner.
"How did you get this?" she demanded.
Connie shook her head.
"I guess I'll help myself to a package of cigarettes and a couple of candy bars," the woman said, reaching for the candy.
Connie made no effort to restrain her. She knew that she was doomed. Over and over she thought of her mother and the help that she might have gotten. Yet she knew her mother was really no benefit. All she could do was complain about the money she had wasted in her behalf. She had no real defense. The original mistake of picking up with a man who she didn't know had put her here. It was awful how taking one wrong step could bring her into such a nightmare of captivity. Over and over she wondered if she should write to her mother again. Finally she seized the small pieces of writing paper that had been given to her and wrote another letter.
"Dear mom," she began, "you will never know how much I appreciated your coming to my assistance. I'm so sorry that you spent all of that money on the mortgage. When I get out of here I will pay you double for everything you've done for me. You must help me. It isn't that they treat me so bad, it's just that I cannot face living here for five more years. I'm young and want to be out, having a good time. Listen to me and don't refuse me. Love, your daughter, Connie."
She sealed the letter up and addressed it. When the matron came around again she told her to mail it for her. She gave her two packages of cigarettes and the prison matron thanked her and asked for a candy bar as well.
Reluctantly Connie gave her a candy bar. At this point small bits of edible food seemed a luxury to her.
The prison matron smiled as she walked away. Connie did her best to keep her spirits up, but it wasn't easy. She fell asleep on the floor that night. She didn't hear a thing until the next morning when another prison matron brought her some food.
"Wake up," the matron told her. "You've got to eat so you can work. It's laundry day."
There was more work to be done. Connie ate her food. She knew she would need all the energy she could pack into her body to perform the work she had to do in the laundry. But it was better than being confined to the miserably, shabby cell she was in. She hated it. There was so little light that filtered into the room that it seemed gloomy and all sorts of sad thoughts went swirling through her mind.
Once she was in the laundry she worked industriously. Then she seized upon an opportunity to get acquainted with a man who worked there. Maybe he could help engineer her escape. She couldn't offer him very much. Connie did have her own body, a few packs of cigarettes and that was about it, except for the three remaining candy bars. She figured she would probably be the prize package. Connie didn't mind brushing her firm ripe bosoms against the young man as she carried a bundle of clothes over to the corner. The man immensely appreciated this fact. The sexual electricity that she expressed to him in brushing against his body had him on fire for her.
"I'd like to have you talk to me," he said nervously, "over here."
As she went over to the secluded corner, he wasted no time. He pulled up her dress and unzipped his fly, then inserted his rampaging penis in her. He pumped it hungrily a couple of times and that was all it took before he exploded within her body. Connie pretended she enjoyed it. That ignited his passions even more. Her vaginal muscles clasped his sliding, thrusting penis as he stabbed in her.
When he pulled his stiff cock from her she asked him, "Maybe you would like to have me in my cell? We could be alone."
He shook his head.
"Some guard might see us. I know of another place."
Connie had to wait now. She hoped that perhaps the next day when she was let out to work in the laundry he could help her make her escape. It would be a dangerous thing, however, she knew they couldn't trace it back to him perhaps. That would be her salvation. For if the prison warden assisted her in her escape, or the guard helped her, that might be obvious.
But here in the laundry it could be any one of a number of people. And it was this hope that ignited her expectations of the future.
CHAPTER TEN
Connie was soon to discover that she had competition. Another American girl was moved into a jail cell down the corridor from her. She could overhear her talking with the guards and laughing. This bothered her. Faced with such competition she felt she had to be more friendly. Yet, it wasn't easy. For she had to think of the ego of the prison warden as well as the lusty guard who seemed to care so much for her.
She never met the girl, but she could constantly hear her laughing. Connie also detected the sound of a guard going into the girl's cell and carrying on with her. They made such loud noises that it was not difficult to determine exactly what was happening. Connie thought she ought to have a little respect for herself. At least she should let them force her into the acts. In that way she couldn't really be held responsible from a moral and ethical point of view.
Everything changed when the guard who thought so much of her was moved to another cell block. Now Connie had more severe problems. The new guard who came into her cell decided he was going to get her to participate more in the sex acts. And this annoyed and troubled her.
"They tell me you're a real nice girl," the guard smiled as he looked at her.
Connie looked up at him and tried not to answer. But he was not about to let her get by without responding to his statement.
"You can talk," he told her.
Connie shook her head, trying to convince him that he had heard a pack of lies.
"Do you always believe everything you hear?"
Coming over to her, the guard informed Connie that if she didn't tell him everything she knew, he would be forced to take her to the torture room.
"You're a sadistic monster," she snapped in defiance.
That did not make the guard happy.
"Don't you ever talk that way to me," he warned her.
It was obvious to the suntanned Mexican guard that this young girl needed discipline and swiftly.
"Come with me," he said as he grabbed her and opened the cell door.
He hurried her down the corridor. As she went by another cell where the loud, laughing girl had been carrying on with different guards, she looked at her. There she was on her knees, giving an ecstatic guard a blow job.
The moment she saw Connie go by, she pulled her mouth off the guard's stiff prick. She looked up at her in surprise and delight.
"Hi, honey," she called out to her.
Connie loathed her. She was the type of vermin that made it difficult for a good girl like her to live in an evil, malicious world.
She tried to keep her cool. However, when Connie was taken to the discipline room, she was given a demonstration of what torture could be like even in modern-day jails.
"Now I think you should begin over here," the guard said as he found a torture device for her to sit on. "This can slip up your asshole and we'll turn it on so it will spin," he told her.
It was a round affair with a large, upraised finger in the middle that resembled an erect male penis. The guard grinned as he looked at her.
"You'll enjoy this, my love," he assured her.
Connie looked at him furiously. She wondered if he thought she would submit to such indecent torture.
'Take off your clothes," the guard glowered at her when she didn't immediately do as he insisted.
Realizing that she had no way out of the predicament that she was in at this moment, Connie did as she was instructed. It made her furious to give in to the guard.
"Every stitch of clothing," he told her.
This got her more and more infuriated. Once she had completely disrobed, she looked at him with anger and nervous suspense.
"Now what do you want?" she demanded.
The first guard reached out and tweaked both erect nipples, then smiled in a sinister way.
"I want to enjoy your delicious nude body," he told her.
Connie felt a shiver of fear go through her at this point. Before she knew what was happening, she was being pushed onto the strange torture device. As she slid down on it, she felt her responsive pussy grab. Indeed it was like a stabbing penis made out of plastic. The guard turned it on. It jabbed into her and all the while the guard sat there grinning, as he watched her.
"Does it feel good?" he questioned her.
Connie didn't reply. This always got him angry. Growling at her now, he demanded:
"You'll answer when I speak to you."
Connie looked up at him nervously.
"It feels awful," she admitted.
The guard didn't say a word. He had obtained from her the confession that he wanted. It was satisfying to him to know that the device was bringing her pain.
As the hard, plastic, spinning penis surged in and out of her rotating cunt, she let her muscles grab at it. This was what the guard wanted.
"Pretend you enjoy it," he insisted.
Wide-eyed and nervous, Connie tried her best to pretend that she enjoyed it. Even though she felt only revulsion and fear, she knew she had to put on an act for him. As she went into her act, she kept thinking. She kept thinking about home. If only she could be there now. She imagined how wonderful it would be to go out to a movie with her boyfriend. She thought of the nice times they'd had together going to dinners and shows. Connie reminisced about the moments in the lovers' lane where he would passionately pet and kiss her. She thought about the sex that she refused to have with him. How she wished now she'd listened to her own instincts.
The guard saw that she was fantasizing now with him. This troubled him.
"Concentrate on what you're doing," he told her.
Connie tried to concentrate. It was awful to be brought back to the ugly reality of being forced to submit to this torture device. It felt awful riding the sliding plastic cock.
Once she concentrated, she found that she could pump up and down on it. That seemed to please the guard. She kept doing this until her pussy juices did trickle down her inner, moist thigh. At that point the guard ordered her to pull away. As she did spread her well tapered legs for him, he got on his knees. He bent over and lapped up her pussy juices.
Connie thought he was a terribly vulgar and profane man and she hoped that would be all he would do to her. It was terrible having his thick tongue slipping back and forth across her warm pink slit. But it wasn't all he had planned. The next thing she knew, he was undressing. He bent over and made no secret about what he expected at this point.
"And now, young lady," he smiled, "I want you to get behind me and lick on my asshole."
Connie realized that in her position she was but a sexual slave. She was virtually a prisoner to the passionate guard's emotional requirements.
She got behind him and clasped his round ass cheeks. Connie buried her face in his buttocks. Her tongue gently caressed at his ass crack.
"Slip your tongue right up my asshole," he demanded.
Connie let her hot moist tongue slide up his enflamed rectum. He loved the stimulating feeling of her soft warm tongue plunging up his behind this way. His hot ass wiggled as her restless tongue stabbed.
"Reach around front of me," the guard suggested quietly, "and grab on my cock. I want you to play with it."
Even though it was disgusting and distasteful to her, she continued licking his butt as she reached for his throbbing manhood in front of him. Clasping his long, hard shaft she pulled on it nervously. This got him more and more aroused.
"Keep playing with me," he told her.
Connie continued playing with his long, hard cock. It excited and stimulated her.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "I love it when you do it like that. Yes, yes."
The delicious feelings that went through her body now had her completely aroused.
"Ohhh, I love it," he cried out in a frenzy. "Keep doing it to me."
Connie went on stimulating and arousing him this way. But when his hard fleshy pole had reached a certain level of erotic excitation, the guard wanted her to withdraw her blistering tongue from his asshole and get underneath him.
Crawling underneath him, Connie reached up and slapped his round, rubbery ass cheeks. He fed her his long, throbbing prick. The dark-skinned Mexican guard enjoyed watching his stiff, intense manhood slid into her mouth. He carefully observed her lips fastening on his pulsating, thick penis.
"Suck the head of it," he told her.
Her lips fastened firmly on his erect manhood. Connie sucked smoothly.
"Eat me," he cried anxiously. "Suck my cock."
Connie's lips held it firmly. She closed her eyes as she massaged his ass cheeks. The guard was enjoying himself enormously.
"Finger fuck my asshole," he demanded.
Connie parted his firm buttocks gently and eased her finger up his tight anal passage. The combination of having his prostate gland massaged while he was getting his cock sucked provided him with plenty of erotic stimulation.
She continued sucking nervously. It was obvious to him that once she got his thick prick in her mouth, she was enjoying it.
"Suck my cock," he smiled.
Rhythmically now, the guard pulled in and out of Connie's willing mouth. He liked to see her sensuous red lips fasten on his meaty male member. He was starting to sweat now as he came closer to climax.
"Slip your finger up my ass and massage my balls," the guard demanded of his captive prisoner.
Connie withdrew her finger from his tight anus. She let her hand reach for his meaty balls and gently caressed and massaged them.
"Suck me," he insisted, "suck my prick off. I want to see you swallow me. If you take your mouth off it when I shoot my wad I will beat you."
With such a fearful suggestion, Connie realized that she must suck quickly and completely. The last thing on earth she wanted was to have her mouth overflowing with his cum juice. But if swallowing his creamy load would satisfy him, she knew that was what she must do.
"Eat it," he exclaimed passionately. "Suck it. Suck, suck!"
Connie's lips continued holding his thick, emblazoned penis. She sucked hungrily, swallowing him all the way.
As the hot sperm splashed down her throat, she gulped for dear life. This pleased the guard. He could tell that she hated it. But that only added to the fire in his loins. It also added to his sadistic satisfaction to be able to force her to do something she loathed.
Connie went on licking, sucking and massaging the guard's swelling balls until she had drained him dry. At that point she pulled her mouth off his sturdy penis and lay there.
The guard seemed pleased now. He had obtained from her what he wanted.
"Perhaps you will have a little more respect for me," he told her.
Connie never said a word. She knew she had only loathing and hate for him. If ever she had an opportunity to tell in court what happened to her, she knew she would.
The guard seemed quite contented. He lit up a cigarette and watched her. Then he bent over and placed the cigarette on her left bosom. Connie let out the howl of a banshee. She could have been heard for miles around. The guard instantly clapped his hand over her sensuous red lips.
"When I burn your breasts," he ordered, "you must not cry out. You must accept it."
To make his point, the sadistic guard lit another cigarette and started it burning on her other bosom. Connie lay there sweating. As great drops of perspiration rolled off her nude body she felt as though she was being tortured beyond the point any human being could endure.
The guard, however, seemed to respond sexually to what he was doing in a magnificent manner. His cock became engorged with blood and his balls were bloated with lustful delight.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he declared anxiously, "and fuck you good."
At that point he was eager to demonstrate exactly what he had in mind. Wasting no time he got on the floor and rolled Connie over. Pulling her up roughly, he parted her rippling ripe ass cheeks without ceremony. Flipping his hard, throbbing cock between her curvaceous, round buttocks, he shoved forward. Connie wanted to cry out in pain but she knew it would only mean a hand clomped over her mouth, pressing under her nose, making it difficult to breathe. That being the case, she submitted to his anal attack.
Ramming forward, the Mexican guard plunged his probing penis right up her tender, tight asshole.
Clutching her ripe ass cheeks, he plowed in and out without mercy. It seemed like vengeance screwing to
Connie. Flipping a finger underneath her, he let his finger glide into her pussy. Connie's buttocks twitched wildly.
"Fuck, fuck," he exclaimed lustfully, "fuck it, fuck it."
With determination and drive, he rode his torrid penis in her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Connie truly hated the anal assault that she was experiencing. However, she felt in no position to do much about it.
"Fuck, fuck," he told her. "Ohhh, yes, yes. That's how you do it. Come on, fuck it off."
It felt wonderful to the guard to have his plunging cock pulled in like quicksand in her tight, sizzling, anal hole. Connie had not been fucked here enough to make her loose. This was what the guard hoped for. He wanted a tight, hot screw and he was getting it.
"Fuck, fuck," he exclaimed passionately. "Fuck, fuck!"
Rhythmically he was riding and sliding up her tight anal orifice. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she endured the torture of his stabbing, hard cock.
"Ohhh," Connie groaned in despair as she felt his mammoth manhood ramming up her hot asshole.
It was strange how after the obscene attack of his thick penis stabbing up her ravished asshole without mercy, she could detect a measure of pleasure. It bothered her that such an obscenity could be satisfying.
In response to the prison guard's trusty, hard, deep strokes, Connie shoved back. She wanted to feel him inserting his hot rapier prick ever deeper up her asshole.
It was a form of keen, erotic pleasure that made Connie throw her sizzling, thrusting ass in gear.
"I want it," he cried passionately. "Fuck, bitch, fuck."
Connie kept her tail twisting in time to his riding, sliding shaft.
"Ohhh," the prison guard shuddered as he finished fucking her all the way.
He thrust his rigid driving dick in and out of her cum-slick butt a couple more times. He wanted to derive every measure of pleasure he could from her body.
"You are a very beautiful girl," he told her.
He slapped her ass cheeks crudely and then left her alone. Connie felt a sense of despair sweeping over her. It seemed as if she would never get out of prison. She was ushered back to her cell and this time the girl who had no character at all was sitting there, opening a box of chocolates. Connie knew that she probably bribed the men with her body to get the luxuries she wanted in prison. She had a small transistor radio and didn't seem to be hating the life in prison the way Connie was. Of course, the reason being the fact the girls were of different character.
Connie wrote to her mother again and there was no reply. It was becoming a futile situation. Two weeks later the prison warden had her in his office again. He said that he had been asked to question her further regarding her connection with the heroin that was in the airplane. With a tragic expression in her eyes, Connie shook her head gravely.
"I don't know anything about it," she repeated.
That didn't satisfy the warden. He paced the floor like a Nazi gestapo commander.
"You haven't satisfied me at all," he told her. "Lies, refusals, what am I going to do with you?"
His eyes glanced toward his whips again. Connie knew what intense pleasure he derived from using his whips on her bare body.
"Please, don't hurt me anymore," she begged.
Instead of making him feel good that she was begging for mercy, it infuriated him. For with her request came a charge. A charge that he was treating her without any consideration.
"Are you saying I am mistreating you?" he asked, slamming his fist on his desk in a fury.
Connie remained silent now.
"Nothing could be further from the truth," he declared.
To make his point, he went to his whips.
"Now if I were to ask you to take off all of your clothes and used my whips on you, that might be cruel. Some men do that, you know. Let me just give you a sample of what wrong treatment would be like."
Connie didn't completely understand what the prison warden had in mind. But he left no doubt as to what he had in mind when he told her a second later, 'Take your clothes off."
She removed her clothes, then stood before him dejected, naked and full of despair. He came over to her and let his whip gently caress her beautiful ripe bosoms.
"You have such a lovely body," the prison warden acknowledged, "that it would be a shame to scar it. It would be a shame to do it. But if you don't let me help you, other men who have less character might try to force the truth from you with more persuasion."
Connie wondered if there could be anyone more sadistic, brutal, cruel or vicious than this warden. Not only was he humiliating her like this, but he was attempting to make her feel grateful for the mercy that he wasn't showing.
In a blind fury the warden let the whip lash across her breasts and across her thighs. Connie felt helpless now.
"Stop, please, stop," she begged.
The prison warden was just becoming revved up. His stiff loins were heating up as he watched her cringe in fear and observed the red slashes on her body that the whip was creating.
'Turn around," he finally said, his voice husky with lusty, erotic arousal.
Reluctantly, Connie turned around. She knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to jack off while he whipped her. Sure enough, as she glanced over her shoulder she saw him unzipping his fly. Pulling out his long stiff cock, he continued letting the whip bite into her beautiful white ass globes. Connie had learned not to flinch or weep. That might create trouble. For it would interrupt the passionate flow of pleasure that the prison warden was obtaining. He would have to come over and clamp a hand over her mouth. That would require him to either drop his whip or his cock. And she would be blamed for subtracting from his pleasure time.
So Connie bravely stood there and let him lash her trembling body with his stinging whip. "Stop it, stop it!" she begged finally. He was panting now. His cock was hard. As Connie turned around she saw him holding his steaming prick out for her.
"Crawl over here on your knees," he told her.
Crawling on her knees, she was finally confronted with his massive penis. He held it out to her as the tip of it dripped with cum.
"Worship it," he said seriously.
If there was anything Connie hated, it was the hypocrisy of this tragic situation. To worship a man she despised was indeed torture.
"Worship my cock," he insisted.
Connie let her pink tongue lick the tip. The crystal bead of cum didn't taste bad. She let her mouth swallow the head of his shaft. That pleased the prison warden enormously. Reaching out now, he forced her farther down on his erect manhood.
"I want to throat fuck you," he said.
Having see the picture, "Deep Throat," he had wanted to have a throat fuck ever since. He plunged it down Connie's throat, enjoying every erotic moment.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he let her mouth slide all the way.
Only his balls rode on her chin and her lips. Obviously deriving an enormous amount of pleasure from what he was doing, he gripped her head firmly.
"Suck me, suck me," he whispered.
As the prison warden came close to climax, he insisted that Connie eat him. She wanted to spit his sperm on the floor. Connie wanted to bite his cock, to inflict pain and injury on him. However, she was required at this tragic point in her sorry life to provide pleasure for the prison warden. She had to mouth his penis and carry him to the heights of erotic ecstasy so he could shoot his wad in her mouth and observe her sucking him off.
"Eat me," he cried anxiously. "Eat me."
Connie tried her best to suck and swallow his thick cum load.
"Ohhh," he exclaimed excitedly, "suck me. Suck me."
Connie's lips fastened firmly on his trusty, sliding shaft. She slurped lasciviously on his rigid manhood.
"Suck me off," he told her. "Suck."
The delicious thrills that tingled through his body had him completely turned on.
"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "eat me. Suck it off."
The hot, white cum shot down Connie's throat when the prison warden got it there. She tickled and massaged his inflated balls, holding them cupped in her hand, trying to provide him with the last bit of erotic pleasure.
Swallowing his juicy, shooting cum load pleased him enough so that when she got to her feet he didn't say anything else to her but to get dressed. Connie put on her clothes and went back to her cell.
When she was working in the laundry the next day with the girl who obviously had no character, she got to talking to her.
"We're the only two American girls in here," the girl smiled, "and we ought to be friends. My name is Helen. What's yours, dear?'"
At first Connie didn't want to communicate with her. However, she thought better about it later. It was true, they were the only two American girls in the prison and they might as well be friends.
"Connie," she answered.
"Connie," Helen shook her head grimly, "this is a hell-hole. But what can a girl do? I was caught red-handed with pot. I guess I just have to pay the price. But there are some nice people here."
Connie narrowed her eyes. She wanted to cut loose with a volley of oaths to demonstrate what she thought of the place. However, there was a guard standing close to them as if he were trying to eavesdrop.
"Yes, it is rather nice here," Connie smiled nervously.
The guard grinned as he realized Connie was lying through her teeth.
The girl continued talking to Connie about her past.
"I was homecoming queen at college," she told Connie.
"How nice, but remote now," Connie shook her head. "We're stuck here, honey, and there's nothing anybody can do."
Helen had to admit that she deserved what she got. "I guess I'm just a rebel girl," she told Connie frankly, "and I've never done anything right. I was even playing around with my father at home."
Connie was shocked to think that anyone could be of such low character as to carry on with their own parent.
'That's grim," she said flatly. Helen caught on that Connie was not very sympathetic to her weaknesses. "Nobody's perfect," Helen asserted. Connie nodded. "You can say that again."
About that time the guard broke up their conversation.
"It's time you two girls did more work," he insisted. "You're just talking around here and wasting time."
Connie thought that was plenty gross.
"Sorry to bother you," she declared.
The guard proved to be quite a bother. He ushered Connie back to her cell.
"I take it you don't like it around here," he smiled.
Connie was tired and hot and she didn't mind if she did tell him what she thought.
"Who the hell would like it here?" she asked him bluntly.
The guard laughed at her integrity and honesty of response.
"Well, that's an honest answer," he said.
Once she was in her cell, he told her what he wanted.
"I'd like to screw your pussy," he told her.
Connie was exhausted.
"Another day," she suggested.
The guard didn't feel that way about it. He was reaching down to gently massage his bulging crotch.
"I can't wait another day," he said under his breath.
It didn't take him long to slip his stiff long penis from his pants and give her a view of it. When Connie saw what he had between his quivering legs, she realized he did have a big problem that needed taking care of. Pronto.
Connie had become so used to undressing for sex now that she felt almost like a two-bit tramp.
"When I get out of here I'll know how to turn a trick in Vegas," she smiled without humor.
The guard didn't understand exactly what Connie was talking about. He wondered if she was trying to give him some subtle insult.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"I just said I've had an education for Las Vegas, where prostitution and gambling are big."
Connie was naked now and she lay sprawled on the floor with her inviting creamy legs spread. Soon the guard was sprawled out over her. Connie was hardly prepared for the lusty sexual feelings that were surging through the guard now. He began by licking her warm ripe bosoms and sucking on her distended nipples. He worked down to her crotch. He sucked on her hungrily there and finally managed to slide his rigid manhood in her velvety slit. He plunged in a few times, enjoying every moment of it.
"You've got a nice, tight pussy," he whispered in a husky tone.
He continued slashing his sturdy phallic rifle into her hot pussy slit. Connie loathed him, but she accepted it. He wasn't undressed. He had just pulled his fleshy tool from his pants and still had his prison guard uniform on.
As he straddled over her, she reached for his olive-skinned ass cheeks. She let her hand slip under him so she could feel of his bare buttocks. This pleased the guard. When she slipped her finger up his asshole that pleased him even more.
Connie's pussy muscles grabbed at his sliding, hard shaft. She squeezed the rigid cock.
"Fuck me," she begged him, "fuck me."
With determination and drive he went on slicing hard in her. Connie responded by letting her twitching pussy muscles grab at his sliding manhood. She knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he was unloading his thick cum in her hot mound.
By giving him the impression that she was really enjoying it, the guard got so excited that he momentarily pulled his slippery cock from her hot, juicy jole and then removed his clothes. Now that he was naked, he figured he could enjoy sex with Connie even more. He was eager to press his naked flesh against her naked body.
His hairy chest thrust against her beautiful snowy bosoms. The guard's hot hands gripped Connie's ass cheeks as he guided her and screwed her at the same time.
Connie enjoyed getting fucked by him. He was giving her a wild ride.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she panted.
With deep, hard strokes he slid into her. She was enjoying it more every moment.
"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "give it to me."
He went on thrusting inside of her. She was so hot now she could hardly stand it.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "fuck, fuck."
The delicious thrills that tingled through his body as her hands massaged and clasped his supercharged buttocks while he pumped it to her had him almost climaxing. But he held back. He wanted to make it last.
When he did get his rocks off, he stabbed in deep. He shoved in hard and looked at her lustfully as he finished exploding.
Connie felt herself juicing when he came. It was obvious to the guard that this was one young, female prisoner who apparently was oversexed and enjoyed getting balled.
Pulling his trusty cock from her slippery twat, he smiled at her. He patted her affectionately as some of his cum juice dripped on her naked body.
Connie lay there after he had gone. She was still naked. To her surprise and amazement this was one man she had enjoyed balling with. And this affected her even worse. She had thought Helen was a terrible person for carrying on with the guards as if she enjoyed their advances. Now she was reaching the point where she enjoyed it herself. Being in prison was not as horrifying as she had thought it would be.
It had been a marvelous, erotic adventure for her. And Connie would not soon forget how much she enjoyed it.
When she did get dressed and had her evening meal, she felt no shame. She had come to accept the fact that sexual feeling was as normal as eating. After all, she reasoned, why shouldn't a woman enjoy it? Then she connected her guilt feelings with her mother's religious fanaticism. It was this fanaticism that had brought her to the point where she was now, she realized. If she had given in to her boyfriend, she reasoned, all of the problems that subsequently fouled up her life would not have occurred.
In desperation, Connie wrote another letter to her mother and told her what she thought of her.
"Dear mom. Thanks a lot for nothing. I got to thinking it over while I was living in this hell-hole that you were really the cause of my problems. When I would go out with my boyfriend, you would keep telling me I would be an evil, wicked girl if I gave him sex. As a consequence, I lost him. Hurt and confused I took any job that I could. The money was little and the opportunity to turn tricks was great. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to turn a few tricks and augment my income. I did and wound up here. For I had not learned true discrimination between right and wrong. It is wrong not to love when you feel something. It is wrong to make love when you feel nothing. That's all there is to it. You have to live with yourself. I found I can do that now. I enjoy being honest with myself. And I think you were a miserable mom. So I had to write and tell you how terrible I honestly thought you were. Good luck and I hope you don't foul up anybody else's life. Your daughter, sincerely, Connie."
Connie was not afraid to let her mother know the truth. She had let it all hang out and she was glad.
The torture that she had endured by blaming herself for all of her problems was more than she could take and more than she had to take.
It was strange now how everything seemed different to her. She sort of looked forward to the sexual encounters. Connie didn't care for the pain and torture that some of the men seemed to enjoy making her endure. But she had to remember that in their work they were accustomed to dealing with rough characters who would kill them if they weren't following their orders precisely. This was the situation she was in and Connie realized its dangers fully.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The guard changes became more frequent. And Connie decided she would go on the make when the next guard didn't immediately come after her. She figured she might as well give him a piece of ass if he would give her some cigarettes.
"Hey, have you got a cigarette?" she asked the swarthy young guard who came on duty a couple of nights later.
"Yeah, I guess I could give you one," he said, letting his hand slide through his rumpled brown hair.
Before he handed over the cigarette to her, however, he thought of a few strings he wanted to attach to the cigarette.
"I'll give you a whole pack of them if you'll give me something," he told her candidly.
Connie knew what he wanted but she wanted to let him be the aggressor.
"What is it?" the young girl asked the guard.
"I want to fuck you," he said under his breath.
Connie was amused with his embarrassed way of saying it. She realized that he obviously was not a hardened, crude type of man. And this made it all the more pleasurable arid exciting for her to introduce him to bizarre ways of sex that she had learned through her prison stay.
She nodded silently and the young guard came into the cell. Before he handed her the pack of cigarettes he had in his pocket, he insisted she give him sex.
"You don't want to do it with your clothes on," Connie told him.
It made him feel a bit embarrassed to take off all of his clothes as he was a shy young man. But Connie erased all of that with her own actions.
"I like to be naked when I do it," she informed him.
It didn't take her long to get her clothes off. He looked at her lustfully.
"You are very beautiful," he smiled as he saw her removing her garments.
Connie wasted no time in stripping. He looked at her lustfully now, anxious to do everything he could to her.
It wasn't long before he was completely naked. She saw the huge hunk of man meat swinging between his legs. Going over to him she gently pulled on it. Connie saw it come to life as she stroked and massaged him.
Connie reached up to finger his twitching balls. He loved the erotic arousal being generated by her hand movements.
"I want you so bad," he told the naked, young, blonde girl.
"Let's lie down here," Connie said as she spread a towel on the cold cement prison floor.
The guard lay down on his back and she began licking around his ass cheeks. No one had ever explored his body here before and it really fired up his twisting loins. He loved the erotic sensation of Connie's tongue inching up his tight rectum.
"Tongue fuck my asshole," he panted as he wiggled his buttocks back and forth.
Connie kept her tongue sliding up his rectum while her hand gripped his long, hard shaft. She pulled on his throbbing, inflated prick and went on flipping her tongue gingerly about his buttocks. He loved the erotic sensation of her responsive wet tongue sliding up his asshole.
"Lick my ass out," the young, dark-skinned guard begged the blonde prison girl.
Connie accommodated him. She reached for his manhood, pulling on it dutifully. He loved the rapid-fire rhythm that she was contributing to his erotic satisfaction. Connie pulled hard on his long, thick penis.
"Keep pulling," he told her. "I love that sensation." Connie kept pulling and he was more excited than ever.
"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy.
The erotic pleasure that he was deriving from what she was doing was evidenced to her by the way he wiggled his body.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
Connie eased her ripe red tongue from his asshole. She licked all around his steaming testicles and finally let her mouth slide to the head of his long, shiny shaft. At first she just let her pink tongue tip gently slide over and caress the tip of his steely cock. Finally she let her mouth slip over the head of his stiff penis and she sucked.
"Suck it off," the guard told her. "Come on, suck it off."
The hot tongue flipped resolutely across the head of the quivering cock as she finally got in gear. Soon her head was bobbing up and down on his long, throbbing penis.
Reaching out, the guard gripped her head. He enjoyed being in this dominant position of guiding her down over him.
Connie continued massaging his electrified balls and finally fingered his twisting asshole while she ate him. This was the kind of erotic pleasure he seldom experienced. Usually he was very lucky if he could manage to ride his steely prong in a girl's smooth furry nest. Connie's lips fastened firmly on the guard's rigid prick. She sucked rhythmically as he pumped it to her. The guard enjoyed letting his rifle-like penis slide against the back of her throat. With a few driving cock stabs he got it off. Hot sperm splashed down her throat as she gulped hungrily.
When Connie had finished giving him a blow job she figured he'd be satisfied. However, after he had dressed and walked down the cell block, he came to Helen's cell. Helen had apparently heard everything that went on in Connie's cell.
"Did she give you a good time?" Helen smiled at the guard.
The guard nodded.
"I can give you a better time," Helen said, turning around and patting her firm ripe buttocks.
The guard still could get his sturdy prick off again. The idea of getting to ride his long hard penis up the beautiful girl's luscious behind appealed to him. He opened her cell door and came in. Helen wasted no time. She had listened to the conversation with Connie and wanted some cigarettes, too.
"For a pack of cigarettes you can have it up the ass," she informed him.
He laughed as he explained what had happened.
"Another girl got my last pack," he told her. "But if you'll trust me, I'll see to it that you get a pack of cigarettes. Just get on your hands and knees and let me stick it in you."
Helen agreed. As Connie listened, she couldn't say Helen was a slut without saying she herself was a slut, too. She wasn't about to say that.
The guard didn't take off all of his clothes now. He simply unzipped his fly and mounted the young girl as he knelt behind her on the floor. Her upturned curvaceous ass cheeks were ready. Apparently Helen didn't bother with such niceties as panties. She was always prepared for an invasion from either angle.
Now the guard's rigid, hard penis stabbed right up Helen's hot asshole. He rode it in with deep, penetrating stabs. She wiggled her firm ivory ass cheeks zealously.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "I love that. Fuck, fuck."
With hard, deep strokes he continued riding in. She thrilled to the erotic sensations.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "that feels good. Fuck. Fuck!"
Helen wiggled her flexing ass, shoving it back for the young guard. He was enjoying his fuck enormously. His balls bounced against her rubbery ass cheeks as he continued plunging in her vengefully. It didn't take him long a second time around. His hot, creamy cum surged up her ripe, willing asshole.
Sliding in two more times, he then eased off.
The next day while working in the laundry, Helen confronted Connie.
"That was a real neat guard that we had last night, wasn't he?"
At first Connie wanted to pretend she didn't know what Helen was talking about. However, Helen immediately picked up on her evasiveness.
"You don't have to be ashamed of it, honey. After all, we have to do what we can to survive."
Those words rang in Connie's ears. If there was a way that she could survive and surmount her difficulties, her problems could be solved. Five years here and she knew she would rather be dead. But it wasn't easy to even figure out a way to take your own life. As a matter-of-fact, nothing about the dismal prison was tolerable.
Another trial date was set for Connie. She was ushered into the courtroom and a defense attorney spoke on her behalf. However, when it came right down to it, the only proof that she had was her word. And the judge did not find her word enough. He was determined to stamp out the drug connections between Mexico and the United States and he let her know it in no uncertain terms.
She was returned to her jail cell. Connie was almost glad when the warden called her down to his office the following day.
"Connie," he said quietly, "I really believe you are telling the truth. But as you can see, that's not enough. They caught you and your partner red-handed. The person you should really hate is your partner. If he didn't tell you what he was doing and got you into this horrible mess, hate him, not us."
Connie got the prison warden's point. It was true, she had to hate the man who got her into the mess and not the authorities who were faced with circumstantial evidence that pointed the finger of accusation at her.
Having made his little speech, he began making a pitch for her.
"You're a very beautiful girl," he agreed quietly, "but there's only one thing that is wrong about you. You are afraid to experience much. If you would only join with me and your girl friend, Helen, in an orgy, I'm sure we could have a beautiful time."
It was one thing to understand and tolerate the way that Helen wanted to live. But it was quite another thing to enjoy it.
Connie remained silent for a long moment and then looked up at him and slowly asked, "What do you expect?"
Smiling nervously, the warden explained exactly what he wanted. "I want you both."
Heaving a sigh of nervous tension, Connie let him know she didn't want to participate in any such orgy.
"Perhaps I'd better put it to you in another way," he told her. "You really don't have much choice in the matter."
"Thanks," Connie snapped.
It had become all too clear to her what her position was.
Connie did her best to beg off. But the prison warden wasn't listening. He picked up his phone and called for a guard to bring Helen down to his office.
Helen showed up a couple moments later with a guard at her side.
"That's all right," the warden informed the guard, "you can leave her here. Stand at my secretary's door and when I'm through interrogating her, you can have her."
Now that the door was locked and the prison warden was horny for both girls, he made no secret of what he expected.
"We might as well make the most of it," he told them. "I can see to it that you get some small favors. Of course, I can't release you, even if I wanted to. But why don't you give me what I want and I'll give you a few things you want."
It was very clear to Helen that Connie didn't care for her.
"Let's undress now," the warden smiled as he pulled out a sofa bed at the side of the room.
He started undressing, too. Connie was the last to strip. Reluctantly she slid out of her clothes and finally was nude, along with Helen and the warden.
The good-looking Mexican jailor had a huge, throbbing penis that obviously needed satisfaction.
"I'm going to lie back on the bed," he told the girls, "and one of you can suck my balls while the other licks at my asshole. I haven't decided which one of you will have the honor of eating my cock."
He stretched out on his back on the sofa bed and parted his legs eagerly. Helen figured it was best to be obedient. Promptly she got on the sofa bed with him and volunteered her ripe red tongue for the warden's asshole.
Helen's pulsating tongue flipped up his searing behind. His butt wiggled and then he watched Connie. Reluctantly Connie got on the sofa bed, too.
"Now slip your tongue around my balls," he demanded.
Connie finally let her probing tongue slide around his skewering testicles. This seemed to get him greatly stimulated and aroused.
"Keep it up," he demanded.
Connie sucked on his torrid, inflated nuts while the other prisoner licked his asshole. The warden reached for his steely prick and jacked off while he felt the erotic sensations of one girl eating his hot butt, while the other sucked his hungry nuts.
"That's how I like it," he smiled. "Just like that."
It really bothered Connie to have to lick his agitated balls. Finally he figured he would force her down on his stiff penis. He knew he could obtain a certain kind of erotic satisfaction from forcing her to do something she obviously despised so very much.
Finally grasping his throbbing, long cock, she slipped her mouth over the spongy tip of it. At the same time Connie's finger tips agitated his warm balls. She was grateful she didn't have to lick the warden's asshole. Helen was accommodating this bizarre sexual appetite for him magnificently.
Helen's hot tongue had stiffened and stabbed right up the warden's sizzling behind. Even though Connie could not understand how anyone could do this and enjoy it, she did see Helen apparently liked to suck ass. For Helen was putting a lot into it. Her steady tongue would plunge rigidly and rapidly up the warden's behind. Soon she was agitating his balls as well, as if she wanted to get in on all the action.
"I wish I could have both of you suck me off," the warden smiled.
Connie's lips clasped his sliding, long shaft. She gripped it tightly with her mouth and hung on for dear life. She sucked smoothly. Connie was enjoying it now immensely.
"Ohhh," the warden panted as she kept it up, "I like it."
It disturbed Connie that she was being subjected to such savage treatment. However, she knew she would have to do as he told her, if she valued her life. It wasn't long before the warden was riding his enflamed shaft down her throat still further. A few more shoves and he erupted in her steaming mouth. She gulped.
"Suck me off," he begged frantically. "Suck my prick off."
Connie sucked his throbbing, long manhood.
"Eat me," he cried anxiously. "Suck me off."
Her lips fastened firmly on his rippling, long shaft as she finished blowing him.
Pulling off now, she figured she would be through. But no way.
"Helen, you can quit licking my asshole," he told the other girl. "I want to give Connie that opportunity. I'll eat her pussy while she sucks my butt."
As if that wasn't enough, the warden got another idea.
"That wouldn't be fair to you, though, Connie," he said grimly. "You ought to be in the act, too. Maybe you could suck Connie's asshole."
Connie looked at him in revulsion and shock. What an abnormal thing to suggest, she thought to herself.
"I'm not a lesbian," she declared self-righteously.
"Too bad," the warden shook his head, "but you can learn."
That was his attitude and she knew she could do nothing to counter his suggestion.
Straddling him, she lowered her inviting pink pussy over his face. In seconds he was clasping her alabaster thighs and licking her wet vagina. In the meantime, she was parting his twisting ass cheeks and firmly sucking his butt. But that wasn't enough. The warden let her know in emphatic terms that he expected her to suck out his agitated asshole and made loud suck sounds which would stimulate and arouse him.
They kept this up for a short time. "Ohhh," Connie cried in her erotic frenzy, "I love it, I love it."
It was wonderful having one person eat her moist appetizing pussy while the other ate her ass out. She juiced in the warden's face as she had never juiced before. The warden was pleased and excited at the erotic stimulation that she was providing. He sucked her dry.
Finally he figured it might be fun to call in the guard and watch him fuck Connie up the asshole. He knew Connie was always making a fuss and he figured it would give her something more to create a stir about. The guard was called in. He was ordered to take off his clothes and insert his rigid prick up Connie's blazing rectum.
The guard was only too anxious to follow his instructions. Removing his clothes, he could hardly wait to slip out of his tight-fitting shorts and let his penis slip up Connie's tight behind.
Next the warden explained what he wanted.
"I want Connie crawling across the floor," he suggested, "and I will whip her ass into submission. At that point you mount her and give her an ass fuck."
Connie was nervous now. But she tried to conceal her feelings. She crawled across the floor as the naked warden beat her. All the while he was beating her, Helen was pulling on his long fleshy cock. Seconds later the guard got down and grabbed Connie's behind and plunged his rigid male member into her tight anus.
All of a sudden there was a commotion at the warden's door. Some authorities were trying to get in. His superior heard the strange sounds coming from the warden's office and he suspected the worst. Breaking down the door, he observed the orgy. The warden shook with fear as he saw his boss glaring down at him.
"I.. . I apologize," he hemmed and hawed.
Connie and Helen were given time off for the terrible injustices that had been done to them in the prison. They only had to serve one-year terms.
Once Connie was released, she and Helen had become friends and they went back to the United States together.
"Have you ever thought of going into hustling for a living?" Helen suggested with a smile. Connie shook her head.
"After what I've been through," she told Helen, "I don't want to live like this. I'm sorry."
Shrugging, Helen told her, "It takes all kinds. Hope you have luck finding whatever you want."
