Four young people, a beautiful, lithe blonde, Caroline Evers, and her husband Bob, and a cute brunette, Susie Miller, and her husband Larry, were arrested and sentenced to the county work farm for nothing more serious than running out of gas at the wrong time. Stunned and disbelieving, they let themselves be led into prison ... and into a nightmare beyond their wildest imaginations!
Forced to choose between working like a pair of slaves at the county hog farm in the summer heat, the two girls took the only alternative ... letting the sadistic warden and his men work their lusts on them. Their last remnants of decency were sliced away as the two young wives were forced to perform with a pair of black convicts from the men's prison where their husbands were incarcerated.
From that it was an almost painless step to the warden's new venture ... a prostitution service for truckers stopping at the nearby truck stop his brother-in-law owned. Carolyn was first, totally numbed to the horrors of her imprisonment and rape by now, and she did everything the three truckers demanded of her and more!
Susie was hauled from her cell for a late-night rendezvous with a pair of real truck-driving men, and she took everything they had and left them gasping! What had happened to these two faithful wives? What had made them snap, what had turned them into man-hungry whores? Or was it only a defense against the horrors of their surroundings, the only way they could stay alive and sweat their way through the ninety day sentence?
But the worst that could happen was not far behind. . . Bob and Larry got word of the warden's treachery at the nearby men's compound and began to labor in their zeal for escape ... and revenge!
CHAPTER ONE
"Susie, I can't, I just can't do it again!" the blonde girl cried, her eyes red with tears and her cheeks flushed with color. She lay on her bunk, naked in the hot, humid night, her thin sheet crumpled at her feet.
"But, Carolyn, it's a chance ... a faint one, but the only one we've got!" the cute teenage brunette explained, wiping the perspiration from her brow and brushing her bangs back into place. She was wearing prison clothes, a skirt and a loose-fitting blouse, and though Carolyn could not have known, she had on nothing underneath ... she was as naked beneath her uniform as she had beeen a short while ago in the cab of those truckers' rig at the truck stop!
"What makes you think those guys would help us? They paid for your services, that's all ... just like those three guys earlier paid for me!" Her eyes flooded with stinging tears as she remembered the humiliations ... three men, three of them!
"Carolyn, I know it's a slim chance ... but do you honestly think you can stand another eighty days and nights like this?" The young brunette knew her words were harsh and that the memories hurt her gentle blonde girlfriend like a knife blade between her ribs, but it had to be done ... there had to be some way out of this prison camp!
The tall, good-looking blonde girl stood up, still naked; she had only the faintest bruises and teeth-marks to evidence the wild orgy she had been a part of against her will this same night. She had been the first to go the first in the warden's scheme to make some extra money and have some laughs.
"Okay," she said quietly, looking for her blouse to cover the proud, high curves of her breasts. She was lithe and slinky, like a fashion model, and her tits were the kind women spend millions of dollars trying to get high and taut, her nipples pink and perfectly formed as they jutted in tiny crinkly peaks from the swelling mounds of her breasts. Her legs were long and slender and smooth, the best part of her body really, and where they came together was a light, fleecy triangle of downy pubic hair that covered her sex ... and beneath that sparse vee lay the secret of her own body's mutinous betrayal. Even Carolyn did not know the whole truth ... that she had gone far beyond what she had to do with those men the warden sent her to. That she had betrayed her own shredded sense of decency, the last faded remnants of the morality she had possessed when she entered this awful place. That she had actually enjoyed the things those men did to her! She was sorely ashamed, humiliated and tearful that she could have let her body run away with her that way, but it had happened ... and would it happen again? God, would she be powerless to control the pagan, primeval urgings of her own wanton desires?
"Hurry up, the guard is going to take us back to the truck stop. Al that's one of the guys must have paid a lot of money, 'cause they're going to give us one of the rooms this time."
Carolyn was pulling on her panties, stepping first with one long curvaceous leg and then the other, into the thin cotton prison-issue underwear. "A room? I had one before ... where did you ... I mean..."
Susie looked down at her feet, she was barefoot, having left her shoes in the prison car. "In a truck cab...,with the two of them."
"Oh, Susie ... it must have been awful!" The blonde exclaimed.
"Yes, it was," Susie lied. "But it might be our ticket out of this nightmare. Now, come on before they change their minds!"
* * *
There were two truckers waiting for the girls when they were led by the off-duty guard from the prison camp to room five at the rear of the truck stop. It was a tiny room with four double-decker bunks, just a space for sleeping that few of the drivers used now that the big rigs all had sleeping space and air-conditioning and stereo tape decks for entertainment. Only there was no entertainment like this on the road ... this was something special!
Carolyn looked at the two men. One was older, maybe in his fifties, with short graying hair and a three or four day growth of beard. He looked hardened from many years on the roads the way men his age can look. His partner was much younger, somewhere in his twenties, and not at all bad-looking. He was nearly blonde, with hair surprisingly long for a man in this notoriously conservative trade. A tattoo on his upper arm told he had been in the service, the Navy she guessed, and a closer look showed the naval insignia and his initials. This one was Al, she surmised from the initials.
"Hi, girls ... we were beginning to wonder if you would make it," the older man said. "My name's Bert ... and this is Al. Susie, we know you well enough, but what's your pretty blonde girlfriend's name?"
Susie smiled generously and nudged her friend as a reminder of their plan. "This is Carolyn ... she's quite a girl."
Al stepped closer to her and looked her over like a heifer at a county fair. "I'll say ... you're a mighty fine-lookin' woman, honey. How's about if we see a little more ... maybe you and Susie here could do a little, uh, striptease. You know, like at the hoochie-koochie shows!"
Carolyn blushed and shivered with dread at the thought, but she had become numbed to nearly everything now and she knew she could do it if it might mean freedom. "Okay, Al ... w-whatever you f-fellows want," she smiled weakly, her lips trembling.
"Bert, see if you can get some music on that radio there by the bed ... maybe a good rock'n roll song for the ladies to wiggle to!"
The gray-haired truck driver, his shirt sleeves rolled up to expose his muscled arms, thick and powerful from years of swinging big rigs along the nation's highways, tuned the ancient radio until he found a static-laden all-night station from Ohio, blasting out the latest in top-twenty rock and roll. He returned to the girls and his friend, now sitting on the edge of one bunk and ready for the "show" to begin.
Bert looked at Carolyn and Susie the blonde was obviously nervous and afraid, as if this might be something new to her. And Susie was strained, exhausted from their earlier ordeal in the truck cab. "How about a drink first, ladies?" he asked with a grin. "You both look like you could use one."
Carolyn answered without even thinking; she ordinarily cared little for alcohol, but the older trucker was right she needed one if she ever had!
"Yes, sure! A double ... of anything!" Carolyn replied as the two men laughed.
"Kinda new at this, huh?" Al inquired. He was already getting a hard-on, and if his guess was right, this would prove to be one hell of a night.
Carolyn nodded. She felt oddly ashamed, as if being a decent girl most of her life was something to be embarrassed about.
"Well, don't you worry ... Ol' Bert and I'll teach you all you need to know."
Carolyn managed a smile and she looked at her girlfriend; their eyes met and they passed a silent prayer for escape. That this wantonness would lead them to something better ... freedom and perhaps a chance to free their husbands. Carolyn knew a good big city lawyer could win them both an appeal, even now, and if she could only get away from this place, she was almost certain the warden would not try to come after them. After all, he had more to lose than anyone if the story of all this got out ... he was aiding and abetting prostitution, as guilty of a crime as any man under his powerful command ... Dear God, this has to work, it has to!
Bert was back in a minute from the truck with a paper bag, and in it was a bottle of cheap bourbon and a stack of plastic cups, the clear kind that squeeze in your hand if you're not careful.
"Here's the party, girls ... sorry, but I ain't got no ice. We'll just have to drink it with water."
Carolyn winced at the prospect of harsh, supermarket-brand bourbon with tap water in this heat, but she dreamed also of the sanctuary it might offer ... the ' hazy shroud of drunkenness that would make her forget!
She took the cup that Bert offered and watched as Susie downed hers in two hard swallows. "Jesus!" the brunette gasped, her face flushed and her eyes filled with tears. "That must be hundred-proof!"
Bert and Al laughed. "Yeah, it's hundred proof. . . and you'll feel it right down to your pussy!" the older man cackled.
Carolyn hung her head, the words bringing her back to the cruel reality of her presence here. She could not make the mistake of forgetting what she was to these men ... not a loving wife who was trapped in a nightmare of sin and debauchery, but just a whore! A tramp for them to kiss and feel and fuck! A cunt to empty their bloated balls into, and that was all!
"Turn the music up, Bert ... let's get on with the show, girls. One at a time, okay, so we can watch real good. And the best performer gets, let's see ... how about it, Bert, an extra ten dollars? But not paid to the boss, straight to the girl, okay?"
His driving partner of five years nodded and grinned through his cracked and yellowed teeth. "Good enough ... let's see some skin!"
Carolyn looked into her cup of bourbon and water, looking into the tepid pool of liquid as if it might offer some foretelling of her future ... would she ever escape this nightmare? Would she ever escape from this endless cycle of men and sex!?
She downed the thinned-down bourbon in a single swallow and choked for air for a full minute as Al slapped her on the back.
"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning close to her cheek and kissing her lightly in front of her ear.
"Yes ... I'm okay," she stammered, still wheezing for air as the strong bourbon did as the man had told her, burned its way all the way to her loins!
His hand on her back moved slowly downward and she shivered expectantly as his fingers moved over the curve of her slender hip. He kissed her again and his hand moved still lower, down the supple line of her thigh and up under her short denim skirt.
"Nice, baby, real nice," he murmured softly into her ear, his breath heavy with alcohol. "I'm gonna like fuckin' you a whole lot. . . yes, sir, a whole lot!"
Carolyn gulped back her shame and tried to keep her mind on Susie's scheme she had to make these men enjoy themselves enough to help them escape!
She smiled sweetly and put her arms around this stranger; her heart pounded with shame and humiliation as she kissed him hard on the lips, her mouth open so that his tongue slipped into her mouth and burrowed down her throat. She let herself be pulled against his tall, muscled body and she ground her soft girlishness into his flesh, pushing her pelvis into his upper thigh. She felt his dick stiffen against her body and she could tell he was well-hung.
He kissed her again and only released her when his buddy reminded him of the "show" they were expecting. Carolyn backed away, her face red with color and her pulse going a mile-a-minute ... But was it only shame and humiliation that made you feel this way? Wasn't it something else, Carolyn, the closeness of his virile hardness and the promise of his cock between your legs?
Carolyn bowed her head in shame and prayed that the answer was no...I haven't let them turn me into a whore! I still love Bob and when this nightmare is over, he'll take me back and we'll make each other forget!
CHAPTER TWO
Everyone in the cellblock was asleep, except for maybe a couple of old-timers with plumbing problems who stayed awake half the night every night. Bob and Larry were both wide awake, though they remembered to breathe deeply and rhythmically so that the night guard would not hear their "day-time" breathing and get suspicious. They had laughed at the silliness of such extremes at first, but the old "bull" who sold them this plan for escape convinced them otherwise everything had to be done as ordered, right down to the last detail, for there was no margin at all for error.
It was exactly three A.M. by Larry's watch, and he could barely see the dial as he lay with his face on his arm so that the luminous digits would be visible. This escape had cost them what little they had
forty dollars not much by standards in the outside world, but in this hell-hole it was a fortune. There were others involved, old-timers who owed the "bull" a favor from years past, but Larry and Bob knew none of them. It was planned that way so that they could not spill the beans on anyone else if they were caught and brought back in leg irons for a thirty-day rest in the "hole". The segregation unit was a squat concrete blockhouse square in the middle of the camp, with a corrugated roof the only protection against the sun's mid-day heat. Thirty days in that sweat-box, existing on just the barest of food, was enough to break most men for life, if they managed to make it through the full stretch without cracking and being hauled off to the state hospital for a stay in the nut-house, a visit that would not count as part of their sentence, so that when they returned, they'd start where they left off. Within another six months tacked on for escape.
Larry looked again at the dial of his watch ... They're late, damn it, it's four past three already! Something's gone wrong, I know it has! We'll never see Susie and Carolyn again, never!
Just then, there was enough noise to awaken the dead buried in the camp cemetery as the fire klaxon went off shrilly and a couple of hundred sleepy convicts, tired from toiling in the fields and dreading tomorrow's heat and humidity, rolled out of bed. Most had not yet realized that it was not the wake-up bell, but the camp fire-alarm. And a lot of them would not have known anyway, for the fire-alarm had not sounded in nearly a year.
"What the hell!" somebody grunted close by Larry, but he was already on his feet. The night guard was at the door to the yard, cursing loudly and yelling for some word from the towers where the sergeant of the guard, the only ranking officer at night, was probably asleep, curled around a pint of rye.
"Damn it, Sarge ... the light won't come on! What do I do!? " he was screaming, trying to be heard over the raucous din of the whining klaxon.
A faint voice could be heard as the sergeant clamored down the steps to the yard below, ". . . them out of there ... the rules ... never mind the..."
Bob was first by the barred gate to the outside yard and Larry was hard behind him; they did not even look at each other lest someone wonder why they were already dressed when their bunks were halfway to the back of the block.
"All right, you animals ... step lively and stay together in the yard!" the guard bellowed in the darkness. The only light was from the searchlights of the guard towers outside as they focused on the yard and swept the source of the alarm ... the number three supply shed adjoining the main block. There was smoke everywhere but no sign of fire and already the sergeant was becoming suspicious.
Larry glanced again at his watch . . three-ten, just five minutes or less before they found the pulled breaker and switched the compound floods back on and bathed the whole camp in a light as bright as the mid-day sun.
Larry and Bob were the third and fourth men outside, right behind a couple of youngsters who had darted ahead, coughing and choking as they ran through a dense cloud of acrid smoke the smoke that the two men knew to be from a pile of kerosene-and-turpentine soaked rags. They followed the first two, and then cut sharply right in the darkness, along the wall of the barracks-type cellblock. They hugged the wall, staying so close that the searchlight's beam would not give them away. When they were around the far corner, they made for the fence closest to the administration building, the lowest of the four fenced perimeters at eight feet, yet capped like the rest with barbed wire in loose coils. The warden would have liked even tighter security, so the story went, but the state would not allow it, as this was technically a medium-security correctional facility, though he ran it like the tightest A hardened-convicts' "gun-camp".
They stumbled and fell in the darkness and already behind them they could hear the guards lining the men up for a count. Larry dropped to his knees at the fence and found the blanket that was left for them, a standard-issue heavy winter blanket stolen from the supply house before the rags were doused and set afire.
"Here it is ... help me get it over the fence," Larry whispered as loudly as he dared. This area was supposed to be swept by the searchlight every half-minute, but with the compound lights out, the searchlights were all trained on the barracks and the men standing outside in the yard, most of them still in their undershorts and a few stark naked, taking the jokes of their buddies.
They managed to get it over the coiled barbed-wire fence on the second try and Larry stood close to the fence. Just as they had rehearsed it mentally a thousand times, Bob climbed onto his shoulders and threw himself over the blanket. The wire poked through in places and cut him, but the pain was hardly noticeable as their hearts pumped from the tablespoonfuls of adrenalin that were racing in their veins.
Bob gripped the fence, nearly doubled over the barbed wire, and Larry climbed up his legs and scrambled over him, flinging himself to the ground on the other side. Then he helped his friend down head-first, easing him down before they both made for the woods about a hundred yards away. They had been told that their tracks in the plowed field would be a dead give-away, but this was the only way out except down the highway and that was sure capture as there were swamps on both sides of the roadway and anyone running on the highway would be easily spotted in the headlights of the search vehicles.
Just as they reached the woods, they saw the glow of the compound lights coming on, and moments later, they heard the clanging clamor of the escape alarm being sounded and the confused noises of men shouting and dogs being taken from their runs and loaded into trucks for the chase.
"There ... that's the tree! See that blaze on the side!" Larry could barely see anything in the faint glow of the camp's lights this far away, but finally his eyes managed to pick up a large pine tree with a vee-shaped blaze on one side as long as a man was tall.
"They'll trail us here for sure ... let's get the pine sap on our shoes and find that stream!" Bob shouted. There was hardly any need for whispering now as the din from the prison camp drowned out all conversation.
Larry groped around the tree until he found an oozing patch of pine resin and he broke off a handful of the hardened goo and gave it to his friend. Then another for himself as Bob lighted his butane throw-away lighter, a purchase from the commissary though neither of them smoked. He cupped it with his palms to hold down the telltale glow and Larry passed the solidified pine sap over it until it softened and began to drip. He rubbed it on the soles of his shoes and then repeated the process for Bob.
"Let's hope this works," he said.
"Yeah ... but if it worked for the Indians, why not for us?" Bob said.
"Well, keep your fingers crossed ... now which way is that goddamn stream?" They followed the old convict's directions, running full-speed through the pitch-black forest, as limbs tore at their flesh and scratched their skin in a dozen different places. They stumbled and fell and rose again, panting and gasping and struggling to stay together. It was like running in a dream, knee-deep in hardening cement, with every step more painful than the one before it ... until they toppled down a steep bank and into a bubbling stream.
"Aaaww, my fucking head!" Larry groaned. "I hit it on a rock when we went down that bank!"
"Is it bleeding?"
"Yeah, but not too badly ... let's get moving. Upstream, right?"
"That's right...,against the current. He said everybody runs downstream and gets caught."
The water churned around their legs and made the going painfully slow, and every other step meant a fall into waist-deep pools and the dripping heaviness of water-soaked clothes. And around them in the darkness was the uncertainty of drowning and water moccasins and tracking dogs and guards with shotguns ... but they were free. They had a chance, at least, and they had to take it ... to get even for what those animals had done to Carolyn and Susie!
CHAPTER THREE
"Sit down, Carolyn ... I'll go first. Maybe you ought to have another drink. It'll be easier," the prison-clad brunette whispered to her girlfriend.
"Hey, this'll be nice ... I hardly got a look at you in the dark truck!" Bert grunted, sipping a mouthful of bourbon through his teeth. "Let's get moving, girls ... we ain't got but another hour a'fore that guard comes back!"
Susie glanced at her blonde girlfriend ... only one hour, they'd have to make it fast, but good!
"Give me that table, Bert ... let's make it a real show," the dark-haired young girl suggested with an impish wink. The older trucker pushed a battered, knife-marked table over to her and extended a hand for her climb onto it. It was surprisingly sturdy and hardly weaved at all under her bare feet as she began a slow sensuous "go-go" dance in time with the music that was pouring from the old radio.
She gave it all she could dredge up, everything she remembered from the county fairs of her younger years, the occasional strip-tease numbers in "R" rated movies she had seen at the local theaters. The music was nearly perfect, a grinding, heavy-bass number that gave her ample cause to bend and wiggle her curvaceous young body beneath the looseness of her prison clothes.
"Man, that's pretty good!" Bert bellowed, drowning out the radio even though it was turned up full. "This is better than a burley-cue show!"
Susie lifted her hands above her head, clasping them together as she swayed and moved with the beat of the music. Her body seemed to undulate beneath her shirt and skirt, a ripple of girlish excitement starting beneath her shirt and skirt, a ripple of girlish excitement starting with her face and neck and coursing down over the huge, rich swell of her breasts. Then along the flat plane of her tiny belly and into the flaring femininity of her hips. Her feet stayed practically in one position, though the rest of her young body moved with growing abandon.
Carolyn watched with eyes widened with incomprehension as her girlfriend performed like a seasoned stripper. She accepted a second drink when Bert poured it into her cup and she managed to get it down; it burned a little less this time and she could already feel the booze doing its work taking the fine edge off reality and making it all a bit more easy.
As the music changed to a faster number, Susie pulled her shirt out of her skirt and lifted it teasingly to give the men a peek at her breasts.
"Hoo-ee, that's more like it! Let's see some more! Lots more!" Bert was doing all the yelling, but Al was enjoying the show just as much, though he seemed to be looking more at Carolyn than at the brunette stripping just a couple of feet away.
Susie went through the buttons slowly, starting at the top and easing them open until there was a strip of bare skin between the open sides of her shirt. Then, she took the shirt in both hands and pulled it fully open, pushing her chest out so that her full, gorgeous breasts soared high and firm, the large ripe melons jiggling and swaying as she rocked from side to side.
Bert leaned closer and kissed one, full on the large pink nipple of her teenage breast. She moaned and pushed it hard against his face, flattening the huge mound against his nose and lips as he hotly licked it with his heavy, liquor-stained tongue.
"Mmmmmm, tastes familiar!" he chortled, slapping his pal on the back. "Damn familiar!"
Susie started then on her skirt, turning her back on the men and easing the top down over the curvaceous swell of her ass-cheeks slo-o-wly, an inch or so at a time. The small of her back was soft and temptingly smooth, with just a tiny pair of dimples to break the curve of her back as it dipped into the warm, hairless cleft of her behind!
She leaned way over, her buttocks jutting out just a scant foot from where the two men sat watching her. Suddenly, Al edged to the corner of the bunk he was sitting on and pushed her small girlish hands away from her skirt.
"I'll do the rest, honey ... with my teeth!" he laughed, winking at his older friend. He took the elastic waistband of her skirt in his teeth and began to pull it down, his chin working down through the smooth crevice of her ass as she wriggled from the coarse tickling of his beard.
"Ooooh, that tickles, Al! Hurry up!" Susie giggled, her half-naked behind shivering as his face moved along the deep, fleshy cleft of her butt.
Susie squirmed, giggling uncontrollably, as his chin moved down the cleft of her buttocks, and then his nose wiggled into the still-damp furrow as her skirt slipped over her hips and began to move down her thighs. He could have let it go now and it would have dropped on its own, but he chose to push it down still further with his chin and nose splaying the soft nether flesh of her ass.
Finally, he let it go and her skirt dropped to her ankles; she was stark naked there on the table, her soft teenage curves completely exposed to the two men ... and to Carolyn, who sat with the empty cup from her second strong drink, her eyes glazed now from the unaccustomed liquor and a silly grin on her pretty lips.
"Hey, that was all right, baby ... damn fine!" Bert exclaimed, grabbing the inside of her thigh just as inch below the sizzling heat of her genitals. "Now, you come sit on my lap and we'll watch your little girly-friend do her stuff!" Susie knew what he meant, for he was already unzipping his pants and. fishing around for the meaty thickness of his cock ... I'll sit on his lap! I'll sit on his face, anywhere if it'll help get us out of this nightmare!
"Okay, blondie!" Al began, lifting Carolyn from the bunk with one hand in her armpit. "It's your turn and I'm dying to see what's under that uniform. I like 'em tall and long-legged, so let's get movin'! "
CHAPTER FOUR
"Let's stop and rest a minute ... I'm ... worn out!" Bob gasped to his friend through the darkness. Larry was about ten feet ahead, leaning against an unexpectedly-large boulder that jutted from the stream bed and had gashed his knee when he found it the hard way as they worked their way upstream.
"Sure ... I'm bleeding anyway and I need to wash it."
Bob managed a weak laugh. "Just sit down and the stream'll do that."
"I haven't heard the dogs yet, Bob ... do you suppose that means something?" Larry asked anxiously, his ears attuned to the slightest sound in the quiet early-morning darkness. The crickets and frogs had stopped making their noises and the morning birds had not yet started up, so the forest around them was as quiet as a tomb, and the two men could not help thinking it might be theirs!
"Yeah, it might mean they've gone the other way and they're too far away to hear ... or it might mean, well, let's not worry about that too." His voice trailed off and Larry knew what he meant. Maybe they didn't need the dogs; maybe the warden and his shotgun-armed hoods were waiting for them at the bridge where they planned to leave the stream. Maybe the old "bull" had betrayed them and it was all a big joke, with the whole camp laughing and waiting for the two city slickers to be hauled back in chains. Maybe ... Goddamn, just the uncertainty was enough to drive a man crazy!
"C'mon, let's get going again ... we can't afford to stay too long in one spot," his buddy grumbled between gasping breaths. Bob moved on ahead, one leg in front of the other a step at a time. The stream's fast-surging waters had seemed deliciously cool at the beginning, but now they were cold and chilling and the numbness ached through his bones. His eyes were only half-open as the sting of dripping sweat dribbled from his forehead; he splashed some water from the stream on his hair and cleansed the burning perspiration for the moment.
He tried to think of Carolyn, to envision her as he always liked to gorgeously resplendent in her finest clothes when they went out to dinner with friends, but it wouldn't work. Only that last acid-etched memory came back to him, that moment in the courtroom when they sentenced the two girls to ninety days at the work farm and "took them away ... the last time he saw her. It seemed years ago now, though it could be counted in weeks. And even now, in the bone-chilling cold of this stream, he wondered if he would see her again ... Is it all for nothing? Will Larry and I end up buried down at that convicts' cemetery, victims of the warden's shotguns? Goddamn, is it all for nothing!?
CHAPTER FIVE
Carolyn could see what her girlfriend was doing and she wondered why it seemed to affect her this way ... she had seen this and worse since their arrests. But now ... now there seemed to be a strange glowing sensation in the pit of her belly as she climbed unsteadily onto the table with Al's helping hand, her eyes glued to her younger girlfriend as she settled onto the older man's lap. She watched in rapt fascination as Susie opened her legs and straddled the trucker's stiffened erection; Susie kissed him full on the lips and then lowered herself onto the long, thick hardness of his cock, reaching down under her crotch to position it before she sank with a low slurping sound as his prick rode up deeply into her pussy!
"Mmmmmm, it's hard again!" Susie murmured excitedly, with Carolyn still watching. "You just sit still and watch the show and I'll do the humping!"
"C'mon, blondie ... let's get going!" It was Al, still at her side, standing close to her; his hand was on her hip to steady her as she stood on the table. It seemed to be less solid than when Susie was dancing on it, but even Carolyn knew the answer to that one ... she was drunk from the bourbon!
"Here, baby, let me help you ... you'll never get out of those clothes by yourself," Al offered. Carolyn stiffened, but remembered her promise to Susie and to herself and smiled sweetly, with more than a hint of innocence.
"Okay, handsome ... whatever you say!" she beamed gently. Her words smeared together a little around the corners, but she was still on her feet. Her face was radiant, aglow both with the stimulation of alcohol and the promise of escape ... and was there something else? Something even Carolyn failed to see? Was there also the excited prospect of being fucked, of having this virile hunk of truck-driving man on top of her with his cock deep between her naked thighs!?
The handsome blonde trucker began to open the buttons on her prison shirt and
Carolyn obliged by holding her arms out to the sides.
"I might get cold without my shirt," she purred teasingly. Her belly was knotted with fear and dread and she tried not to think at all of her wonderful husband rotting away at the men's camp. She knew Susie was right this was a chance at least and they had to take it!
"No way, baby ... I'll see to that." He had the last button open and he pulled apart the sides of her shirt, exposing the perfectly-formed orbs of her high, proud breasts. Her nipples were soft and pink and they hardened into tiny jewel-like buds as the night air swept over them; he could see a tiny ridge of goose-bumps along the swelling curve of her breasts as she shivered embarrassedly.
Al looked into her eyes and saw the misted haze of her fear and he smiled just before he kissed her left breast with such eagerness that Carolyn nearly fell from the table.
"Ooooohhh!" she gasped, grabbing at Al's shoulder to steady herself as his tongue swirled hotly over her nipple and his teeth nipped at the tender, girlish flesh of her tit.
Suddenly, his hand snaked up under her skirt, between the warm insides of her thighs and, before she could stop him, his fingers were under the crotch band of her panties.
"N-Nooooo..." She protested weakly as his fingers wiggled under the narrow white patch of cotton panties and a single stiffened finger, his middle one, crudely probed into the clasping heat of her vagina. He reached under her skirt with his other hand and deftly yanked her panties off her hips and down her thighs.
"Step out of 'em ... hurry up!" Carolyn did as she was told, and though she still was wearing her prison skirt, Al's hands were under it. free to feel and fondle and caress her most secret genitals!
"Hey, Susie was right ... you are one helluva girl! Mmmmm, that's the tightest pussy I've seen since I was thirteen and popping cherries back in Iowa!" Al hissed, his breath quickening as his middle finger probed heatedly into the clinging fissure of her young cunt. Her sparse, fleecy-pussy-hairs brushed the sides of his hand as he finger-fucked her and she held onto him now with both her hands on his shoulders, moaning a very real whimper of arousal as he wiggled his long, stiff finger into the liquid heat of her twat!
He leaned close to the small gentle hummock of her belly and kissed her fervently, his tongue snaking into the shallow crater of her navel. Then, laughing to himself, he repeated his performance with Susie, only this time he would pull her skirt down from the front!
"Wh-what're you doing?" Carolyn said softly, almost afraid that Susie and Bert would hear her. She dared not look at them, but she could see what was happening from the corner of her eye and that was enough! Susie had her arms around Bert's neck, sitting on his lap with her knees down in the chair beside his hips; she was kissing him soulfully and from the noises they were making, it was obvious that his tongue was deeply down her throat as she pumped up and down on the upraised hardness of his thick, meaty prick. Carolyn could see his erection, wet and glistening with her girlfriend's gushing juices as Susie lifted her ass before sinking again onto his lap, impaling herself on his long, hard cock and groaning as she slithered luridly down the long, thick pole of his erection! Susie was working up and down frantically now, and the incessant moaning gurgle from her throat told Carolyn the truth ... Susie was really enjoying it! That was no act, it was for real!
Al's teeth fastened into the fabric of her skirt and began to tug it down over her abdomen; his finger still stirringly probed into the heat of her vagina, working in and out arousingly so that Carolyn moaned excitedly through her quivering lips.
He tugged still further and his chin moved into the light, fleecy curls of her pubic vee and he dropped his head and kept pulling until his nose was rubbing in the sweet-smelling fissure of her pussy, inches from where his finger worked hotly in and out of her twat.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice, lover," she gasped as suddenly his tongue moved into the warm pink slit, splaying the ragged folds of cuntal softness and laving hotly down the naked cleft of her pussy. With his free hand, he finished undressing her, pulling her skirt and panties off at the same time. And now she too was naked. He paused in his lingual caresses to look at her ... she could have been a marble-hewn statue of an ancient goddess in some millionaire's estate. Or the real thing, her body aglow in the yellowish light. Her skin was completely unblemished and smooth, translucent like pearl, and she smelled of a recent scrubbing, still strong with the prison soap. But it was a good scent, a strong arousing scent that fired the anxious virility in his loins and he knew he had to have her ... but she had to really want it first. That was the way it always had to be with Al; Bert, he'd screw anybody and anything. His friends used to say he'd screw a snake if he could find someway to hold it still, but Al was different. A woman had to want him, really want him ... and then he enjoyed it, enjoyed watching a woman turn into a screaming nympho as he pumped his long, hard dick into her and turned her into jelly!
With a slow torturous movement, lie eased his stiffened middle finger out of her pussy and Carolyn groaned at the exquisite pain as her pussylips clasped at his receding finger in reluctant desire. She nearly fell and she started again to step down, but Al shook his head.
"Just stay right there, baby ... hold on to me, if you want to, but I'm gonna' eat your sweet little box until you cum all over my face!" he grinned up at her, both his hands around her hips and his fingers gripping tautly the nether cheeks of her ass.
He held the half-moons of her buttocks like a pair of soft warm handles, pulling her naked loins against his face. She gasped at the forceful contact of his lips and tongue against the hair-shrouded pink flesh of her pussy and she held him tightly with her hands on his shoulders.
"Open your legs a little more," he said matter-of-factly, and Carolyn found that it was not a difficult order to obey. His lips were titillating there, she had to admit, and she did not know for sure whether or not she wanted his cunnilingual caresses there between her thighs, but it was becoming apparent that whatever she willed, her body had plans of its own!
He kissed her hotly there on the tiny mound of her pubis and his tongue worked its way into the warm moist folds of her pussy until his tongue tip found what it sought ... the pulsing, pearl-like bud of her clitoris!
"OOoohhhhh!" she breathed excitedly as his tongue worked feverishly over her clit. She wriggled spasmodically, like a hot wire had been touched to that tiny marble-like node of sensitive flesh; the ripples of exciting electricity coursed through her loins and up into the jiggling mounds of her breasts until her nipples throbbed with the telegraphic impulses of Al's hot kisses there on her pussy!
He worked his face lower, angling his lips up from beneath the curve of her crotch as her legs moved wider apart. Carolyn's legs were spread so widely that it looked like she had been horseback riding, and he could gain complete and unguarded access now to the fervently-sizzling fissure of her twat as she held on to his shoulders, moaning and gasping from the exquisite forbidden thrill of his delicious laving!
His tongue splayed along the full naked heat of her vagina, laving between the ragged pink folds of cuntal flesh, up from the palpitating depths of her pussy, along the warm wet slit of her twat to the throbbing, electrified bud of her clit!
"Mmmmmmmm, your tongue ... it feels sooooooo good on my clit! Lick it harder, lick it, lover and make me cum!" she blurted,, as if someone else were speaking. She didn't mean to say it, but the words seemed to come from some secret part of her brain ... that hidden recess of primeval lust that was beyond her control!
"Yes! Yes ... yesss!" she moaned as his tongue worked feverishly over the pearl-like node of her hardened clitoris, licking it hotly, circling it with the tip of his long thick tongue until Carolyn shook and shuddered with the spasming convulsions of her wild, insatiable desires ... she was going to cum! She tried to fight it, but this was no pretended orgasm to make this man feel victorious, this was going to be the real, screaming thing!
"Ohhh ... yes, yes! ... OH! GOD! I'M CUUMMIINNGG!! " Her screams literally shook the thin walls of the motel-like room and Susie and the older man looked on in disbelief as the naked, long-legged blonde leaned back, her legs widely splayed, and ground the wet heat of her crotch against the young trucker's face and lips. She had her hands on his shoulders, her fingers biting into his muscular flesh as she leaned precariously backward, pushing up with the sizzling heat of her twat as she worked her pussy frantically against the laving, pleasure-giving thickness of his tongue!
Twice, then three times, Carolyn nearly fell backward, only to be kept standing by Al's strong grip on the widely-splayed cheeks of her buttocks. And still, he hotly kissed her pussy in an act of cunnilingus so fierce and so powerful that the young, lithe married blonde seemed about to lose control completely and turn into a screaming, jiggling mass of flesh.
Finally, Al took his lips from her pussy, licking them as he savored the honey-sweet moistness of her love-juices. He leaned back and looked up at her over the flatness of her belly and between the firm, high orbs of her tits; her nipples were pebble-hard and looked as large as-bottle caps as they quivered with desire and the promise of what her secret unconscious knew was to come.
"Hey, honey, you're really a hot little number," Al grinned, his mouth still wet with her own juices. She looked down at him through the half-slits of her tear-flooded eyes and nodded weakly. She was barely able to stand and her knees were like gelatin beneath her.
"C Can I g get down now, Al?" she whispered weakly. She turned her head enough to see Susie, still on the older trucker's lap, though both of them were naked now, his pants down around his ankles as she humped him with renewed eagerness.
Al took her hand and helped her down. "Sure, honey . . .just wiggle over to that lower bunk, 'cause you and me have got some hard-core lovin' to do!"
CHAPTER SIX
Susie had seen it all now, she thought to herself as she held onto the older trucker's neck with both her bare arms around him. She was hotly impaled on the upraised thickness of his meaty uncircumcised erection, and it was as hard as a length of pipe now from watching her girlfriend and his friend performing just a few feet away. She leaned forward as she lifted her bare buttocks from his lap, savoring the exquisite sensation of long, thick cock slipping from the taut warm grip of her pussy, and he fastened his lips onto her left breast, crushing the firm, large mound against her chest as he tongued her small, crinkly nipple into full, throbbing hardness!
"Mmmmmm, Bert, you sure know how to make a girl feel nice," she whispered in his ear as the gray-haired truck driver nibbled and sucked at the fleshy warmth of her breast.
"And you do all right, yourself, kid ... there ain't many teenage girls that can fuck like you, honey!" he grunted, pushing up with his lap so that every inch of his cock was deeply embedded in the writhing heat of her young, married belly.
Bert reached under her and grabbed coarsely for the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks-cheeks, pulling them hurtfully apart so that she sank even deeper onto his lap and his prick managed that extra inch into her belly.
"Unngghh! It's so deep in me, lover ... God, it's in my throat, I think! What a cock, Bert, it's . . .just wonderful!" There were tears of blissful enthusiasm in the naked brunette's eyes as she worked up and down faster on his upraised manhood; she lifted her twat from his lap with eagerness each time, for she knew that when she let herself drop again there would be a fresh, thrilling thrust up into the cock-hungry depths of her belly, an exciting, tingling rush of virile hardness that would force its way between the warm clinging walls of her pussy and tear into the soft heat of her belly!
Nagging, finger-waving images of her past flashed in her mind; fleeting, shadowy memories of her promises to Larry, her vows of faithfulness and truth ... but these last-ditch offerings from her battered conscience were quickly swept aside by the thrilling sensations of this delicious, belly-filling cock ... nothing mattered to her when she was like this, nothing but the hot, thick joy of a dick between her thighs to answer her burning needs!
"Ooohh, yes, yess, Bert ... push up hard! Harder, God, push it all in me ... Mmmmmmmm!" Her head arched back and her eyes were closed as her eyelids fluttered in the rising excitement of her oncoming climax. She ran her fingers through his short-cropped hair, toying mischievously with his ears and playing with his neck; her fingertips telegraphed the fast-climbing tempo of her sexuality and Bert grinned to himself as he felt the young naked teenager shuddering uncontrollably as his deep-thrusting cock brought her closer and closer to the brink of her boiling climax!
Suddenly, the teenager began to hump up and down on the gray-haired trucker's lap with incredible strength, working her pert young ass up and down with blinding speed as a guttural moan of vanquished desires gurgled in her throat. She kissed him on the lips and screamed down his throat, sucking on his tongue, oblivious to the strong taste of cheap liquor and nicotine.
"Aaawwwww! Goddamn, goddamn!" she grunted as she gasped a quick breath and Bert felt the gushing warmth of her orgasmic juices suddenly flood his still-hard, upraised cock like a soothing balm, trickling down the blue-veined hardness of his prick and puddling in the matted, steel-wool curls of his pubic hair.
Finally, Susie sat very still, her breath coming in furtive, shallow gasps as her large, high breasts rose and fell in the rhythms of her fast-fading orgasm. Her eyes were clenched shut and the expelled air of her lungs hissed through her flared nostrils as she recovered from the cataclysmic upheavals of her own climax.
She opened her eyes slowly, like someone awakening in a room filled with harsh light. For an instant, she seemed not to remember, not to recognize the grizzled, middle-aged trucker who had just fucked her to a screaming, choking orgasm ... it was the way she always became when she was really enjoying sex. It didn't matter who it was after that magical point close to the shuddering brink of her orgasm; nothing mattered but the exquisite wanton thrill of hard cock between her legs!
"Y-You're still hard!" she breathed huskily, her voice trembling with the lingering heat of her passion. She could feel his long, thick, uncircumcised prick still deep in her belly as she sat on it lasciviously and as she wiggled, it came to life again, pulsing and throbbing inside her like a second heart.
"That's right ... and there's plenty left to go right down your pretty little throat. How 'bout it, baby?" The older man was grinning broadly, licking his lips as he relished the prospect of this beautiful teenager down on her knees between his legs. And the incredibly satisfying promise of sighing with pleasure as his prick emptied down her throat with her tongue licking him clean ... Man, was he ever going to enjoy this!
* * *
"Don't move, honey ... I just had an idea," the blonde younger man smiled to his bunk-mate Carolyn. She was still naked and she tingled with a mind-bending mixture of dread and desire, shame and wanton passion, as she waited for him to spread her legs and push his long, virile cock between the lips of her pussy and make her cum!
She looked up at him in surprise, wondering why he was getting up and going into the tiny bathroom. Across the narrow room, close enough almost to touch if she leaned off the bunk, Susie was' still trembling with the remnants of her orgasm and was climbing almost reluctantly off the older man's lap. Carolyn watched until she could not stand another second as Susie kneeled on the wooden floor between the older trucker's bony, vein-ridden legs. She pulled his pants off his ankles and moved between his legs, her fingers gently cupping the dangling orbs of his leathery testicles ... God, now .she's going to suck him!
Al had come back, his hand holding a cake of soap, one of those tiny hotel-size bars, and a dripping wet cloth soaked with warm water.
"W-What are you going to d-do?" she grimaced, a thousand wanton images suddenly flickering in her tortured thoughts.
Al's eyes glistened with anticipation as he leaned over her and dribbled a stream of warm water between her naked breasts. Her tits were full and voluptuous, surprisingly large for a slender young blonde like herself, and he wet the cleavage between them thoroughly and ran the cake of soap salaciously along the cleft of her girlish breasts.
"I d-don't understand, Al ... what is all this?" she asked innocently.
He looked at her derisively until he realized she was not putting him on. "You really don't know, do you? Hey, how long have you been doing this? How many tricks have you turned?"
Carolyn blushed. Until this week, she had never even heard of the word, but she knew only too well what it meant. "Just a couple ... Susie and I just, uh, started. It was this or work at the hog farm in the summer heat."
"With all that pig shit?" he laughed. "Well, it's nice to know I rate higher than pig shit!"
"Oh, no!" She stammered with humiliation, afraid that her loose tongue might have destroyed their chances for escape. "I didn't mean that, honest!"
Al laughed heartily and soaped the cleft of her breasts until the lather bubbled over the sensuous mounds of her tits and dribbled over her nipples.
"Don't worry ... ! know what you meant. Now, just lie still while I climb on top and we'll have us a real nice titty-fuck!" Only then did Carolyn fully understand what he planned to do. It was not something she and her husband had ever tried, and until prison Bob had been her only lover.
Al wiggled out of his clothes in a few seconds as Carolyn stared unashamedly at his virile young body. His torso was banded with strong muscle and his hips were lean and trim, his whole body obviously well-tuned from frequent exercise. And his cock ... God, what a beautiful dick he has! It's so, so nicely shaped, like it was hand-carved by some master craftsman!
He saw the look of conscious appraisal in her soft blue eyes and he knew what she was thinking; it was no secret to him that he was well built, in a lot of ways. Most of the women had this same glazed expression when they saw him naked and it made him feel proud, glad that he had spent so many hours sweating around the gym or running the back streets and through the park to keep in shape.
Carolyn lay back on the bunk as he straddled her; he was so close that she could have almost touched his naked erection with her tongue tip if she had wanted to ... and even that wicked notion was one that flashed in her passion-stirred thoughts!
He reached down and took the outside of one firm, pink-tipped breast in each hand and squeezed them inward as he lowered his crotch onto her belly. Carolyn lifted her head and watched as much in curiosity as in passion as he pressed the resilient mounds of her large, full tits in around the long, stiff rigidity of his cock.
"Mmmmm, baby, it's just like a pussy in there! Man, you've got hot titties!" he breathed as his hands pushed her breasts in tightly around the virile flesh of his erection. The soap made the going easy as he began to rock his hips back and forth, sending the length of his man-sized pecker slipping wetly along the cleavage between her breasts as he groaned from the especially wanton sensation.
He lifted her tits high on her chest as he squeezed them inward, and when his cock slipped from the topsides, out from between the nipple-capped mounds of jiggling breast, the head of his cock nearly touched the underside of her chin.
"Lift your head and bend a little, baby, and you can get a taste when I titty-fuck you!"
Carolyn felt the heat of redness in her cheeks, but she did as he ordered, pressing her chin against her chest as she lifted her head and positioned a pillow under her neck to ease the cramping pain of this awkward position.
She saw the narrowed slits of his eyes and heard the gurgling moan of animalish pleasure that rumbled in his mammoth, hair-matted chest as he squeezed the fleshy orbs of her breasts tightly around the slithering hardness of his soap-slickened prick.
Al pushed his cock especially far between the soft mounds of her tits and the bulbous, purplish head brushed the underside of her lower lip. She jerked away instinctively but quickly corrected her foolish mistake ... No, he told me to taste it! I have to keep him happy!
Carolyn raised her head a little further and opened her lips as the thick pole of male flesh slithered hotly between her crushed and pawed titties and she closed her eyes in shame as the end of it wormed into her mouth. She felt its warmth through the frothy mist of soap and tasted its peculiar pungence as it moved over her tongue.
Al was working harder now, grunting anxiously as he titty-fucked her with wanton abandon, humping his loins so that his man-sized erection pumped heatedly between the melon-like globes of her jiggling breasts. He could feel the budding peaks of her nipples under his palms as he squeezed her tits together hurtfully and he knew they were hardening and quivering under his weight ... C'mon, baby, turn on! I know there's a hot-blooded whore under that cool, glacial exterior! Squirm, you .cunt, squirm and scream like the fucking whore you know you are!
Carolyn licked at the heated, blood-engorged head of his prick as it alternately slithered into her mouth and wiggled down between the obscenely crushed mounds of her naked breasts. She squirmed under the weight of his hands as they worked hungrily over her tits, and without her realizing it, her legs were widely splayed and scissoring in rhythm with the lewd, tit-fucking movements of the handsome trucker's long, hard cock!
She tasted the peculiar mixture of soap and the oozing traces of semen that trickled from the tiny slit in the end of his organ as it moved over her tongue and she knew his orgasm was fast rising ... in just a few seconds, he was going to empty his lust-bloated balls between her breasts and perhaps onto her face and lips!
"Get a good taste, honey," he smirked down at her, both hands painfully crushing her breasts together around his cock like the halves of a warm roll around a frank. "Here ... taste!"
He pushed up hard between her breasts, lifting her tits until the muscles of her rib cage ached from the unnatural pressure. Her tits reached nearly to the underside of her chin as she arched her neck unnaturally to accommodate him. His prick slithered wetly into her mouth, deeper this time, and she could feel its throbbing heat as it swelled in contact with the electric brushing of her small, girlish tongue.
Suddenly, he pulled it out of her lingual grip and began to pump it frantically between her breasts. She cried out in spite of her private resolve as the pain became unbearable; her tits were pink and crisscrossed with welts as he squeezed and crushed them inhumanly ... until the long-awaited gasp escaped his lips and Carolyn clenched her eyes tightly shut in obscene expectation!
"Aaaaahhhh!" he moaned, his head thrown back as he knelt over the hapless naked blonde. His cock throbbed and jerked and nearly slipped from between her tits as it began to spew its lust-juices in a torrent of drenching heat that splattered over the curve of her neck and then reached for the trembling rims of her lips.
"Oh! Oh, God!" she blurted as she felt the warm, viscous cum drench her like a spring rain, dribbling onto her cheek and neck and between the half-closed rims of her lips. She could taste it there and on her tongue and she did a surprising thing ... a wanton act that she herself was amazed by.
Carolyn lifted her face and opened her mouth wide as the dribbling rain of warm thick cum spurted onto her neck and chin; her lips moved wide apart and she stuck her tongue out to catch his gushing virile ejaculate! She wanted it ... she wanted to taste his cum! She wanted to drink it and swallow it into the empty heat of her belly!
* * *
When it was over, she lay very still, her breath strained and her naked breasts rising and falling tremorously as she lay beneath the handsome young trucker. He crawled off of her slowly, stretching out beside her on the narrow bunk.
Carolyn opened her eyes for the first time in minutes and saw that her younger girlfriend had finished with the other man. Susie was still between his hairy, dark-veined legs, his fast-deflating prick oozing from the grip of her lips. His cum was where he had promised, down her pretty young throat, but Susie looked somehow serene, an almost beatific smile on her still-sticky lips. She stood up shakily and the older man helped her to her feet.
"Carolyn ... the hour is almost up," she said softly to the naked blonde who lay beside the younger truck driver just across the narrow room. The atmosphere was thick with the heat of their spent passions and there was a clinging smell of sated lust, a musky scent like the back seat of a teenager's car after a romp at the local drive-in movie.
The lithe, tousled blonde sat up on the bed, glancing unconsciously at a watch that was not there, a watch that was locked in a manila envelope along with her wedding ring and a locket that Bob had given her on their first anniversary, back at the prison.
"O-Okay ... I guess I'd better get dressed before the guard returns for us."
Al fumbled in his clothing for his wristwatch. "You're right ... Shit, I wish we had all night. I was just getting started!"
Carolyn managed a smile, remembering finally the purpose of all this. "I do too, Al. . . I wish we had a week!"
Susie turned to the older man, standing up so that he could see all of her curvaceous nakedness, every inch of her teenage charms. "I want to ask you something, Bert," she began nervously. "Something very important."
The older, gray-haired man nodded. "All right ... shoot."
"You haven't asked any questions about Carolyn and I. Don't you have any curiosity about what we're doing here? In that prison camp, I mean."
Al moved off the bed and sat down next to his partner, still stark-naked. "There was a reason for that, honey. They told us when they set this up that we weren't to ask any questions. It was a rule, they said."
Susie took a hand towel from the wall towel rack and wiped the misty sheen of perspiration from her breasts and belly. "Yeah, it's their rule ... so you won't know the truth. I'm going to take a chance and tell you anyway. Carolyn and I aren't criminals, we're just a couple of wives who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Our husbands had stopped at a service station for gas ... we were empty and it was the middle of the night. There was nobody around anywhere, we knocked on the door, but ne answer."
"So we took some gas ... or we started to," the blonde girl added. She too was still completely undressed, though she had her blouse in her hand and was beginning to put it on. "The deputies arrived and arrested us. We're not criminals, you have to believe us ... our husbands both work, they have good jobs. And now, well, they're in the men's camp and we're ... well, you see what has happened to us."
Bert and Al looked stunned, glancing back and forth at each other and wondering if perhaps this incredible story was true.
"You have to believe us!" Susie begged, her hands on Bert's arms. "And ... you have to help us!"
Bert shot up like somebody had grabbed him by the balls. "Help you? You mean ... help you escape? Honey, you're asking us to risk putting our asses behind bars! You two girls are a fine-lookin' pair, better'n an old fart like me deserves, but that's too much to ask ... too damn much!"
Al took Carolyn by the shoulders and turned her to face him. He could see the look of grief in her eyes, the expression of shame that mirrored the horrors of what she and her girlfriend had been through. There was no doubt in his mind that their story was true ... but there was no doubt either that he didn't hanker for a stretch behind bars.
"Now, wait a minute, Bert ... let's hear 'em out. What did you have in mind? Maybe there's something we could do." He looked at the beautiful tall naked blonde who stood before him, her warm flesh inches from his, but she turned to Susie for help.
"Susie..."
The young brunette swallowed, gulping down the excitement and fear of being this close to escape ... or failure. "I know you can't help us escape ... you'd get caught. But you could look the other way while we got into your, truck. You've got that sleeping space in the back of your cab, right?"
Bert nodded. "Yep ... what about it?"
"Well, if we sneaked out of here while you were dressing," she went on animatedly, "You could give us a little head start and then go run find the guard who's waiting out in the lot. You could tell him we took off and while he's looking for us, we'll be hiding in the truck. And when you drive out of here, we'll be With you."
The grizzled older man shook his head. "I don't know ... it sounds kinda' risky to me."
Susie moved so close to his naked, hair-covered chest that he could feel the heat of her crinkly nipples as they faintly nudged his chest. "Please, Bert. . . we'll make it up to you, I promise! You won't be sorry!"
"I say we let 'em try, Bert ... It's the least we can do. And you let me do the talking with that guard. I'll convince the mother-fucker that we're on the level, Go on, girls, get your asses dressed and out of here!"
* * *
Just a few seconds more than three minutes later, the door to room number five at the truck stop burst open and a pair of truck drivers ran into the parking lot, breathless and fumbling with their clothing. One of them was still barefoot.
"What's wrong? What is it?" the young off-duty guard anxiously asked as he jumped from the waiting car. Already he was envisioning the ass-chewing he would get if any of the warden's careful plans were kicked astray.
"The girls ... they're gone!" Bert gasped, clutching at his chest as if his heart would stop at any instant. "They took off while we were gettin' dressed!"
Cursing for all he was worth, the guard hurried into the truck stop dining room and dropped a dime in the pay phone while the two truckers watched from outside. When he came back out, Al took his arm just as he stepped onto the parking lot.
"Listen, we've got a run to make. We'll have to get rolling, okay?"
The guard looked puzzled and scratched his chin. "Yeah ... I guess you have to. The warden said for everybody to stay put, though."
Bert suddenly was angrily indignant, and his six-feet-three drawn, into fierce posturing was a force to be reckoned with. "Listen, kid, is the warden gonna pay our salaries if that load ain't in Memphis on time? Huh, is he?"
"Well..."
"You just tell him good-bye for us. We'll be on the road to Tennessee!" Bert took the younger man's shoulder and spun him around. "Let's go, Al, we're two hours off schedule already!"
They walked away and climbed into the cab, almost afraid to speak. Even when they had the engine roaring and were churning the big rig onto the pavement again, they dared not say anything to the girls they knew were hiding behind the zipped sleeping compartment curtain.
A couple of miles down the curving blacktop, they began to relax. Al opened the zipper a foot or so and leaned in from the passenger side of the cab.
"Hey ... all right in there?"
A faint voice came from the darkness of the sleeping section. "Yes ... are we on the road yet? Are they following us?" It was Susie's voice, thin and breaking with the turbulent emotion of this momentous moment in her young life.
"There's nobody behind us and when I get this thing rolling, they won't be able to catch us anyway!" Bert bellowed over the deafening din of the huge diesel engine beneath them.
Just then they saw it, like an apparition out of the haze ahead. There was a car across the highway, a gray unmarked car with a red light flashing on its roof. And beside it, standing in a line across the pavement, were four men armed with shotguns. Bert geared down and pumped the powerful air brakes until the rig coasted to a stop a few yards ahead' of the blockade.
A pot-bellied man in uniform climbed out of the unmarked sedan and ambled slowly over to the cab. "Good evening, gentlemen ... I'm Warden Mayes from the county prison farm and I think you have something that belongs to me." He was unarmed, but a pair of burly guards with shotguns flanked him and convincingly pumped the shotguns into deadly readiness.
Warden Mayes climbed onto the boarding step and peered into the cab. His eyes were drawn to the zipped curtain and he nodded in that direction as Bert leaned forward to allow him access. "Is that where the girls are? Carolyn ... Susie...,you girls come on out. 'ya hear? I'm gonna forget all about this if you come on right now, but if you cause me a lot more trouble, I'll come down hard on 'ya ... and your friends here."
The zipper moved upward and a fearful, trembling head poked through. "Okay ... you win. But these guys didn't have anything to do with it. It was all our, idea, and..."
"Now, hush, honey ... I don't want to cause these fine gentlemen any trouble. They're customers, after all, and a little over-reacting can't be blamed on them ... Now, you ladies come with me and we'll let these truckers be on their way."
Bert and Al passed a helpless look of concern to the two girls as they climbed out of the cab, but Carolyn and Susie knew there was nothing the men could do to help them now. From now on, they'd be watched day and night ... or wind up at the hog farm.
The truck roared into gear again and disappeared down the long road into the darkness. Carolyn and Susie watched until there was only a bead of light on the distant horizon from the rear of the rig. It had been their only hope ... and it was fast fading in the distance.
Warden Mayes motioned to two of his heavy-set armed men. "Put the cuffs on 'em in case they decide to get rowdy. Let's go. girls ... I've got something to show you. Something that'll just make your night!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
The back-country dirt road left the blacktop a few miles south of the prison camp, and it rapidly deteriorated from a decent unpaved highway to a disused logging rut, with a center ridge so high that the prison sedan scraped bottom every few feet as the driver negotiated the narrow, tree-lined trail, his headlights the only illumination as they beamed into the dark forest around them.
Carolyn and Susie were in the back seat with the warden, and a pair of prison cars followed them. The girls could only guess at what awaited them, for they had not even seen the occupants of the other cars. And the warden would say nothing, not a word.
They sat quietly, their hearts pounding in their chests, with their wrists cuffed in their laps. Soon a ramshackle old farmhouse came into view, illuminated by the searching beams of their headlights. And there were other cars there, prison cars, parked around the house.
"Where are we ... won't you just tell us that?" Susie asked frightenedly.
The warden rolled down his window and spat a dark, viscous stream of tobacco juice out into the chill night. He rolled the window up as they eased into the grassy front yard of the old frame house.
"It's a little place I own ... nobody lives here, but me and the boys together here once in awhile for fun. But tonight," he hissed through his broken, yellowed teeth. "Tonight, we've got something special ... somebody for you to see."
"Who? Why are you taking us here?" Susie insisted, squirming against the tight, cutting metal of her handcuffs.
The car had stopped and the three men from the front seat opened the rear doors. Warden Mayes was out first, hauling his bulk out into the chill, silent night. There was a strong scent of pine and the smell of water nearby; Susie guessed that they were close to the bank of a stream.
"Take 'em inside, boys, and show 'em the surprise!" the fat warden chortled, his extra chins rippling with the promise of as especially exciting night. He had real plans for his men this time, a treat to keep them happy and make them forget that they worked for sub-human wages and toiled for far longer than the state regulations prescribed.
One took Susie by the arm and another man yanked Carolyn from the back seat and pushed them roughly in the direction of the rotting front porch of the old house. They were surprised to see a single electric light burning inside, for the old homestead seemed to isolated for electricity.
Side by side, they climbed the unpainted steps, an armed guard behind them, and the two girls said nothing to each other. It was like an unreal nightmare, somehow, and it just seemed hopeless to even talk ... whatever there was waiting for them inside, there was no escape!
But nothing, not even the sensual horrors of their imprisonment thus far, could have prepared the two young wives for the sight that greeted their tear-stained eyes inside the big front room of the house. They had been through it all, they thought ... humiliation, gang rape, sodomy, stripped naked a dozen times, but nothing was as bad as this.
There against the wall, hands tied and ankles bound with leather belts, were their husbands ... Bob and Larry!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carolyn and Susie rushed tearfully to their husbands touching them as if they doubted they could be real.
"Bob, Bob! What happened to you!? " Carolyn shrieked at the closer look at the dried blood on his face. Her husband lifted his head wearily, like someone without sleep for days, and it was apparent that recognition came slowly as he blinked his swollen eyelids.
"Carolyn ... is ... is that you?" he breathed weakly.
"Yes, darling, yes!" she cried, kissing him tenderly. It mattered not at all that his face was covered with dried mud and caked blood.
Susie warmly embraced her. husband, as adequately as the confining handcuffs would allow, and suddenly she leaped to her feet and lunged at the corpulent warden. A pair of his guards leaped to stop her, but she managed to land both her hands on his fleshy cheeks before they pulled her away.
"You bastard! You fucking bastard!" she screamed hysterically. "I'll kill you for what you did to Larry!"
"Get her!" Someone screamed as she made contact with their boss, but she had at least made her mark. When they tugged her away and tossed her painfully to the wood floor, his face was streaked with blood from her nails.
"Hold her down!" he bellowed, enraged and flushed with fury. "Get a rope on her, like a sow! Tie her up!" he crossed the room to a wooden counter that had once been part of the kitchen when this house was occupied and pumped the old-fashioned pump handle until a stream of icy water spilled down the chute and onto the floor. The kitchen pump had been turned around so that now the water ran onto the floor and trickled away between the boards; the sink was long gone, with just an empty space left in the countertop.
Spluttering and still cursing, the. heavily-built commander of the prison camp leaned far down and put his face under the splashing stream of cold well-water.
"Goddamn cunt! I've got blood all over my shirt!" he growled as the water washed the blood from the streaked nail-cuts on his cheek. "Mabel'l be askin' all kinds of questions now, goddamn it to hell!"
Susie was kneeling beside her husband again, though this time a pair of burly guards had her tightly by the upper arms.
"That was a silly thing to do," Larry whispered through the bloodied pulp of his lips.
"Never mind that ... what happened? Why did they bring you and Bob here? Susie asked in a whisper.
"They didn't being us ... we escaped. But it was a wasted attempt. The warden and his boys were waiting for us just down the hill from here. We went upstream instead of down, but they had second-guessed us ... and you can see what they did."
Susie looked at his puffy eyes, the blood-shot veins that bore mute evidence to the beating the two men must have taken from Warden Mayes and his hired sadists. "But why ... why did you try it?"
Larry hung his head again, not wanting to see his wife's face as the flood of painful thoughts rushed back into his brain like burning gasoline. "We know, honey ... it's all over the men's camp. I know what they've done to you and to
Carolyn ... and we wanted to help you escape too. That's all ... we just wanted to..." He started to fade off, losing consciousness rapidly, but the warden had cleaned his wounds and was hovering over the beaten and tied men, a smirk of victory on his fleshy translucent lips.
"Now, ladies ... we'll overlook that little outburst and get on with it. Your husbands there made a stupid mistake tonight, just like you girls did. And now, you're all going to be taught a lesson so we don't have to get out of bed in the middle of the night to chase you down again!"
A big, dark-haired man moved up behind Carolyn; his face was swarthy and he looked to be either an Indian or a mixed blood. She knew the county abounded in Indians and half-breeds, but she had never seen one at the prison. When she looked up to see whose hot breath was on her neck, he was standing right over her, a lusting gleam in his flashing dark eyes.
"Let me have this one, Cap'n," he muttered. "I'd like this one real nice!" Carolyn felt her heart pound in her chest and she started to cry; she had done worse things already, but not with her husband there. She didn't know if she could if they demanded it of her ... but she knew that to refuse meant a beating or worse!
The warden looked disgustedly down at the hapless, still-innocent looking blonde girl, barely out of her teens. "Yeah, you can have her ... you can all have her! But first, clean 'em up ... I don't want no clap or crabs coming back into the farm!"
Carolyn felt her cheeks redden with shame ... We're like cattle to him, or worse! We're like hogs for hi stinking pig farm! Swine that might carry disease to his precious pigs!
"Leonard ... you and Raymond get their clothes off and take 'em over to that pump and wash 'em down! Get some soap from the car and clean 'em up good!" the warden sneered, rubbing his scarred cheek.
Bob managed to struggle to his feet, even though his ankles were bound and his wrists were handcuffed. "No, please! Leave the girls alone! Haven't you done enough to them?"
A fiercely-grinning guard stepped forward and swung the stock of his pump shotgun into Bob's stomach, doubling him up and dropping him back to the floor.
"Bob! God, don't hurt him!" Carolyn shrieked, but she was already being dragged across the large room to the water hand-pump. Susie was right behind her, and the guards were already tearing at her clothing.
"Rip that shit off of 'em ... there's more in the car!" the warden ordered, and a half-dozen hands moved over the girls at once, as their husbands watched helplessly from a few yards away.
"Oh, God, no! No!" Larry cried, barely able to see what was happening through the slits of his swollen eyes. Already, two lust-crazed prison guards, a pair of back-country hillbillies if ever he had seen any, had his wife's shirt and were ripping it from her curvaceous teenage body. He sobbed silently, alone in his private grief, as he saw it rip apart and leave her naked to the waist.
"Shit, Raymond," one of them grunted. "Look at them titties! Man, what a pair of knockers this one's got!"
"Yeah ... real nice!" the other man breathed hotly. His hand had left the stock of his shotgun and his fingers moved to the huge, delicious swell of her naked breast. Susie looked the other way, her eyes shut in shame and humiliation, as the two men held her by the arms and one of them began to openly paw her firm, high tits with his calloused fingers.
"Oh, no! please, leave her alone!" Larry sobbed, though he was still too much of a man to let these red-necked animals make him cry like a woman.
"They shore do look good!" the other guard admired, and his hand took Susie's other firm, proud breast and his fingers-began to tighten over the capping peak of her nipple. Her flesh rose in welts between his fingers as he coarsely squeezed the naked, jiggling mound of her pert teenage breast. She looked at Carolyn and saw that the two guards who held her were getting the same idea, though she was spared at least the indignity of having her shirt ripped off.
They took it off of her, pulling the shirt down her arms, and then she too was bare to her slender waist; she was incredibly beautiful and the men could hardly keep their hands off of her as they moved her to the pump's spout for the moment the warden had promised them earlier ... the chance to strip these fine-looking girls naked and scrub 'em down!
"Get their skirts off and get going ... we ain't got all night!" The warden was watching, but he seemed preoccupied. almost disinterested. It was as if he was already wondering if this whole prostitution was somehow a mistake ... a mistake that might prove costly to him and his smoothly-oiled set-up in the end.
The men hurriedly pulled the girl's skirts down their legs and off at their bare feet.
"Hey!" one of them shouted. "This one ain't even wearing no drawers!" There was a chorus of laughs as the men looked lustfully at the young naked brunette, shivering under their cold, cruel stares and sickeningly ashamed that her husband was a few feet away and watching helplessly this moment of utter humiliation.
Carolyn was wearing just her panties, but one of the men relieved her of them quickly, yanking them so hard that they tore apart in his meaty hand. "There ... now this one ain't got no drawers either!"
"They ain't gonna' need no drawers ... not for what we're gonna' do!" the half-breed guard sneered, his eyes bulging with forbidden lust as he looked hungrily at Carolyn's lithe, naked body. All his life he had wanted a woman like this, just once ... a tall, long-haired blonde girl like the ones he went to grammar school with. The ones who laughed at him and called him names ... and now this one was going to pay, pay for all those stuck-up cunts who had ridiculed him!
His name was Leonard, the mixed-blood Indian, and he relished the job of yanking Carolyn to her feet and shoving her spitefully in the direction of the water spigot.
"Get over there, whore ... we're gonna' scrub some of the cum off 'ya first!" he spat venomously. Carolyn had both her hands over her face and was sobbing hysterically. Bob shook his head slowly from side to side from where he sat, tied like an animal.
"You son of a bitch, you'll pay for this!" he shouted boldly at the warden, whose back was to him. Without turning around, the warden put an end to the men's talking.
"Gag 'em, both of 'em ... I want to personally show this little dark-haired twat a thing or two. Little lady," he snarled like a rabid dog. His hand grabbed a knot of her dark luxuriant hair. ". . . this is for scratching my face. This'll give you something to think about while you're back at the pig farm shoveling pig shit! This'll show you how much you and your kind mean to me!" His voice rose until it was almost feminine with rage, and he unzipped his pants and pulled his pudgy, uncircumcised cock out from beneath the overhang of his belly. It seemed almost a joke in his huge hand, like a scaled-down copy of what a man's cock was supposed to look like ... but Susie wasn't laughing.
"Here, bitch ... this is for you!" Susie turned her face upward to look at him. She knew what to expect, and it had become almost an automatic act for her now ... she knew he wanted his cock sucked, his naked prick between her lips while her husband watched in helpless frustration!
But that wasn't the warden's plan at all; he had a greater, far more perverse revenge in his blackened heart, and Susie soon discovered the incredible depth of this heinous man's vengeance!
"Drink it, bitch! It's all you'll get from me ... I wouldn't fuck you if you begged me!" he bellowed angrily, his cock between his thumb and forefinger and a scalding stream of his urine already splattering down on the poor humiliated teenager like hot acid.
"Oh, noooooo!" she whimpered in abject despair and shame, but it was too late. Her body was drenched with his piss as the other guards laughed, some of them nervously, for this was too much for even their lust-stirred desires ... he was pissing on the naked teenager, pissing all over her face and tits!
Susie sobbed gaspingly and crawled under the pump spigot as one of the guards manned it; she felt cleaner after a few seconds, naked, under the cold spray of well-water, but the dirt that was smeared on her soul would be a long time coming off!
The warden looked down at Susie's naked, glistening body with a sneer that could have curdled milk. He stuffed his cock back into his uniform trousers and walked away. "They're all yours ... try not to mark 'em up! I'll be in the car when you boys have finished."
Bob and Larry watched in incredulous horror as four of the eight guards in the large, high-ceilinged room took the girl's arms and started to wash them under the gushing cold spray of the hand pump. Another of the men worked the handle frantically, sending a gushing stream of well water down the metal spigot and onto the two sputtering, wriggling young wives.
"Here's the soap," one of them offered, and two more men started to rub the bars of prison-issue soap over the girl's naked flesh.
"Feel good to 'ya, honey?" one of them smirked, a foul odor on his breath as he leaned close to Carolyn's face. She turned away in revulsion, but he spun her face around again and kissed her hotly on the lips, his tongue worming into her mouth.
"That's the way, boy! Stick it down her throat ... give her a real Frenchy-kiss!" a guard raucously shouted. Larry and Bob still watched, their eyes drawn to the horrifying scene like a moth is drawn to the flame he knows will destroy him.
The "washing-up" was fast becoming a sex-crazed party, as the men took off their uniforms a bit at the time and passed the soap from man to man. Water was everywhere, splashing from the naked girl's skin and drenching the men as they lasciviously rubbed their hands and the soap over the hollows and delicious curves of their lithe naked young bodies.
"Shit, get a feel of this 'un!" a round-faced prison guard gushed, his hands all over Carolyn's firm, melon-shaped tits. Her eyes were closed and she groaned a throaty moan of absolute shame and despair; she was in the deepest well-hole of utter degradation. Her body shook with the spasms of naked humiliation as the men touched her ... her breasts first, and then as their lusts emboldened them, the secret slit between her thighs!
"Man, I'd rather feel this ... she's got a nice tight pussy! How's the other one!" a man laughed, crudely shoving his upraised middle finger between Carolyn's water-drenched legs and into the bruised heat of her vagina.
A chubby young guard, stripped to his undershorts, was coarsely feeling his way up between Susie's thighs. She clamped them shut and moaned from his wanton abuse, but his hands pried her legs open and a moment later...!
"Aaaahhhh! Sticky finger time, boys! I've got a fingerful of nice hot twat!" He pulled his hand from between her legs and stuck it, laughing uproariously, under another man's nose. The two of them tugged and swung at each other like a couple of kids, but another man took his place and Susie grunted loudly as a pair of stiffened fingers hurtfully jabbed between her slender teenage thighs and into the clinging wetness of her pussy.
Finally, they seemed satisfied with washing the two naked young wives to squeaky cleanliness and someone began tugging at the halt-breed's pant legs. "C'mon, Leonard ... you said you wanted her! Get the redskin dong of yours out here!"
"Yeah, Leonard ... make a real squaw out of her! Show her some Indian tricks!"
He had not lost any of the lusting fire that gleamed in his dark eyes, but he was embarrassed, shamed to the center of attention among these men. He knew what they thought of him, how they condoned him because he was big and his muscles were twice the size of theirs ... but he wanted this blonde white girl, he wanted her bad!
"C'mon, Leonard! Get it out, buddy ... and we'll just shove her right on that totem pole of yours!" a pie-faced guard excitedly gasped. Carolyn moaned with fear as four men suddenly lifted her into the air, each one holding an arm or a leg and all of them supporting her body so that she swung freely off the floor in mid-air.
"Get her on her belly, boys ... ass first! Hurry up, Leonard, or somebody else gets the first shot at her!"
The slow-witted guard was out of his pants before the words finished echoing through the empty house. There was a chorus of envious catcalls and gasps of astonishment as he lifted the heavy meat of his long, uncircumcised cock ... it looked as big around as most men's wrists and close to a foot long!
"Shit, I thought they called him totem pole 'cause he's an Indian ... but look at that! Goddamn!"
Practically a hush fell over the seven other men, not counting Bob and Larry who could not make a sound anyway, as their eyes all fell on the fast-hardening immensity of the half-breed Indian's awesome prick. He had a cock that could have put most porno movie stars to crying shame ... and when it jerked and throbbed into full, heated erection, it was enough to make men sob with envy and women scream with desire!
They still had Carolyn off the floor, her backside nakedly displayed to Leonard, and she could not see the hugeness that had brought a near-quiet to the rowdy, liquor-brave guards. She did see the bottle that was going around, though, and she could only guess with fear at the prospects of what their liquor boldness would bring for her and her girlfriend ... not to mention their husbands who had to watch all this, helpless to come to their rescue, powerless to do anything but sit and watch as their precious wives were gang-fucked like a pair of whores!
Two of the men doubled Carolyn's legs under her, making her firm, slender buttocks stick out like a flag waved in front of a maddened bull.
Leonard could see all of her deliciously-curved behind in the light of the single bulb that hung from the ceiling just over her. Her ass was almost a perfect heart-shape, the smooth hairless fissure of her buttocks clefting it at the top. And deep in that same cleft, he could see the shamefully puckered tiny mouth of her rectum and below that the warm pinkness of her hair-fringed cunt!
"Now, Leonard ... let her have it!" They lifted Carolyn's ass, dropping her head until her hair dragged the floor and her naked breasts danced and jiggled under her in this strange and wicked position. Carolyn dared not open her eyes, lest she burst into stinging tears of shame as the eight men lusted at her nudity, staring into the most secret crevice of her young naked body, the private hollow of her ass!
Leonard seemed a bit slow in realizing his good luck, but once the awareness registered in his dizzied brain, he was like a maddened beast. Grunting with ravenous excitement, he pushed his face up hard against the naked cleft of the blonde girl's buttocks, offered up to him by the laughing and liquor-guzzling guards who held her obscenely, inches from his face.
"Aaaawww!" Carolyn bloated in shame as she felt the staggering heat of the half-breed's tongue and lips wetly pressed into the fervent pink slit of her pussy. "P-Please, pleaassee!"
But Leonard was like a sex-starved bull tossed into a pasture full of heifers, and his tongue and lips were everywhere at once between the firm, fleshy half-moons of her ass. She felt his tongue tip hotly splay the halves of her ass like a warm knife through butter, and she squirmed involuntarily as his tongue nakedly wriggled into the shame-puckered tiny mouth of her rectum.
"Oh God, noooo! Not there, pleassee!" she whimpered, but her words might as well have been in some long-dead foreign tongue for all the good it did her. All the men, all eight of them, were watching with rapturous envy as the Indian licked and tongued the lithe young blonde's squirming pussy, even the two men who tightly held the water-drenched brunette, Susie.
Susie, like her husband Larry and
Carolyn's husband Bob, was completely powerless to stop this lewd and wanton ravishment. There was nothing she could do to stop this man from hotly tongueing her girlfriend's widely-splayed vagina while the other men laughed and held her in the air like a rag doll!
Carolyn winced and groaned in shame as she felt the spearing tip of the half-breed's tongue burrow salaciously into the clenched little hole of her anus. She tried futilely to squirm away, but the men only pushed her back harder, shoving the naked warmth of her crotch up against the bristly cheeks of the hungrily licking man who knelt between her legs.
She felt his tongue leave the forbidden nether grip of her anus and she breathed a gasping sigh of relief, but her escape was short-lived ... she heard the guards hooting and whistling appreciatively as the half-naked man stood up. She managed to turn her head; she had to have a look even if it sickened her or made her scream in fear!
They pulled the soft insides of her thighs apart, opening up the moist, hair-fringed folds of her pussy as her bottom-cheeks protruded shamefully behind her. Every movement, every squirming attempt at escape, only heightened the half-breed's basic desires ... his desire to shove his long, thick cock between those milk-white thighs and fuck her until she screamed and begged for mercy! '
Carolyn groaned pitifully as she saw the dark-skinned guard, naked except for his uniform undershirt, move up close to the nakedly-offered curve of her buttocks as the other guards held her right at crotch level for the half-breed to enjoy. She could not bear to look and she turned away, her eyes flooded with tears of humiliation.
"Now, Leonard ... fuck her, man!" The guards positioned her like she was a tight-fitting condom to slip over the half-breed's immense erection, and as he angled the bulbous, lust-bloated head of his prick up into the fervent heat of her unguarded pussy, Carolyn moaned soulfully with a rending pain of anguish as she felt him begin to enter her.
The men who weren't holding her airborne moved in for a better look, their eyes bulging as they saw the ragged pink folds of her cunt flower warmly around the burrowing tip of Leonard's long cock. He eased his way into her until a couple of inches were thickly between the lips of her vagina and then, with a grunt, he rammed his awesome prick home, shoving inch after inch of hard, blue-veined erection into the nakedly-splayed lips of her twat until his balls slapped up into the fleecy curls of her pubic vee, swinging heavily up under the strangely-positioned young blonde.
The guards started to lower her to her hands and knees on the floor now, and Leonard dropped to his own knees as well, his cock still hugely imbedded in the clinging heat of her cunt.
"Mmmmmmffggg!" Carolyn groaned as they dropped her onto the hardwood floor. She moved forward as if to escape the huge cudgel-like impalement of the half-breed's penis, but two of the guards grabbed her shoulders and walked her back onto the deep-probing thickness of his cock.
"Oh, no you don't, honey ... you just back up there and give ol' Leonard a good fucking! Shake that sweet ass and wiggle your pussy until he cums right into your belly, 'cause if you don't, you won't be able to walk when you leave here!" Carolyn looked up into the cruelly distended features of a guard's face, inches from her own ... and she knew he meant well what he threatened. She had to perform with this man, with anyone they wanted ... she was utterly at their mercy!
Leonard looked down at the half-moons of her naked buttocks, her heart-shaped bottom cheeks distended around the half-imbedded thickness of his dark, fleshy erection. He took her hips in his hands like a pair of soft-padded handles and pulled her back deliciously onto the impaling hardness of his heavy, blood-filled cock.
Carolyn grimaced in pain. "Unngghhh!" she blurted, her back arching steeply as he gave a punishing thrust forward with his strong hips. His cock surged animalishly into her belly, like she was nothing more than a bitch-dog in heat ... and he was the neighborhood stud! His entry was painfully swift and brutal, not slow and concerned, but a vicious cock-thrust that made her wince and cry out in very real pain. He bored relentlessly into the warm wet heat of her pussy, his hugeness squirming in the fervent depths of her belly, ten inches inside her naked, writhing body!
The nude blonde girl screamed and tried to wriggle free, for she felt as if a tree stump had been savagely crammed between her smooth white thighs. It was hugely deep and painful and her mind swam with distorted painful visions ... she knew Bob was just across the room, that her husband could see all of this. God, would she ever be able to be his wife again after this nightmare? Would he ever want to touch her, to caress her, after these animals had worked their lusts on her?
Suddenly, his vicious cock-thrusts churned into a deep, punishing rhythm, every backward grind of his naked, hair-covered hips only a fleeting respite from the pain of his deep-tunneling ravishment. Carolyn's stomach churned with nausea and anguish as her mind's eye saw with acid-etched vividness what her precious husband was seeing with his own tear-blurred vision ... the clinging soft flesh of her pussy as it was drawn inexorably by the thick, blood-engorged head of the man's cock as it slipped back out of her vagina. The trembling shudders of her slender naked thighs as she bucked and wiggled under the half-breed's grunting assault. Her breasts as they jiggled and danced beneath her while she knelt submissively in a position of abject, unquestioning conquest, a pair of burly men holding her shoulders so that she could not escape;
Leonard was like an animal behind her now, snarling and hissing bestially between his clenched teeth as he gripped her slender naked hips so tightly that her flesh was welted from his cruel punishment.
"Unngghh!" Carolyn groaned, her lips parting as a gurgling cry of wanton ravishment poured from her throat. Suddenly...!
"Oh, God.. .no! No, not that! No ... mmfffggg!" she screamed as another of the guards, an almost effeminate-looking young man of about twenty-one with soft, feminine skin and a paunch kneeled in front of her. She felt the nudging insistence of something rubbery and warm and she opened her eyes, now wide with fear and dread for she knew already what to expect ... he wanted her to suck his dick while the other man fucked her dog-style from behind!
Carolyn shuddered with sub-human shame as the man crouching animalishly between her kneeling legs slowed into a deep, punishing rhythm of deliberate, belly-deep thrusts that bored inch-by-inch into the ravaged heat of her womb; she heard him gasp for breath, nearly exhausted from his exertions, but still eager and rock-hard between her thighs. "Go on, Billy ... make her suck it while I fuck her! Stick it right down her gullet!"
She felt his deep-skewering strokes ease just a little and she opened her lips to breathe ... but got a mouthful of fleshy, purplish cock instead!
She nearly choked as he entered her, his stiffening penis slipping heatedly over the warm moistness of her tongue which was pressed down against the bottom of her mouth. He kept pushing until the lust-bloated head of his naked erection bumped gaggingly against the back of her throat. She choked and managed a furtive wheezing breath but he grabbed her ears and twisted them inhumanly, destroying any thin hopes she might have had of pulling away.
"C'mon, baby ... don't back out on me now! You're gonna' suck my dick one way or another, 'ya hear? Now ... suck! Suck it, bitch!" he snarled down at the top of her slowly-bobbing blonde head.
"Hurry it up, babe ... we ain't got all night!" Somebody growled nastily at the kneeling nude blonde wife. Carolyn knew she couldn't stall this ... she had to suck him or it would be even worse for her and her husband!
Her lips tightened around the turgid thickness of his prick and her tongue began to lightly rub the underside of his stiffening erection. Already, they could taste the first pungent droplet of his oozing semen as it squirted warmly from the tiny slit in the end of his cock ... he was clearly aroused from watching her with the one called Leonard.
"Lick it faster, cunt get that tongue moving! I've heard how good you can suck a dick when you try!" he chortled. Carolyn felt her hollowed cheeks, bloated with the thickness of his penis, redden with shame as she realized her husband could see and hear all of this, every moment. She wriggled her tongue tentatively around the lewd swollen shaft of his cock and she heard the chubby young guard groan his approval.
His hands were over her ears as he held her face perfectly aligned for a delicious face-fucking ... while Leonard pushed every inch of his huge half-breed dick into her pussy from the other side!
Carolyn could barely open her mouth enough to accommodate him as his cock bloated from the exquisitely-savored sensation of her lips and tongue warmly caressing him. She moved her tongue now with increasing fervor, not because she wanted to, but because she had learned her lessons well ... to please these men, and all the others who wanted her, was her only salvation, and to do otherwise was not only stupid but dangerous!
"Hey, yeah ... now you're starting to do it right, honey ... yeah, yeah, yeah!"
Deeper, faster thrusts began to slide over the roughness of her tiny tongue, and she gagged with every once, incessantly choking as he rammed the head of his bloated erection against the back of her throat passage. Carolyn managed to breathe furtively through her nostrils, and the cock-sucking became at least a little easier. . . long, lascivious thrusts that slipped wetly over her tongue.
What was it that triggered the suppressed animal in her spirit? Was it the thickening of his cock from her lingual caresses? Was it the closeness of the other men, their wanton taunts, the heat of their half-naked bodies as they moved closer to watch her take on two men at once? Or was it the perverse thrill of being buffeted like a sex-toy between the two guards, one still fucking her deeply from behind and the other with his prick rammed into the moist warm cavern of her mouth and throat? What was it, all of these and more that made her really begin to taste the bittersweet pungence of his cock between her lips, to savor the fleshy thickness of it as it filled her mouth and wriggled into the clasping warmth of her throat? Whatever it was ... she knew she was changing, right in front-of these men and her husband! The secret part of her soul, that wanton double-fucking! They wanted her to be a whore and now she was becoming one ... for real!
Carolyn felt the muscles in her vagina contract involuntarily and she heard the naked half-breed mouth his guttural approval as he bored relentlessly into the pouting lips of her hair-fringed pussy.
"Shit, man, she's gettin' tighter ... what a pussy she's got!" Leonard grunted, sweat beading on his forehead and arms and dribbling down onto the naked blonde's kneeling body.
Carolyn was shamed incredibly, but she was powerless to stop this surging, reawakening that seemed to be coursing through her lithe young curves like two-twenty current! A wanton thrill tingled in her loins and made the always-firm gripof her pussy even tighter as she began to incredibly enjoy the taste of this lust-bloated virile hardness that was crammed crudely into her mouth. She relished somehow the sticky pungent taste of his oozing semen as it seeped from the mushroom-shaped head of his prick. Even his pubic hair, matted with sweat, aroused her as it rubbed salaciously against her nose and face.
Carolyn could scarcely breathe at all now as her throat gagged involuntarily in a desperate attempt to keep this alien invader from rushing right down her gullet. She held her breath as long as she could, managing a few short breaths through her widely-flared nostrils ... and then it happened!
like that famous girl in the blue-movies, she swallowed it ... she actually let it slip down into her throat, and she managed it without choking! Her mouth had filled with her own saliva, mingled with the warm secretion of his semen, and she had to gulp it down or choke, and that was how it happened. It seemed an incredibly fluke to her at first, and she froze completely still, daring not to breathe, until she realized it had really happened ... and she could do it again, this time at will.
The chubby guard looking down in amazement, and the others watching moved close, shaking their heads in envy and disbelief.
"Look at that, will 'ya! She swallowed it ... she's a real cocksucker, all right, just like the other boys said!"
Carolyn managed a look at her husband just then out of the corner of one eye. He was not looking now, just staring numbly at the floor, his head shaking from side to side slowly like a mental patient in some forgotten lock-up.
"C'mon, baby, do that again," the chubby young guard muttered, gripping her head over her ears and working her face up against his pelvis like he was slipping a huge wet rubber over his prick ... only it was her throat instead!
He started to face-fuck the young slender blonde with frantic, savage strokes, and Leonard picked up his cue from behind her and started anew to skewer her pussy-hole with his long, deep thrusts that seemed to prod into the very heat of her belly. They buffeted her cruelly until a sort of dual-rhythm developed between them, and then it worked much better ... the sizzling strokes of Leonard's long, hard erection seemed to flow like electricity, first along the purplish, glistening pole of his cock and then into her own cunt where it moved through her naked young body like a wave breaking on the shore. But then it moved on, surging up through her tits and into her tongue and lips ... and finally into the other guard's stiff-dicked erection to be repeated, answered with a deep, punishing stroke that sent the super-charged current racing in the other direction, with the hapless young wife the carrier, the union of their twin lusts!
Carolyn was a shameless creature shackled to her own passions now, and she sucked furtively on the man's deep-thrust cock, every stroke now sending it deep into her warmly-clasping throat. She heard him groan with rising intensity and she knew that the moment she had dreaded was fast coming ... but did she dread it now? Had their delicious, dual-fucking made her forget her inhibitions and her shame ... did she want his cum gushing in bucketsful down her throat, and the half-breed's jism spurting like molten lava up her pussy from behind? Only Carolyn could know the answer, but the men in the room could guess ... this was no act she was putting on, this grunting and squirming, her tits wiggling and dancing beneath her as she worked her ass back onto Leonard's cock ... she was climbing the walls with cock-hungry passion, she wanted all of them, every cock in this room, all of them in her at once, long and hard and pulsing with male virility until they would all come at once and fill her to overflowing with hot gushing sperm, a river of cum that would bloat her belly and ooze from her pores! She wanted it ... she wanted it as desperately as she needed her own orgasm ... God, how she needed to cum!
"Look at me, bitch..." The chubby guard was hissing down at her venomously and she lifted her head painfully, enough to see the lust and hatred in his face. "Look at me when I cum down your throat, and don't stop sucking 'til I'm finished! I wanna' see your face when I fill it with cum. baby!"
His deep thrusts into her mouth were so brutal and rapid now that she could scarcely accommodate him, gasping for breath as she struggled to keep her throat muscles relaxed and keep from choking. He pushed his uniform pants from his knees down to his ankles so that he could get even deeper down her throat, and Carolyn felt her stomach tighten with nausea as the reeking pungence of his sweaty legs filled her nostrils. He was one of the guards who had been on the chase the chase for her husband and Larry and he was dirty from beating the bushes and sweat-soaked from the humid summer night. But Carolyn quickly adjusted to the added sensation of his strong odor ... she discovered that, perversely, it somehow even added to her fast-growing excitement!
Her fingers went between his fleshy, corpulent thighs and lightly stroked the bloated flesh of his testicles; his scrotum was wrinkled and dotted with sparse hairs and Carolyn wanted, strangely, to take it in her mouth as well, to suck all of his cock and balls into her lips and swallow them! She could not understand what had happened to her, but she was just as powerless to change anything now ... she had to see this through,' she had to finish this, to bring these two men to their shuddering climaxes and, hopefully, bring some measure of relief to herself as well!
Suddenly ... Aaaaaawwwww! Yeah, baby, yeah!
She felt the man's legs quiver like he was going to collapse as his orgasm seemed to rush up from the soles of his feet, surge along his legs and into the sack-like swollen heat of his balls ... the rush of his hot gushing cum had started!
"Unnghhh!" he moaned as it raced inexorably along the length of his thick, pulsing dick. She could feel it along her tongue-literally as the surge of cum swept up from his balls like they were a pair of powerful pumps! The onrushing surge seemed somehow to pause, only for a split-second, as it raced into the bulbous, desire-bloated head of his cock ... but the moment had arrived, and the bullet-like splatter of hot, sticky cum swept down her throat, ricocheting down into her belly in huge, viscous mouthfuls of seething jism!
Don't stop sucking 'til I'm finished . . .I wanna' see your face when I fill it with cum, baby!
Carolyn swallowed again and again, gulping his jism in great, choking mouthfuls that filled her throat and sloshed down into the quaking heat of her naked belly. But now there was no final pretense, rto vain attempt at camouflaging the truth ... she wanted it, she hungered and thirsted for the taste of his cum!
She still held his flaccid cock in her lips when he had shuddered and emptied his last drop of cum into her mouth. Her lips clamped tightly around the rubbery knob of his soft, cum-smeared dick until finally it slipped from her grip and dribbled over her chin, leaving a web-like trail of semen smeared across her cheek.
The chubby guard's groaning final spurt of cum was Leonard's signal to move back into the punishing, deep-fucking rhythm he had briefly abandoned as he, like all the other men, focused his attention on the slender, gorgeous blonde's wanton cock-sucking exhibition. But now ... now he had his own special kind of excitement in mind, a perverse cruelty that he knew would get everyone's attention. All the other men, the ones that sometimes laughed at him and called him names, they would be watching now, watching and envying him.
He gripped the soft curves of her naked slim hips and pumped her buttocks back and forth rapidly, pistoning the steel-hard length of his long, thick cock into the fastiheating wetness of her pink pussy. He looked down and smiled as he saw the ragged hair-fringed lips of her cunt flower excitedly around the slithering stiffness of his erection it was moving so fast now that he could barely see the blood-filled veins along the sides or the purplish, distended head as he drew it out of the clinging pressure of her vagina only to slam it home again with a skewering impalement that made her cry out shrilly every time his balls slapped up between her kneeling thighs.
On and on he went, fucking her with super-human strength until Carolyn was shuddering and quivering from the tips of her curled-under toes to the shaking, tossing curls of her luxuriant blonde tresses. But then ... suddenly...
Noooooooo! Don't stop now! Nooooooo!!
CHAPTER NINE
"Stick that sweet ass up a little higher!" Leonard grunted behind her, holding his huge prick with both hands. Carolyn was beyond shame now, a frenzied collection of jarred emotions and painful desires ... she had to have his cock! She was so close to cumming, she had to!
She lowered her shoulders and pushed up with her slender, naked hips, splaying the cheeks of her buttocks innocently, naively ... totally unaware of the bestial degradation he planned for her!
Holding his cock like an immense weapon, Leonard dredged it along the hairless furrow of .her ass, up from the clinging liquid head of her pussy. He parted the smooth white cheeky of her behind salaciously until the mushroom-shaped head of his dick wriggled in close to the tautly-puckered lips of her anus. He pushed hard against the reluctant little mouth until he felt them give way enough for him to let go of his cock and grab her hips to finish the job ... the delicious task of sodomizing this naked young blonde!
She tried to cry but the scream lodged in her throat like bad meat from the excruciating pain. Her face contorted with anguish and shame, and when the scream finally erupted from her lips, it was like an explosion in the confines of the shuttered room.
"Aaaaaggghh! No, not there ... no! God, please, not in my ass!" she blurted tearfully, wriggling to escape, but a pair of "helpful" guards grabbed her and forced her shoulders to the floor, crushing her tender young tits beneath her as her ass jutted out nakedly, totally unguarded and vulnerable to Leonard's vicious ravishment!
His cock was dripping wet from her cunt, and it went in easily, deeply tunneling into the rubbery heat of her rectum like a billy-club shoved up her ass. He grunted from the exquisite pain as her rectal grip tightened around his cock like a powerful fist wrapped in velvet ... wet warm velvet!
Snorting like a maddened bull, his fingers tightened in the smooth soft cheeks of her buttocks, and he squeezed her flesh mercilessly as he pulled her onto his stiffened erection, impaling her hugely with a hard thrusting lunge that sank his lust-hardened cock into her bowels!
Carolyn's scream gurgled in her throat like his cock had bored all the way through her and was coming out her mouth. She hurt through the middle of her slender young body as his cock ripped into the tender flesh of her rectum, and in her imagination it seemed as big around as a working man's forearm and twice as hard.
"Unnnggghh ... pleeassee! Don't, I beg you ... please!" she whimpered, grunting with the deep cruel thrusts of cock that tunneled up her ass as she knelt like some Arabian lust-slave in her master's court, forced to perform while these men looked on almost mutely, their eyes wide and saliva dripping from more than one mouth as they watched the naked half-breed, the butt of more than a dozen jokes around the guardhouse, fucking this gorgeously beautiful young blonde ... fucking her so good that she was wriggling back onto his long, sodomizing prick in spite of her obvious pain!
"It's sooo bigg! God! It's so big in my ass!" she screamed hysterically, but she was indeed beginning to feel a new sensation there between the nakedly-splayed cheeks of her behind ... she was starting to feel the tingling heat of her own desires, even as he ass-fucked her so cruelly!
God, what's happening to me? Am I crazy, am I in shock or something. . . Bob is right over there, tied and gagged like an animal, and I'm acting like a-a whore! What's wrong. . . what's happened to my head? God, dear God, am I going crazy ... am I becoming a-a nymphomaniac?!
Leonard, a smeared grin of ultimate conquest on his fleshy lips, held the helpless young blonde securely on his stiff, bone-erect cock, rocking her back and forth along it deliciously, savoring the clinging heat of her rectum as it gripped him powerfully and sucked the strength of his manhood up from his loins like magic!
He stared down in bug-eyed disbelief as he watched the blood-engorged thickness of his prick slither wetly in and out of the hapless naked wife's ravaged anus. He had never had a woman this way, and to begin this way with this beautiful blonde who could have been a movie star or a men's magazine fold-out well, it was driving him insane with lust, and he didn't know how long he could hold back the gushing river of cum that boiled in his testicles like molten lava! Already, his buttocks were clenched tightly together in a last-ditch attempt to drag this out until Carolyn screamed for mercy ... and his teeth ground together from the exquisite pain of his lust-bloated nuts!
As he watched incredulously, her pink nether flesh clung heatedly to the gleaming thickness of his erection as he drew it back slowly, torturously drawing the flesh of her anus out before he would shove it back with a grunt, cramming the rubbery pinkness of her rectum back into the sheltered heat of her behind. Carolyn shook and shuddered as he gripped the soft "handles" of her girlish hips and pulled her onto the spearing stiffness of his dick like a super-size rubber; she whimpered as his cock slithered into her bowels, but the last staccato gasp came when his balls swung up into the moistness of her pussyslit, and his cock struck home, imbedded to the brushy hilt in the clinging heat of her ass!
"Oooohhh! God! It still hurts me ... Ooohhhh!" But her cries were less shrill now, and she belied her own anguish with the wriggling salacious movements her naked hips making their own ... quiveringly circling the thick cudgel-like heaviness of his prick as it skewered her ass-hole relentlessly!
"Yeah baby, it's big ... but you love it, don't you?" he snarled loudly, for the other men to hear. But most of all, for her husband to hear!
Carolyn grunted from the deep-fucking pain as he gripped her hips and shoved his cock up her rectum with animalish fervor. She shook her head, tossing her luxuriant blonde hair.
"Well, cunt, answer me! You love it. . . you love my dick up your sweet white ass!"
Carolyn struggled to stay quiet, to be spared this final indignity, but Leonard was determined.
"Answer me, bitch, or I'll fuck you to death!" he spat down at her naked white body, holding her fleshy buttocks apart and tunneling so viciously between them that some of the men turned away, fully expecting the young blonde to be torn apart!
"Aaagghh, I-I can't stand it ... yesss, damn you, yesss! I love it ... I love it in my ass like this!" she screamed, hysterical with pain and involuntary desires so potent that they frightened her almost as much as this half-breed's wanton ravishment!
Her whole naked body, glistening deliciously under the single overhead light as her flesh misted with the shimmering sparkle of her perspiration, squirmed and bucked savagely under the man's deep-thrusting assault. She was clearly alive with a wanton, forbidden passion as her hips continued a slow grinding rhythm of unbridled sensuousness, and her gurgled cries degenerated into an incessant mewling whimper that seemed to pour from her lips like the warm liquid that oozed from her cunt!
As Leonard and the other men looked on in rising desire, Carolyn's naked buttocks clenched and unclenched in wild, abandoned intensity, like huge fleshy lips nibbling at the purplish, blue-veined rigidity of his cock, and he could not suppress the bestial groan of pleasure that belched from his hair-matted chest as this gorgeous naked blonde ground her pert ass-cheeks back tightly over the fast tunneling thickness of his uncircumcised cock. His hands were not holding her now he didn't need to for Carolyn was pushing back with lewd, insinuating movements of her naked behind as if she would die if every inch of his long hard penis wasn't buried deep in her belly, filling her forbidden love tunnel wantonly and bringing her to the pinnacle of her ass-fucked climax!
Her loins tingled like a sadist with a huge feather was tickling her beyond belief, and the fires of her salacious passions raged hotly in her belly, wildly out of control now in a tempestuous inferno that threatened to consume her alive ... unless the gushing river of this man's cum would extinguish them! God, how she needed his spurting viscous semen sloshing in her belly ... gushing in a river of seething virility that was the only way on earth to ease her forbidden desires!
Leonard gasped for breath as he watched his cock slip in and out of the fist-tight grip of the naked girl's rectum, every clenching movement of her buttocks milking him until the pain of her delicious tightness shuddered its way into his legs and made his knees rubbery with wanton lust!
Barely able to stay on his knees without collapsing from the ecstatic sensations emanating from the taut rectal grip of her naked behind, Leonard leaned far over the wriggling naked blonde and grabbed under her for a handful of her warm jiggling breasts. He squeezed them tightly inside his palms, crushing the delicate pinkness of her crinkly nipples against his hands and raising welts of reddish flesh where the skin of her titties was squeezed between his dark calloused fingers. His hands tightened over those dangling dancing orbs of feminine flesh, and he pulled her back with the strength of his grip over their delicious curves; she slammed back hard against his pelvis, so cruelly that she cried out from the unexpectedly deep and sudden impalement. . . but Carolyn could sense that this extra bit of savagery would be his last, for already she could feel his cock, hard and thick in her bowels, throbbing and jerking with the imminent rush of his orgasm!
"MMMmmmmm..." Leonard's eyes closed shut and his mouth dropped open as a sighing moan of relief gurgled from his throat. He felt the painful dam of his long-suppressed ejaculation suddenly wash away in a veritable flash-flood of rushing, turbulent cum ... a spurting viscous stream of sperm that shot savagely up the wriggling blonde's ass-hole and sloshed into her belly in a rivulet of warm sticky cum that made her cry out as its surging heat was felt working its way into the pit of her soul!
"Aaawwww! It's in me ... I'm full of your hot thick cum!" she suddenly gasped as the balm-like liquid ricocheted down the rubbery sheath of her rectum. She was totally and utterly ashamed, writhing in the depths of her own humiliation ... but still she wanted his cum despite the last shrill cries of her shredded decency, she had to have it!
It was like a convulsion, a spasm that spawned somewhere in the' depths of her belly and welled out of her insides into the tingling crinkly tips of her nipples and finally into the tautening muscles of her rectum and the fervent pink lips of her pussy.
Strangely, perversely, she could feel her orgasm coming on ... an onrushing demonic possession as powerful as a charging locomotive ... her ass-hole tightened excruciatingly around the half-breed's spurting erection as it emptied up her rectum, and her pussylips started to quiver and contract, rubbing sensuously over the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris until...!
"Oh ... Oh ... OH GOD! I'M CUMMINNNGG! I'M CUMMING!" Her screams of anguish and sodomistic upheaval filled the tiny house and shook the few panes that were left in the windows, and when she stopped screaming she was flat on her face, her breasts crushed under her, and her whole body quaking with the aftershocks of her cataclysmic orgasm.
"Man, what a show!" somebody exclaimed, breaking the electrified silence of the room's incredulous atmosphere. "That girl's a goddamn fucking demon ... If I had an old lady like that, I'd keep her chained out back in the barn!"
Carolyn was barely able to breathe, but she lifted her head for another glimpse of her husband. She saw him hazily through the mist of her tears, but there was nothing in his eyes to tell her what she wanted to hear ... that he understood, that this nightmare would be over soon and perhaps they would all live to look back on it as just another bad dream. But his eyes were empty, devoid now of feeling, as if he was walking around after a serious automobile accident, or shell-shocked on some faraway battlefield.
Carolyn dropped her cheek to the cool floor and sobbed, as much from relief as from despair now, for they had robbed her of all her decency and shame ... nothing they could do to her now would matter, for she had weathered their worst and lived.
She turned her head as the men clustered around the dimly-lit room finished another drink and, heady with bottle-bravado, ventured over for another go at the gasping, still-quivering blonde. She brushed her sweat-moist hair from her eyes and sat up, not bothering now to cover her breasts, for all these men had seen them and much more ... every inch of her precious hidden genitals, even the secret cleft of her ass!
But Carolyn was wrong ... they didn't want her now. They had their collective mind on something else. A ripe, curvaceous young brunette with tits like field-ripe melons and skin like a baby's behind ... two men were already urging Susie to her feet, and for the first time since this nightmare began, Carolyn could see a look of real fear in the teenager's eyes!
CHAPTER TEN
"P-Please, fellas ... not like this, please!" Susie managed a thin smile that broke at the corners of her mouth as two naked men lifted her to her feet from the spot where she had watched Carolyn with Leonard and the other guard. Her forced weak smile spoke of the promises of wonderful things ... if only they wouldn't force her to do it this way, with her husband watching. For Susie was not afraid of what they could do to her, at least not the things they could do with their cocks and their fingers, for she had been through it all a dozen times or more ... but it was another fear that sickened her and turned her stomach into a knotted ball of nausea. It was the fear of her own desires! Already, the freshly-cleansed cleft between her thighs was moist and hot from the forbidden excitement of Carolyn's
"performance" and Susie knew what a few minutes with a man, any man, would do to her and to her husband Larry who would be watching. Larry knew of her past, or parts of it at least, but he would never be able to stand the torment of watching her go insane with another man's cock between her legs ... she knew she had to fight these basic desires, this curse she was doomed to always carry ... her own ravenous love of sex!
Each of the men had one arm, stretched out at her sides so that the others could see her voluptuous nakedness without impediment; Susie was by far the more curvaceous of the two girls, and though both of them were beautiful, the young brunette exuded the raunchy kind of down-home sensuousness that men like these understood best. Hauling her up in front of them seemed to super-charge the already electrified atmosphere in the smoke-filled room, and it was easy to tell from the clamorous din of comments and catcalls that the men were ready for it like they hadn't been all night ... they all wanted a piece of this naked teenager's ripe, voluptuous ass!
Look at these titties, you guys," one of her captors chuckled. He took her right breast in the palm of his hand and jiggled it so that it shook and rippled, making Susie blush with shame and causing a furor of excitement among the other six men. His partner grabbed her other firm, huge breast and wiggled it under his palm, so that her two tits danced and swayed nakedly while the men hooted their approval.
"Atta boy, make 'em shake! Look at them babies jiggle!"
"I wish she had some tassels on ... I'll bet with tits like those she could twirl 'em like a hoochie-koochie dancer!"
Susie's eyes were clenched shut in her overwhelming shame, but she opened them when a deep, husky voice suddenly boomed above the others.
"Hold her, boys...'cause I want the first taste of this one!" She looked and saw a burly dark-haired guard whose face was familiar; he wore nothing but a pair of boxer shorts but she remembered him anyway ... he was there the day she and Susie were forced to perform with a pair of the black inmates ... Was that only a few weeks ago? God, it seems an eternity!
"Aw, Sarge ... give us guys a break!" somebody chided, but the muscled non-com was moving in already, his huge barrel chest covered with a carpet of dark, thick hair. His legs could have been taken from an ape, judging from the hair that shrouded them, but none of the men dared laugh ... this was the notorious Sergeant "Bull" Deacon, the meanest officer on the county farm payroll. A sort of hush fell over the rest of the men as it became apparent that big "Bull" wasn't kidding: he wanted some of Susie for his very own, and there wasn't a man in the room with balls enough to dispute his right of first choice!
"Let her go, men ... Come here, Susie ... I want your of man to get a good look. You just stand right here under the light-Susie felt compelled by her better judgment to follow his orders; he did not look like the kind of man who'd take lightly to insubordination. She moved over to where he stood when the two guards let her go; under the light, she looked even more voluptuously beautiful, like a goddess rising from the waters of some ancient sea, her skin squeaky-clean and still moist from the scrubbing the guards had given her. She stared down over the swell of her twin, pink-tipped breasts, down between her supple, curvaceous legs to the floor between her bare feet.
Susie knew that Larry was watching, mute and helpless from the handcuffs and the gag in his mouth, but she could not bear to look at him, to have their eyes meet, for somehow it seemed an added degradation that her wonderful husband should not have to face.
"Bull" dropped to his knees in front of her like he was going to pray ... but it was at the altar of her sex that he knelt, and the silence in the room was painfully tense as they waited for the husky, hirsute sergeant of the guard to make his move.
He reached around her curvaceous hips and grabbed two handfuls of soft, fleshy behind, drawing the cheeks of her ass apart as he pulled the downy hummock of her pubis hard against his lips.
"Unngghh ... aaawwww!" she mewled as she felt his tongue tip slither pointedly into the sizzling liquid fissure of her cunt, spreading the fleece of her pubic curls as his tongue splayed nakedly between the pink, ragged lips of her vagina.
The muscled, beer-bellied "Bull" answered her moaning plea with a spearing insinuation of his thick wet tongue, an electric thrust deep between the rubbery lips of her cunt to the sensitive, shivering pearl of her clitoris. Susie's eyes rolled in their sockets as his tongue swept over the super-charged bud and sent electrifying shivers racing along her spine; she felt her legs turn to rubber beneath her and she started to topple over.
"Whoa, honey! Somebody catch her!" She felt hands all over her suddenly, not all of them merely sustaining her balance as greedy, anxious fingers explored the huge rounded melons of her breasts or the fleshy, clenched cheeks of her ass. They lowered her onto a wooden chair someone had hauled from one of the other rooms; one leg was shorter than the others and it leaned precariously, but it was better than falling, and as "Bull" went about the enviable task of tonguing her sweet young pussy, she was grateful for anything to sit on, for his lingual caresses were so strong and demanding that Susie feared she might lose consciousness altogether!
"Bull" used this opportunity to slip out of his undershorts, and Susie dared not look down between his legs after she took one furtive peek ... he was hung like a giant, a big, beautifully-proportioned cock, the kind that always turned her on!
He walked on his knees, up between her legs, and pushed her full, ripe thighs apart with the backs of his hairy hands.
"Ummmmmm, Goddddd!" she mewled as he spread the pliant thick lips of her pussy and began to lick it ravenously from top to bottom, lingually caressing the hair-fringed furrow of her cunt from the taut-puckered little ring of her anus to the pulsing oily marble of her clit. She was fast losing what little self-control she still possessed, her whole voluptuous teenage body possessed by the rampant demon of her sexuality. She could no longer perform the demanding role of wife to her husband who sat transfixed in mute horror a few yards away ... she was Susie the cock-hungry slut now and there was no answer but the-one she had dreaded since this horrible night began she had to have their hard, thick cocks, all of them if it took that to satisfy her ravaging desires!
"Unnggh ... yes ... yes! Yes, lick my pussy! Lick it and make me cum, yesss!" she moaned with a shiver of wanton incitement, perched now on the edge of the chair to give this grunting, hairy stranger complete and unquestioned access to the secrets of her genitals. Her legs were so wide apart that everyone could see the sparse dark fluff of her pubic curls and the deep pink gash of her naked pussy, her cuntal lips quivering and palpitating in ravenous passion. Susie knew the truth now as surely as every man in this musk-scented, smoke-filled room ... she was a cock-hungry bitch! She always had been and she always would be!
Susie moaned a low animalish cry now, an incessant gurgling from her lips as her breasts heaved excitedly, dancing a pagan dance of their own as the grizzly sergeant hotly tongued and kissed the fervent fissure of her twat. She could barely see him through the steamy mist of her half-closed eyes, but she saw enough to recognize his head bobbing up and down between her thighs as his tongue swiped delectably again and again ... deep into the sizzling cleft of her pussy!
A dark halo of black hair floated around her head as it flailed wildly from side to side, and Susie was so lost in the rapturous lavings of her nakedly-splayed pussy that she failed to notice the men moving in close for a better look. The room was hushed again, the only noises the lewd slurping sounds of "Bull"s fast-licking tongue and the heavy, anxious breathing of the wriggling naked brunette.
A million volts of super-charged electricity seemed to surge out of her loins, sizzling her flesh and convulsing her voluptuous teenage body in a spasm of wriggling nakedness; she felt the tingling arousal of his tonguing even in the tips of her half-dollar-sized nipples, the warm, glowing heat of her passion, as if some potent lotion had been rubbed by hand into the fleshy melons of her tits. She heard voices, laughter and incitements through the haze of her lust, but the rapturous thrill of his pussy-licking had blocked her mind to anything but the enjoyable task at hand. Nothing mattered to her, nothing existed for her in this private world ... nothing but the fervently-probing swipes of this man's tongue between her quivering thighs!
Someone she had no idea who and she didn't care leaned over her so close that she could feel his hot, liquor-soaked breath on her neck. She supposed in the stupor of her cresting passion that it was the same man who groped crudely for the swelling orbs of her firm, lust-tautened tits. The one who rolled the crinkly tips of her nipples in his hands. Perhaps the same man who kissed her breasts, who ran his tongue down the deep cleavage between them and squeezed them until her flesh burned with pain. Or was it several men ... a dozen? A hundred? It didn't matter now, nothing mattered ... only the wantonly arousing tonguings there in the clasping heat of her cunt.
She was nearly wiggling off the flimsy unstable chair now, her wide-splayed crotch moving urgently in a pagan dance as old as man and woman. Susie groaned incessantly, grinding her crotch against the man's rough-shaven cheeks until his nose was hidden in the fleecy dark curls of her pubic vee.
Susie was adrift in a dizzy, confusing maelstrom of passions and terror ... the faint cries of her conscience as her mind recoiled at the shame and humiliation of her wanton surrender ... and the much more insistent, demanding groans of her own lust. . . her urgent need for much more of his delicious licking!
She jerked away instinctively as something touched first one hand and then the other, but when she peered nervously through the slits of her bleary eyes, she saw that two of the men were standing close to her, next to her chair ... and their cocks were in her hands! She knew what they wanted her to do, and she did it eagerly!
"Oooooh, they're all so ... h-hard! Mmmmm!" The sex-charged teenager murmured, still working her naked crotch hard against "Bull's" savagely-laving tongue and lips.
With her small hands, she gripped their long stiff cocks, moaning anxiously in spite of her husband's closeness as they hardened excitingly under her touch. Oh. how she wanted them ... all their cocks!
Slowly, sensuously, she began to pump them up and down, her hands slipping incitingly along the hardened, blood-heated lengths of their erections. She could hear, in the silence of the room, the two men grunting with pleasure as she skillfully manipulated their pricks; that, and the sound of the hairy sergeant's tongue between her thighs was all that could be heard.
Susie's eyes were closed and her nostrils flared passionately as "Bull" licked and kissed the steaming moist fissure of her pussy until it was all she could do to keep from screaming her lungs out. A great growing heat radiated from her crotch, and suddenly, when she could not stand it any longer, she began to buck and squirm wildly in the flimsy chair, nearly toppling it, grinding down and onto the delicious tonguing this churlish guard was giving her. Her pussylips flowered like the petals of a morning glory, and she could feel the gushing warmth of her own love-juices wash over his chin and lips ... and still he kept tonguing and licking her twat!
Susie's eyes bulged open, and she nearly leaped out of the chair, but the two naked guards whose cocks she deftly manipulated held her buttocks against the seat.
Her mouth opened and an inhuman whine gurgled up from her throat, and then, "Goddamn ... I'm ... I'm going to ... cum! God yes, lick me harder. God! Lick my pussy! Yesss! I'm ... cummiinngg!"
"Bull" kept it up, kept wiggling his tongue around in the sizzling wetness of her pussy as she screamed out the agonies of her orgasm. The other two guards, both of them young, had held back as long as they could, and despite the catcalls and hooting laughter of their friends, first one and then the other grunted and closed his eyes ... and the wriggling naked brunette was bathed in a shower of thick creamy cum!
A river of gushing, bullet-like spurts dribbled down onto her face and chin and oozed onto the voluptuous upswept curves of her bare breasts. She let their cocks go when they had finished and rubbed the warm rich liquid into the flesh of her tits, over the crinkly burning tips of her nipples, a groan of animalish ecstasy on her quaking lips.
When they let her go, she slid out of the chair like there were no bones in her curvaceous teenager's body. She fell to her knees first and then collapsed face down on the dirty floor. Finally, her lips opened and she lifted her head in a soulful plea, looking into the eyes of the naked guards who crowded around her.
"P-Please ... fuck me! Fuck me!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Outside, there was hardly a sound from inside, but the balding warden knew what was going on from the occasional hoot of derisive laughter that filtered through the boarded-up windows and competed with the sounds of the swampy bottom-land forest. Bullfrogs croaked around him and now and then came the eerie scream of a bobcat on the prowl in the dark southern night.
Warden Mayes chewed on the soggy tip of his twenty-cent cigar and glanced at the luminous dial of his watch. He knew this little "reunion" party was his own idea and he knew as well that his men would be as firmly aligned to his causes now as Dixie regulars were to Robert E. Lee, but still he couldn't escape the nagging thought that kept surfacing in the depths of his thoughts . .--. Did I make a mistake in letting the boys have their fun? Should I have stayed out of this girly business altogether and stuck with the pork business that nets me thousands by itself? Shit, I hope I didn't fuck up!
* * *
Inside the smoke-filled room of the ramshackle old house, Susie had risen to her hands and knees and was kneeling in the middle of a circle formed by the eight guards. Her girlfriend Carolyn was sitting close to her husband, at least as close as they would allow, and now her hands were cuffed again as well so that she could do nothing but watch like the ill-fated husbands.
Carolyn watched the curvaceous body of her teenager girlfriend as Susie kneeled submissively and let them look at her and describe her intimate secrets in blushing detail. And Carolyn wondered, as she watched, if the glow she felt in her belly was just the shameful remnant of her ravishment ... or did she want to watch Susie "do it" with these men? Was there a perverse facet of her personality that wanted to witness her girlfriend's shameless lovemaking?
Susie's eyes were closed as the men touched her, first one and then the others, as calloused, grubby fingers coursed wantonly over the curves and hollows of her naked young body. She didn't open her eyes to see who it was that hotly probed the cleft of her buttocks, who salaciously fingered the taut little mouth of her anus. Or who it was that caressed her titties and made them jiggle as the huge mounds dangled beneath her. Or who it was who finger-fucked the hot wet fissure of her pussy!
"Hey, look at that ass ... goddamn, ain't it a sweet thing!" Somebody grunted close behind her hips. She felt his hands on her fleshy buttocks cheeks and when she dared to look around, her guess was confirmed ... it was "Bull", ready for the fucking he had earned at the altar of her genitals!
Her skin tingled with a heady mix of shame and arousal as he grabbed the cheeks of her bottom and pulled them apart; she shuddered as a chill rush of cold air raced between her half-moon buttocks. Susie said nothing, but closed her eyes to hide her mirrored shame. A second later, she felt the insistent prodding of a long, thick virile cock between her legs ... the beautiful one she had seen minutes ago. She felt incredibly ashamed, but she could not hide the truth ... she wanted his hard, beautiful prick between the flowering pink lips of her pussy! She wanted it deep in her belly!
It brushed the pliant folds of her vagina and electrifyingly touched the sensitive, nerve-packed pearl of her clitoris. She shook and quivered, a moan of anguished desire escaping her lips as his cock-head playfully splayed the dew-moist folds of her pussy. He laughed to his friends and tautingly drew his cock up and down along the hot moist fissure of her cunt, now hotly steaming like a sizzling piece of meat!
But the moaning young brunette was in no mood for playfulness and she reached between the full curves of her thighs and grabbed furtively at the head of his thick, circumcised erection ... I've got to have it, now!
Her voice was husky and quaking with emotion when she spoke. "Pleassee."
"Bull" didn't wait for a second invitation; he lunged into her with the strength of a tracklayer's sledge hammer, gripping the nether cheeks of her ass as his cock tunneled deeply between the lust-splayed lips of her pussy. His prick rushed into her in one vicious lunge that knocked the breath from the naked teenager's lungs; deeper and deeper it surged, splaying the soft clinging walls of her cunt like a fist into butter!
"Aaaww ... awww! God ... Aaaggghhh! It's so ... deeeppp!" she whimpered, gasping for air as the other men closed in and nearly suffocated her in the narrowing tightness of their circle. "Bull" wasted not a second on niceties ... his thrusts were all cruelly hard and had the force of all his two-hundred pounds behind them as they seared hotly into her belly like a flame-red poker. His thumbs bit into the sensitive flesh of her buttocks as he pulled them salaciously apart, opening them and the taut nether ring of her anus as he fucked her with deep, deliberate strokes that lifted him off the floor as he pushed every inch of his cock into the clinging heat of her pussy. The guards had crowded in so close that breathing was nearly impossible, their eyes transfixed on the pouting lips of her cunt as they gripped their sergeant's prick in a kind of cuntal sucking that made the grizzled, hairy man grunt with pleasure. His thrusts were savagely fast and thorough ... and Susie was feeling them with every pore of her being, every inch of her body!
But Susie wasn't prepared for the surprise the sergeant had cooked up; whether he had planned it with the other men, she would never learn, but when it started to happen, even the street-wise young brunette could not have known how it would all end!
CHAPTER TWELVE
It happened so fast ... one deep, delicious thrust was warmly cradled in the heat of her belly and then suddenly, his cock slithered out of her clasping cuntal grip and into the forbidden nether sheath of her rectum ... just like that, in one swift stroke that impaled her viciously and sank the grizzly guard's long thick cock up her ass!
"Aaaaaarrrggghhhhh!" Susie screamed in pain as his long hard prick slithered up her ass-hole, lubricated with the warm liquid juices of her cunt. Susie grimaced in anguish, her features contorted with pain, but she tried valiantly to accommodate him; her passion was so intense that it mattered not at all where he fucked her, as long as she could relish the deep-thrusting deliciousness of a big, manly cock in her belly. But this was only the beginning . Not even Susie was prepared for "Bull'"s next move!
He leaned far over her, grabbing the fleshy jiggling mounds of her huge breasts; he squeezed them so hard that she cried out again in renewed agony.
"Okay..." He grunted, hissing for breath through his clenched teeth. "Turn her over! On her back!" There was a ripple of laughter and a few comments the naked brunette could not understand and suddenly Susie was lifted bodily into the air. For an instant, she thought it would be a repeat of the performance Carolyn had offered, when they lifted her and held her positioned for the half-breed's cunnilingus. . . but not, this was something else again! Something Susie had not counted on ... and certainly something she didn't want Larry to see!
When they turned her over, she was lying on her back on top of the hair-covered sergeant, his cock still hugely imbedded in her ass-hole! Her legs were widely splayed, and not by accident as the other men looked hungrily down at the pink, naked slit of her hair-fringed cunt. To them, her pussylips seemed to be beckoning ... calling to them, Come on, fuck me, fuck me with your big, beautiful dicks!
Suddenly, one of the young guards was between her legs, but when he dropped to his knees, it was his lips that brushed the ragged moist flesh of her twat, not the jutting stiffness of his erection.
"I just want a little kiss ... it's such a beautiful little pussy! And then I'm going to fuck her, Sarge ... I'm gonna' fuck her twat off!" '
Dropping his face to her pussy, he licked her hotly, his tongue relishing the sweet taste of her twat as it moved along the steaming cleft of her vagina. It mattered not at all to the young guard officer that his sergeant's cock was only a few inches below, crudely stuffed in the hapless brunette's rectum. He hardly noticed ... all that he noticed was the moistly-pungent fissure of her pussy and the quivering pink pearl of her clit. Susie moaned every time his tongue swiped upward thrust of his thick, eight-inch prick, a deep, skewering stroke that throbbed in the heat of her clasping rectum. His hands kneaded. the soft, pliant mounds of her jiggling breasts as she lay on her back atop him, and as the two men caressed and kissed her, she could feel rippling sensations of naked lust racing along her spine, sensations that matched in intensity that undulations of the sergeant's hard, muscled torso beneath her.
"Hurry it up, boy ... poke it to her, you can eat pussy anytime!" the grizzled sergeant grumbled irritably.
The younger guard lifted his head from between Susie's splayed thighs, his cheeks moist and glistening with the warm juices of her pussy. He reached down to his long, thin cock and worked it between the lips of the pussy he had just warmly kissed and tongued.
"Aaawwww, put it in ... I can't stand it, put it in!" Susie suddenly mewled. All the men shook their heads and looked at each other in surprise . . .She's got ol' Sarge's horse-pecker stuffed up her tail, and still she's begging for more! Damn, what a woman!
The young guard looked down at the pouting lips of her eager young twat and his eyes widened in amazement as the warm pink mouth began to flower around his cock like it was yearning to take a bite of his prick! He lowered his weight onto her, resting on his outstretched hands as his cock disappeared into the quaking heat of her belly in a single, slurping thrust.
"Mmmmmm, that's it ... both your big beautiful dicks in me, yesss!" she gasped shamelessly as the men and her husband looked on. She could hear the one called "Bull" panting and grunting under her like his namesake as he pushed up with the powerful muscles of his pelvis, skewering her like she had been dropped ass-first onto a tree trunk as his long thick cock bored relentlessly upward into the rubbery nether sheath of her rectum!
Susie cried incoherently, an inhuman whining gurgle that seemed to come straight out of her belly; she was nakedly sandwiched between the two guards, sadistically impaled on both their long stiff cocks at once. Her flattened nether cheeks were crudely splayed by the up-thrust pole-like thickness of Bull's erection, and from the other side, the young guard's long, skewering prick slithered in and out of her pussy like a serpent, darting incredibly fast in a sadistic act of ravishment!
For a long time, what seemed an eternity to the well-built young wife, she was savagely buffeted between the two strong men. She groaned in the shameful act of dual-fucking, but soon their rapid, churning thrusts merged into a kind of pagan rhythm ... the sensuous cadence of this delicious fucking, both cocks searingly diving into the heat of her wriggling white belly as one!
"Unngghh, yes, yes ... they're both going in me soo deep! Fuck me hard, fellas ... fuck me goooodd!! " It could have been the devil's two-pronged tail or a man with a pitchfork who was deftly screwing both her love-tunnels at once, for it didn't matter now to Susie!
She moaned louder and louder, wailing in the silence of the back-country night as the two men grunted and sweated over and below her, working their cocks in and out of her with such fervor that her own body, even her toes, never touched the floor. There was a heat between her legs like a flamethrower had been aimed up her ass, and Susie knew she could not stand much more without an orgasm that would blow the tin roof right off this house!
As the younger man lifted off her on his backthrust, she could peer down between the jiggling huge melons of her tits to see just a little of his gleaming erection as it slithered out of the clasping grip of her pussy. Her knees were scissored back and her feet shot straight up at the ceiling overhead as he fucked her viciously, without mercy, and she could see the soft clinging flesh of her pussy being pulled out in warm moist folds as his cock-head drew the clasping walls of her vagina out between the palpitating lips of her pussy.
She could not see "Bull" at all, of course, but she certainly knew he was there! The up-thrust movements of his huge cock delivered incredible sensations of sodomy to the young brunette as she wriggled on his impaling hardness like a pig speared on a pike. She was helpless between them, buffeted and pounded by their wildly humping bodies into a quivering mass of naked flesh: her breath came only in short painful gasps as "Bull" hotly caressed the soft mounds of her tits, squeezing them hard against her ribs.
In all her wild and wicked past, Susie had never known anything quite like this ... an incredible act of wanton arousal so fantastic, so forbidden that its very unbelievableness made it somehow pure in a pagan kind of sense. like a small child or a jungle savage, she felt strangely that she could do no wrong because it seemed so ... so right!
She felt an incredible submissiveness, like she was a slave tossed into the sexual arena for her master's enjoyment, but at the same moment, she felt exciting power ... as if she could tighten the muscles of her vagina and her rectum and suck these powerful, sweating men into the burning inferno of her loins!
"C'mon, now ... really fuck her, kid!" the sergeant grunted up from the floor. "Let's give her something to remember ... She won't be no good for no man once we've finished!"
Bucking and writhing all around her, from below and from above, the two grunting cursing prison guards bent their backs double in a super-human attempt to bring this naked young ball of fire to complete and utter subjugation ... they knew she wanted it, but they wanted more.
They wanted her in unconditional surrender ... and defeat!
Her arms went out and around the younger man and pulled his chest down against the jutting peaks of her breasts; his own nipples were hard and masculine and she could feel them boring into the soft flesh of her tits. Her nails dug into his back and tore at his flesh as she groaned and mewled her frantic urgency. He kissed her full on the lips, and she answered with a probing wiggle of her tongue into his mouth as her legs encircled his slender boyish hips and her ankles locked behind his buttocks, driving him down with frantic insistence as her heels pounded his cock deliciously down into the liquid heat of her twat!
She ground back and forth, first up to meet his deep-thrusting long cock and then salaciously squirming her buttocks down onto the cruel impalement of "Bull's" thick, fleshy erection, half a foot or more into the clasping rubbery depths of her ass-hole!
Suddenly, she felt inside like she had been catapulted off the brink of a high mountain precipice, tossed out into space into a whirling kaleidoscope of colors and sounds and liquid sensations ... Oh God, yes, yess!
"I ... I ... I'm ... CUMMMIIINNNGGG! I'M CUUMMIINNGG!! " The air belched from her lungs loudly and her screams seemed to shake the tin on the house's roof, but Susie didn't care ... she had reached her long-awaited climax, an orgasm like nothing she had ever had, and if a thousand people had rushed into the room with movie cameras and lights, she would not have been able to stop.
In the instant after the first peak of her lingering climax, her eyes opened for a split-second and she caught the wide-eyed, disbelieving face of her husband, an image that was etched on her brain in the fleeting moment as if a strobe light had been fired in the dimly-lit room. But Susie could not stop now, even as her stomach knotted in shame at the look of anguish and horror on Larry's twisted face ... it was a look she would never forget, but for now she was powerless to stop!
She groaned as she felt her pussy open up like the petals of a night-blooming flower, opening hotly around the naked long erection the young guard had slammed into her belly. And as the lips of her cunt closed tightly again, milking his prick with exquisite pressure, he groaned and sharply inhaled ... and a gush of hot, sticky cum spurted deeply into her like a fire hose turned loose. Heavy, thick gobs of youthfully potent cum sloshed down the clinging sheath of her pussy until her womb was filled and the extra oozed luridly from around his cock and dribbled onto the sergeant below.
"Bull" was just a second or two behind the young guard, having held back as long as he could. She heard him expel a lungful of air in a long, low hiss between his teeth; his breath was hot on her neck and then came the fountain-like eruption of his cock up her rectum until even her bowels were filled to overflowing with hot, soothing cum!
When Susie was at last free to crawl off of him, the hairy-chested sergeant pushed her up and off of his belly and Susie grimaced in pain as his softening penis slithered thickly from the still-tight grip of her anus.
She rolled onto the floor beside him, gasping for air, just in time to see the four remaining guards rolling her girlfriend into position for what little they could manage in the time they had left. She was on her hands and knees, her wrists still handcuffed behind her, and they pushed her face down against the floor. A pair of soiled undershorts were under her head, the only cushion she had against the hard wooden floor.
"Get her ass up higher ... Hurry it up, the Warden's blowing the horn outside!" one of them shouted anxiously. His cock was in his hand and he didn't intend to leave this house with a hard-on ... No sir, I'm gonna' get me some before I go home to face the ol'lady, goddamn right!
Susie got to her feet without being offered any help from the men who were hurriedly dressing. They seemed to ignore her now, their lusts spent and her belly sloshing with their sperm. She reached for her clothes and started across to Larry, hoping that somehow the words would come to say how sorry she was, but they jerked the men to their feet and led them away before she could even speak.
When she looked across at Carolyn, she was whining and whimpering like a little girl being spanked. The first man was humping away at her upturned buttocks, a spreading smile on his sweaty lips as he fucked her as fast as he could. Behind him, three others were impatiently waiting their turn.
"C'mon, Durwood, get it moving! It's bad enough we get sloppy seconds, but I don't aim to wait all fuckin' night for it!"
Susie watched painfully, feeling real anguish for the first time since this night began. It didn't matter what they did to her, she could take it ... but Carolyn was another matter. And to see her girlfriend, shackled like an animal, doubled over with her buttocks being pulled apart by two laughing men while another fucked her viciously, it was almost too much. But Susie knew the truth by now, that there was nothing she or anyone else could do to stop it. She and Carolyn and their husbands were completely at the mercy of the sadistic warden and his henchmen. They were nothing more than slaves, like the Negroes who once lived on the great plantations in this same region.
She brushed her sweat-drenched hair from her eyes and felt the stinging of tears as they finally began to flow again. Looking away because she could not stand any more of her girlfriend's degradation, Susie started to get dressed, but still she could hear their voices as they spent their pent-up hatreds and desires in the sobbing blonde's belly.
"That's more like it, Durwood! Shoot that cum in her twat! Now, move it over, buddy, and make room for a real man!"
Susie went out into the chilly night where a couple of guards waited for her, handcuffs at the ready. She took them without protest, extending her wrists almost automatically ... for now she was truly a prisoner.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
For days now, they had walked around like zombies, rustling themselves awake, shuffling through the chow line for a few bites of unwanted food. Their new jobs were at the packing plant, cleaning up after the shifts changed. It was the most menial work a man could be assigned to, the kind of job that usually went to a cripple or a mental defective.
But Bob and Larry knew why they were here to keep them away from the other men. To punish them and keep the word of their special torture confined to the guards; and this was greater punishment still. They could find no word on their wives: were they alive? Had the sadistic animal that called himself warden of this hellhole had them killed?
This was the beginning of the second week since their recapture, and between them hardly a dozen words had passed about what they and their wives went through that night. It was like a horrible wartime experience, the kind that men come home from and never talk about, even with their families. There had been a little said that first night, once they were back in their two-man cell, but the pain was too great. Neither of them wanted to cry, to destroy what little was left of their manhood, so the subject was just dropped ... but the painful cloud that hung over them both was real enough. And it dogged them day and night, all through the monotony of their jobs and into the long sleepless hours of the night.
* * *
"C'mon, you jerks ... get that floor cleaned and get moving!" the guard bellowed down at them from the catwalk high above the packing plant floor. Bob and Larry, and a team of illiterates and cripples, were sloshing the day's residue from the concrete floors where a hundred women had slaved for" no wages at all for ten hours.
Bob looked up. Normally, they were left pretty much alone here, and he sensed that something out of the ordinary was in the works.
"Larry ... what's eating him? Have you heard any scuttlebutt?" he whispered to his friend, putting his shoulder behind a mop as they cleaned a path along the packing benches.
"I don't know ... but I did hear a rumor when I was in the John. Something about some big-shots coming through. Guys from the agriculture department, I think."
Bob looked at his friend but said nothing, and yet Larry had grown so close to him in the long arduous days of their confinement that he could somehow read his thoughts.
"Oh no. If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, you're out of your mind! It won't work, Bob, it just won't!"
"What choice do we have? Another year of this ... maybe two years?" They had not been tried yet for their escape, and though they doubted that the warden would risk taking them into court, it was rumored that the sentences would just be tacked on "administratively".
"We can keep our noses clean and pull our sentences, that's what!" Larry said as loudly as he dared, still mopping and throwing bucketfuls of water ahead of them as they progressed across the huge packing plant. "You know they'll take it out on the girls if we make them mad, don't you?"
Bob moved his head up and down deliberately, his mind a hundred miles away. "Yeah ... I know. God help me, I know."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
They were sitting quietly against the outside wall of the plant, some of them leaning against the wall, others stretched out on the grass, waiting for the slat-walled pickup that would take them all back to the compound. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and most of the men were still at their jobs; Bob and Larry had not mentioned the prospects of a solution again, and Larry was hoping that his impetuous buddy had given it up as a lost cause.
Bob was staring at the dirt between his feet, watching a colony of ants carrying dirt from a new tunnel ... Lucky bastards, at least they can leave when they get tired of it all!
There was a column of red-clay dust coming across the fields, along the rutted track that served as a road, and the convicts shuffled to their feet under the watchful eye of the guard above and behind them on the catwalk that surrounded the plant, both inside and out. He was too far away to reach them himself, but his carbine had a particularly long reach, so there was seldom any trouble at this outpost and the guards tended to be more relaxed than back at the compound where a moment's hesitation might mean an escape ... or a murder.
As the dust-cloud neared, it was apparent that their readying had been in vain and some of the convicts cursed loudly and bitterly and sat down again. It was a "free streets" car, a regular civilian sedan, and no one paid any attention as it stopped and three men got out.
No one, that is, but Bob.
He saw his chance and took it, without so much as a nod to his buddy. He jumped to his feet and hurried over to one of the civilians he had just picked in that instant before he made the decision to act.
The guard was shouting down at him but he dared not shoot with these outsiders so close. Bob stopped a few feet short of the surprised man and started in on his story ... all of it. every last sickening detail. The men, including the other two, listened incredulously, and just as Bob finished, the guard, huffing and panting, ran up, his hand on his carbine.
"Hey, you, what's the idea? I told you to stay put! What'd he tell you gentlemen?" the guard asked nervously, his hand tightly on Bob's shoulder.
The man looked for a moment into Bob's eyes, as if he was looking for something. And then he did something that brought Bob's thin hopes crashing down around him like so much broken glass ... he laughed.
"Nothing, Officer ... I think he's been in the sun too long, that's all. Now, if we can get on with our inspection."
The uniformed guard led Bob away without protest, and when he reached the shade of the plant again, his buddy could see in his eyes that the final spark had gone ... the will to go on was dead.
EPILOGUE
It was anti-climactic after the hell they had all been through. Days passed without a change in their routine and Bob guessed that the guard on duty had failed to report his violation, fearing that his own ass might be on the line for being so lax that it could happen.
Nothing had changed around the camp, at least nothing the men could see, but on a Tuesday morning, they were awakened by the clamor of footsteps along the runway outside their cell. Normally, no one would have been on the "run" before five A.M., and it was only three-fifteen by Bob's watch.
"What is it?" Larry grumbled sleepily from the upper bunk. Bob was on his feet, his nose pressed between the bars for a better look.
"I don't know ... but it looks serious.
There are guys in uniform all over the place."
Larry lifted his head. "Uniform? Prison uniform?"
"No ... they look like cops. State Police, Larry! They're State Police!" His buddy was off the bunk and beside him before he had time to say it again. Neither of them dared say what was in their minds lest the mere words jinx what little chance they had.
A pair of police came down the runway, their guns routinely left outside, but their hands holding nightsticks. They stopped a scant foot from Bob's face.
"Evers? Your name Evers?"
Bob nodded, gulping back the tormenting anguish that gagged him. "Y-Yes..."
"C'mon ... the district attorney wants to see you. Your wives are outside in the car."
Bob's heart pounded in his chest like a bass drum playing The William Tell Overture, but he raced through the door when it opened without putting on his shoes or shirt.
"My friend Larry? Do you want him too?"
The cop nodded. "Yeah ... both of you. Let's go."
Outside, the night was fast fading and a bright crisp summer morning was about to begin. It was just a morning like all the rest since their arrests, but to Bob and Larry, it was like the dawning of the first day of the universe ... birds were chirping that had not sounded their calls in months. A mist was rising from the stream down the hill, the stream that had been their ill-fated avenue to freedom.
They stopped beside the police car and looked across to the warden's residence. Lights were on and a crowd of police had gathered on the front porch; almost as if on cue, they led him out in his pajamas and robe, his hands cuffed like their own had been just a few days ago.
Inside the car, Carolyn and Susie sat silently, fiddling with their skirts and biting their lips apprehensively. Susie reached out for her husband cautiously, not knowing what to expect; Carolyn was less subtle as Bob climbed into the back seat: her arms went around his neck and she cried, not tears of shame and humiliation now ... but tears of happiness. And hope ... for hope was all they had left now.