In various countries throughout the world, there has been a vast undertaking to reform outdated prisons to fit the standards of a new society. No longer is there a need for unsanitary conditions to exist in many of the prisons. No longer is there any need for gaols, dungeons, and debtor's prisons.
In Sweden, the people have recognized the value of rehabilitation and prison reform. Swedish humanitarians have finally impressed upon the minds of authorities that prisoners are not animals to be caged. They are human beings turned into animals by the confining restrictions that they have been placed in. Homosexuality ran rampant throughout many of the Swedish prisons until a measure was provided to allow wives to have conjugal privileges with their husbands in prison.
In Mexico, prisoners are allowed to have a private bedroom once a week for the visitation of a mistress or a wife. Homosexuality is held to a minimum. Disciplinary problems rarely occur. Murderers become model prisoners, hoping to gain the conjugal privilege as a reward for their good behavior.
In England, prisoners are also granted conjugal visits. Sociologists have undertaken to study the prison reform methods used in England in the hopes of transplanting them to America. They have come up with three enlightening facts: First, homosexuality is thwarted; second, disciplinary problems have declined; third, more prisoners walk out of prisons, instead of breaking out.
In the United States, capital punishment reigns supreme in thirty-six states. Adherents to this thought believe that if you lead a man to the "chair," you keep one from taking his place. Their prime contention is the use of examples to show other potential murderers that this is the consequence of murder. They claim it is a deterrent, a preventive measure, when a man dies by hanging or electrocution. Yet, if this is true, then we should inflict corporal punishment to further deter men from killing each other. We should cut a murderer's entrails out. We should whip murderers to death. Surely this would be a better deterrent than letting a man die quick and easy.
Today, the people who are against capital punishment have strived for a different goal-prison reform. They believe that we are not dealing with animals. They believe that capital punishment as a deterrent is not working. (The evidence shows that the ratio of first degree murders have risen higher than the number of executions).
Statistics have proven that American prisons have a high degree of homosexuality, disciplinary problems and more jail breaks, than those prisons which have adopted some method of prison reform. Psychologists have researched behind the statistics and have come up with a theory explaining the facts. It is simply that any man, whether he is a prisoner or not, will turn animal-like when caged. He becomes rebellious, frustrated, and any latent desires become manifest when he is captivated or isolated. He feels persecuted (which the pro-capital punishment people desire) and the moment he emerges from prison, he becomes revengeful and retaliates by committing the same act which put him behind bars, or even worse crimes. It is his way of expressing revenge for what society has done to him.
The goal for the prison reformists is a simple one. It is to transform criminals into citizens. It is to provide men with a new lease on life. It is to give them the chance to become an integral part of society.
Prison Nymph tells the story of today's prisons. It tells a story of three prisoners who break from jail and manifest their sexual desires onto an innocent young girl. It is an example of American prisons without any social reform.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Linda ran a towel briskly over her wet nipples. She paused for a second, her eyes glued to the hard tips of her full, firm breasts. The sight of their aroused state caused by the cold shower sent a now-too-familiar sensation reeling through her youthful, vibrant body.
She let her hand trail down over the gentle rise of her belly and slip between her golden, firm thighs. As her fingertips probed through the damp curly hair covering her full, open lips, she stifled a moan and forced her eyes to look away from her burning blonde cunt.
She stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror for a few seconds, and the sight of her glowing body caused another moan to disturb the silence of the brightly lit bathroom. Her gaze moved down over the reflection of her 37-22-35 frame, and she let her fingers fondle the top of her open cunt lips and find the stiff clitoris that demanded attention.
The sensation was building in her; and fight it as she might, she couldn't stop herself from giving way to the sensual warmth caused by her moving fingertips. For a brief second she fingered herself, closing her eyes and leaning against the bathroom counter for support, as her senses reeled. Suddenly, the harsh sound of the ringing bell, signaling the end of the prisoners' exercise period, broke her deep concentration.
She opened her eyes, and the second she saw the darting hand between her legs-she felt ashamed and removed it. She stood before the mirror, gathering her strength; then she sighed and turned around.
Inwardly she cursed this wanton need that seemed to be filling her lush body more and more every day; but at seventeen, she had begun to realize that it was a need that could not be ignored completely. She thought back to the fumbling hands of the youths she had been out with, and half-pictured them making love to her the way she had read about it; then, once again, she chastised herself for her thoughts.
She was mixed up, like most girls her age, but she realized it. She could fight off her desires, at least try. She knew it wasn't right to masturbate, to tease herself with her fingers, to touch her sensitive area and wish. Oh God, she knew it wasn't right, but it was so nice to hope, so nice to imagine.
The bell rang again and she shivered, as though she had been caught by her father, masturbating. A cold sweat dripped off her forehead as she realized it was only guilt.
She shook, to rid herself of the excited feelings, and went to the window. She parted the curtains and looked out.
It was an ugly sight, one she had never liked. Four bleak, gray walls rose from the ground, hemming in the prison compound from the outside world. The walls were lined with vicious barbed wire, escape sirens and towers manned by guards with lethal machine guns.
She could see the figures below, shuffling off from the exercise yard toward their dank cells. Their shoulders were hunched forward, their heads hung, their feet dragged. They were like mummies, living a day-by-day existence, hoping and praying for their chance to get out beyond the walls, to run free, to walk straight, to sniff free air. She felt sorry for them, no matter what her father told her about them. Perhaps that was why she came back to the prison every summer to work as a secretary.
Her father, the prison warden, sent her off to boarding school during the school year. She didn't like it, but ever since her mother's death, he said it was best for her to have someplace to be with other girls and older women. Besides, he said, he didn't have the time to devote to her, and his job was always dangerous. He didn't want to worry about her upbringing and his job.
They had discussed it frankly and Linda had felt no rejection about the situation. She knew her father loved her and was doing what was best for her.
He had always been involved with his work, staying up late hours-working out the problems of running a prison took time and energy.
But she had insisted on the summer job. She liked her work and it was exciting. All the girls at school were envious, asking her what it was like to work in "a real live prison, with murderers, rapists, thieves..." Linda liked the spotlight too. And she also liked Ted.
Below, in the exercise yard, she caught a glimpse of her cousin. He was just a few years older than she, working for her father as a guard.
There was something magical about Ted. They had grown up together after Ted's parents died, played games, laughed, chased, dreamed. But as she and Ted grew older, they began to feel differently for one another-not as brother and sister might-but a deeper, richer, more exciting feeling. Almost like they were lovers. But they had never spoken of their feelings, they were hidden, like a pirate's treasure. Someday, they would find it, perhaps.
* * *
Linda dressed and as she finished zipping her skirt, she heard it-
For a split second Linda couldn't believe the wail of the siren; she'd only heard it once before in her entire lifetime. There was no mistaking the shrieking cry that filled the air around her.
It was a prison break.
Panic filled her. She inched her way along the stone wall of the corridor. Immediately her ears picked up the sound of running feet in the hallway to her left. Fear gripped her heart as she stared helplessly into the dimly lit hallway. The sight of Ted rounding the corner only a few feet away filled her with relief. Their eyes met, and she could read the anxiety in his.
"Do you know where it is?" she said fearfully.
Ted shook his head as he reached for her arm.
"No, but I know one thing for sure; this is no place for a woman."
Linda felt some of the panic leave her as Ted's firm grip turned her and propelled her down the hallway.
"C'mon, let's find your father and see what's going on."
Ted barely had the words out when Len Williams rounded the corner in front of them with two other prisoners close behind. Ted's first reaction was to go for his gun, but one look at the .45 in Williams' hand changed his mind. He knew that Williams was serving life for murder and wouldn't hesitate to use the weapon.
Ted had seen Len in his cell many times, and even when separated from the short, wiry convict by steel bars, the murderous glaze in his green eyes had sent chills up his spine. Now, with the convict only feet from him, he noticed a strange new glint in Len's half-crazed eyes. He reached out his hand in a gesture of protection for Linda.
His eyes flickered from Len to the two men behind him. He recognized Sam Johnson immediately. Sam was a burly six-foot four Negro. He was shocked to find him in on a break. Although Sam was serving a ten-year term for armed robbery, he had always been a model prisoner.
Ted heard a cruel laugh from the last of the three escapees and knew without seeing, who the man was. He had heard that maniacal laugh a hundred times during the early morning hours of his guard duty. He had a strong suspicion that Ray Simmons belonged in a mental institution instead of a prison. He had never been able to understand why a man convicted of the brutal rape of a sixteen-year-old girl could get off as easily as Simmons had.
Had he been alone he might have taken the risk and gone for his gun, but with Linda beside him, he couldn't afford to chance it.
Linda screamed as her eyes met Len's. She could read the pleasure written all over his face, and she hedged closer to Ted as the three men moved toward them.
Len turned to the other two and barked orders at them.
"This is even better than we figured-the warden's daughter, yet. Get ahold of her, Sam."
* * *
Linda moved closer to Ted as she watched the Mustang slip slowly beneath the surface of the lake. She knew how hard he had worked to save for the car, and she could feel the anger gushing through him as they watched it disappear from sight. They stood watching as the bubbles surged to the top.
Len's icy voice cut through the silence of the desolate mountainside.
"We haven't got time to stand here and gawk. Check the ropes on these two, Sam, and then we'll head up toward the cabin."
The big Negro nodded slowly and moved toward Linda and Ted. He paused a few inches from Linda and turned toward Len.
"Shouldn't we do something about the tracks? What if they follow us?"
The smaller man snapped around to face the massive Negro.
"Sam, don't try to think! I'll do that for all of us. Just do what you're told. Nobody's going to follow us, not as long as we got these two. Besides, the cabin is so far off the beaten track it would take months for them to get to us. By that time, we'll have cooled off and been long gone. Just check those two and let's get the hell out of here.
Linda could sense the desperate tone in the convict's voice, and it sent a shiver of panic through her. She knew she had good reason to be afraid of them; these men had nothing to lose.
CHAPTER TWO
Linda slumped to the floor of the cabin and leaned her head back against the wall. The pain from her bruised feet and chafed wrists had become excruciating. Her body ached from every joint after the two-mile climb through the dense underbrush. It had been dark for nearly a half hour. She found herself wishing this was all a nightmare from which she'd soon awaken.
The glare from a match brought her out of her thoughts, and she moved closer to Ted's limp body lying beside her. She watched the convict, Ted had identified as Ray Simmons, cross the dusty floor to a rough table and light a gas lantern. Of all the convicts, she feared him most, knowing that he had been sentenced for the brutal rape and murder of a teenage girl.
Ever since she had been taken by them, she had felt his eyes on her. moving over her body. There was no mistaking the insane glint in his eyes, as he lifted the lamp and hung it on the wall across from them.
Linda felt her skin crawl as Ray moved across the room toward her, his eyes resting directly on the taut material of her blouse where it strained to cover the massive mounds of her breasts. She struggled helplessly to move out of his way.
"Please..."
Cruel laughter filled the room, as Len stepped into the light just behind Ray's slowly moving form. Linda's eyes turned from Ray to the other man for a second, pleading; but one look at him told her the effort was wasted.
Len grinned at her, and then nodded to Ray, who stood poised only inches from Linda's shivering body.
"Go ahead, Ray ... fuck her," he said in a hoarse whisper.
Linda screamed, and the sound made Ted summon all the strength he could muster. He managed to raise himself to a kneeling position on the floor and shuffled to a point between Ray and Linda.
"Leave her alone, for god's sake..."
Len's well-aimed boot caught Ted on the right temple, and Linda gasped as she watched her cousin drop lifelessly to the floor in front of her. She couldn't see how badly he was injured because Ray's hands were on her now, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her over to the dirty table. Linda screamed again. Ray's hand lashed across her cheek, as he dropped her roughly onto the table, pinning her tied hands beneath her.
Linda stared wide-eyed at him as he reached for the front of her blouse. She closed her eyes; a scream welled up in her, but she knew it would gain nothing but another brutal slap. Her ears filled with encouragement shouted by Len, as Ray took a grip on the top of her blouse. She groaned as the material dug into her flesh. The sound of her ripping blouse filled the room. She opened her eyes. She saw Ray's grinning face above her, his eyes feasting on the fully exposed cups of her bra concealing the flesh of her full, firm breasts.
The sex-starved convict let out a groan of need and reached for the center of the bra. It ripped away with the powerful pull of his hands, and Linda's breasts were bare. Instantly, she felt the convict's palms on her breasts, rubbing, circling, massaging. Her nipples began to react, stiffening and growing.
Linda closed her eyes and whimpered. Ray paid no heed to her groaning. His hands pawed over her body, ripping away first her skirt, and then the wispy black panties that covered her virgin vagina.
Linda tried to cross her legs to try and keep her blonde-haired pussy concealed. Len moved forward for a better look. The small convict turned toward the Negro who was standing back watching, and he barked his orders to the big man.
"Hold the bitch, Sam! Spread her legs ... I want to see Ray jam his cock into her."
The big Negro paused for a second; and then, as
Len turned to look at him again, he began to move forward almost reluctantly.
"I don't think we should, Len; she's only a kid..."
Len whipped around, coming face to face with Sam.
"I'm not telling you again-keep your fucking mouth shut! If there's any thinking to do around here, I'll do it. Now get hold of the bitch and keep her still."
Linda looked from Len to Sam. She could see that the big Negro didn't want to move, but it was obvious that Len was the brains for the threesome, and she could read fear in the big man's eyes.
Sam moved forward and grasped Linda firmly. She looked up at him; and as their eyes met, she could sense that he was telling her he had no choice. Linda stifled a cry of hopelessness, and turned her eyes away from Sam. Her mouth fell open as she turned her head. There, in front of her, was Ray's stiff cock, only inches away from her face.
The sex-starved convict was stroking his stiff organ, running his fingers over the stretched skin and the purple, blood-filled head. Linda had never seen a man like this before, and the sight sent a tremor through her body. It looked so big, so powerful ... so full of life. So many times she had pictured what it would be like ... but the circumstances had been so different. It was supposed to be a man she loved, a man she wanted to hold near.
Ray's blood was boiling. He had been dreaming of something like this for months. He feasted his eyes on the lush growth of blonde curls covering
Linda's cunt. The sight of the open lips parted by Sam's pressure on Linda's legs ... the big, melon-like breasts so firm and upright even though Linda was on her back, was tantalizing.
He let out a whistle of delight and climbed up onto the table between Linda's open legs. His need was great, and he made no attempt to ready the girl in front of him for his attack. He wanted nothing but the feel of his huge cock driving between the lips of her hot, open cunt. He guided the throbbing head of his organ between Linda's virgin lips, and with a mighty thrust of his hips, drove the bulging knob into her.
Linda screamed. Her vagina burned with pain. Her pussy was dry and unlubricated, thus, the outer lips became inverted as Ray's cock perforated her hymen.
Once again she felt his hands on her breasts, caressing and kneading the erect buds. Despite herself, Linda felt her body begin to react. A strange glow moved through her. Her sex glands secreted the necessary juices to accommodate the big intruder. Ray let his cock slip back slightly to prepare for another vicious thrust.
As he moved his hips, he crushed her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and Linda let out a moan as her body began to rock involuntarily below him. His first thrust had been painful, but now he eased his dick into her. She hadn't realized that Ray had still not penetrated his entire length into her.
Her moan deepened as Ray removed his right hand and replaced it with his mouth, greedily sucking the firm nipple and surrounding areole. He met it with his tongue as he shoved his straining cock further into Linda, ripping at her virgin flesh. Linda could feel the tingling sensation caused by the feel of his tongue on her pulsing nipple. She felt his massive cock ripping into her again, and she gasped from the pain that surrounded her burning cunt. Her only lubricant was the blood that oozed from the torn maidenhead membrane.
Suddenly she groaned and opened her mouth as she felt the huge, pulsing head of Ray's organ sink into her flesh in its entirety. The feel of it was unbelievable as it pulsed snugly in its sheath. Linda found the pain of the stretching passageway almost unbearable. Her flesh began to grant, involuntarily, the invading cock more freedom.
She felt Ray move away from her, drawing the big cock out; and then it came back into her again. This time the curly blonde curls meshed with Ray's kinky pubic hair. She felt heavy balls slapping wetly against her buttocks.
Suddenly Linda's mind filled with the near-nude image of Ted standing in his room below her. The thoughts she had given way to them filled her again, and with the next stroke of Ray's cock, her mouth opened.
"Oh yes, Ted ... hold me ... yes ... yes..."
Linda heard the words, but couldn't believe she had said them. She opened her eyes and looked up at Ray, and felt nausea slipping over her. She would have given into it, if she hadn't felt the jerk of his cock deep inside her battered cunt. The first squirting gob of his sperm, spewing against her tortured inner flesh, sent a slight tremor of pleasure through her. Her hips lashed upward as the warm stream of semen cut into her depths and filled her. The feel of it was too much for her; it sapped her remaining strength, and she slipped helplessly into the protective shield of unconsciousness.
* * *
Awareness filled Linda's brain, and she opened her eyes. For a second, she forgot where she was, but the instant she tried to move she remembered. The pain in her wrists snapped her into consciousness, and she lurched upward into a sitting position.
The sound of muffled voices filled her ears. She turned her head. She could see a shaft of light under what must be a doorway. It took her a second to realize she was in a room adjoining the main room of the cabin.
She forced herself to relax. Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the darkness. She could make out a form lying next to her. As she began to move towards it, she realized that her hands were free. It surprised her, because they were so numb from the ropes, that had bound her earlier, that she had little feeling in them. She began to rub her wrists gently, wincing from the pain, but pleased by the feel of the returning circulation. She moved over to the inert figure and recognized it as Ted.
She started to shake him, but stopped when she realized that, in his condition, rest was the best thing he could have. She leaned forward slightly, placing her ear over his mouth to satisfy herself that he was breathing. She sat upright again and looked back over to the shaft of light coming from the bottom of the door.
Her mind went back to what had happened before she had mercifully passed out. A shudder of disbelief moved through her. With the memory came the awareness that there was a throbbing between her legs. She moved her right hand downward over her nude form until she was cupping the blonde-covered mound between her legs.
There was pain; and yet there was something else, a strange warmth that she had never felt before. She tried to rationalize it in her mind for a few seconds; then she pushed it aside and took a deep breath.
Escape was the first thought that came to her mind, but a quick survey of the room told her that it was impossible. There were no windows in the small room, and that left the door as the only avenue of escape. It was obvious from the muted voices in the other room that that would be out of the question.
A low moan filled the room. She turned toward Ted, letting her hand move over his mouth to stop the sound from reaching the other room. She bent her head so that her lips were next to his ear.
"Be quiet ... they're in the next room. Are you all right?"
There was a pause, and then Ted lifted himself painfully into a sitting position beside her. She moved closer to him so that she could hear.
"Yeah, I think so ... how about you?"
Linda flushed self-consciously and moved back from him slightly.
"Yes . . I'm all right."
There was another pause while Ted gathered his thoughts. She felt him move closer to her as he whispered.
"Did they..."
Linda's lowered head answered his question. Ted reached for her head and drew it toward him protectively as he spoke.
"Those dirty, rotten bastards..."
All the anxiety that had been building up in Linda let loose at the feel of the sympathetic hands holding her so gently. She snuggled closer to Ted and nestled her face against his chest as the tears came.
For a few seconds Ted held her there close, and then he pushed her away suddenly. Linda was surprised for a second, and then she realized why he had done it. She reached up and brushed away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"They didn't give me my clothes back..."
As Ted pulled his hands away from her, he brushed one of Linda's breasts. He jerked his hand away as if it had touched fire.
"I'm sorry, Linda ... I didn't think..."
Linda could feel his embarrassment, and it matched her own. She had never been like this with a man before. She was grateful that the room was in darkness. She knew Ted could make out her outline just as she could make out his, but at least she had the protection of the darkness to cover her exposed body.
She felt completely helpless, and suddenly all the horror of the situation filled her, and she began to sob.
"Oh Ted ... what are we going to do..."
Ted sat before her helplessly. He could sense that she wanted him to hold and console her, but her nakedness caused a conflict to grow in his mind. She began to sob louder. He knew that he would have to reach for her. He couldn't afford to have the others hear her.
His arms encircled her, and he pulled her close. Linda welcomed the warmth of his body; and she molded herself to him, drawing strength from his maleness.
Ted's nostrils filled with the womanly smell of her, as he held her. He felt desire filling him as he noticed the pressure of her breasts against his chest. For a split second he held a woman, not his cousin; and in that split second, his cock began to grow. He hated himself for what his body was doing, and he started to push her away again. At that second the door opened. Len looked at them, his outline framed by the lantern light behind him.
Once again Linda's ears filled with his cold, sadistic laugh.
"Well, I'll be screwed. Come and look at this; our virgin's putting out for the guard!"
Most of the light was blocked out as Ray hurried over to Len's side and Sam shuffled up behind them.
Ted felt a wave of disgust move through him as ' he pushed Linda gently aside, trying to cover her nude body as best he could with his hands.
"Get your foul mind out of the gutter, you bastard. She happens to be my cousin."
Ray's dirty laugh filled the cabin, and the sound of it sent a jolt of disgust through Linda. She had never felt such hatred for a man before.
Len stood looking down at them, the grin still plastered over his face. Linda could almost feel his mind working, as he stared at them. She knew that whatever plan he was formulating could mean nothing but more torture for her.
Len moved his gaze from Linda to Ted.
"You trying to tell me you weren't intending to screw her?"
Ted glared up at the small convict.
"Why, you rotten bastard."
The smile moved off Len's face for an instant, and then returned.
"Okay, big mouth, you asked for it. Both of you get out here."
Ted was tempted to tell the convict where he could get off for a second, but he realized that Linda's safety depended on his actions. He had no intention of giving Len or the others another excuse to torture her. He turned to face her.
"We'd better do what they say ... at least for now."
Len laughed.
"He's right, baby ... I'm the boss here."
Ted led the way into the other room, keeping himself between Linda and the others. When they had reached the center of the room, Len stepped forward; and the cruel grin formed on his face again. He looked at Linda for a second, his eyes appraising what he could see of her flesh; and then he glanced over at Ted.
"Okay, big mouth, take off your clothes."
Ted held Len's gaze steadily, trying to sense exactly how far the convict would go. He knew he didn't have too much choice in what he did or did not do, but the thought of stripping in front of Linda and forcing her to look at him hurt. He had been careful to keep his eyes away from her revealed body, knowing it was wrong to feel about her as anything other than his cousin.
Before he had a chance to make a decision, Len made it for him. The convict stepped forward, and his right hand lashed out. His fingertips caught Linda across the breasts, sending a searing flash of pain through her body. Her scream brought another smile to Len's face as he looked back toward Ted.
"I told you, screw, I'm the boss here. Take your clothes off."
Ted moved his hands to his shirt immediately, not wanting to cause Linda any more pain.
Linda stood frozen with fear just behind Ted. Her eyes stayed on his back where she could draw strength from him, and it took her a few seconds to realize what was happening. It wasn't until she saw the movement of Ted's dropping pants that she knew he was stripping.
Ted kicked his pants aside and hesitated, not wanting to remove the last piece of clothing covering himself from Linda's eyes. Len's cruel eyes moved over him.
"Your shorts, too, big mouth. Let's see how well you're hung."
Ted didn't move his hands for an instant, and Len made a move to go for Linda again. Without further thought, Ted stuck his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down.
Linda could feel Ted's embarrassment, as she focused her eyes on the nude, muscular cheeks of his buttocks. The sight of the exposed flesh turned her thoughts back to when she had been watching him earlier. She felt a warm sensation deep inside. She hated herself for it, and forced herself to drive it out of her mind.
Ted dropped his shorts to the floor and looked toward Len. He didn't have long to wait for his next order.
"Turn around and show her your cock." Linda closed her eyes. Len turned to Ray. "Let her have it in the tits every time she closes her eyes."
Linda opened her eyes instantly; she could still feel the throbbing pain in her nipples. As she was opening her eyes, Ray pushed her down. She dropped to her knees on the floor. Her first sight was Ted's massive uncircumcised organ only inches away from her. It swayed gently in the flickering light of the lantern, and she couldn't help but compare it with the organ she'd seen earlier. It was so different ... lax, and yet as big ... there was no clearly defined glans, but merely the loose foreskin which covered the tip.
Linda shook her head, trying to push the thoughts aside. God, how could she be comparing, thinking like that in this situation. She must be crazy; it was so wrong...
She was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she only heard the last of Len's command.
". . . and you're going to blow him, baby."
She saw Ted's body tense in front of her, and then his voice filled the room, almost pleasing.
"For christ sake, don't ... "
Linda had no idea what they were talking about, but she could sense from the sound of Ted's voice that it was something horrible, and a tremor of fear moved through her. She closed her eyes.
A look of sadistic pleasure filled Ray's face as he lashed out at Linda's high, firm breasts. Linda let out a cry of pain and opened her eyes.
"Please ... don't do it again ... please..."
Len's voice lashed out.
"I said blow him, baby ... suck his cock into your mouth..."
Linda looked upward at Ted's strained face. She understood what was expected of her now, but the thought of doing it was unbelievable. She saw Ray raise his hand for another swing at her breasts; and she leaned forward, her mouth open. She forced her mind to go blank as she moved her head forward. Ted's lax cock disappeared between her lips, and she grasped his thighs for support as she held it between her teeth.
"Suck on it," shouted Len.
She began to suck on it. She felt the muscles of Ted's thighs tighten under her hands. The feel of it surprised her; it was almost electric in its suddenness, and she knew that it had been involuntary. Before she had time to explore the sensation further, she felt the massive cock in her mouth begin to grow. The wonder of it stretching, expanding, filling her mouth pushed all else out of her mind.
She felt Ted's thighs pushing forward, and she knew he would not do this unless he had been forced. As he moved, the hot burning flesh in her mouth moved to its fully erect state. She felt the foreskin slip back, exposing the molten, tubular-shaped head of his massive cock and letting it slip back into her throat. It was so smooth, and she felt it moving ... felt the life blood pulsing through it.
A shudder ripped through her, and she felt a flaming torch burning deeply between her thighs. Her mind fought for control over the climbing rise of desire, but at that instant Ted let out a moan, and a stream of warm, thick fluid shot forth into her mouth. The feel of it, pouring into her, sent a series of blissful shocks through Linda, and her mind went blank. It was wrong ... so wrong ... but the feel of it ...
When she opened her eyes seconds later, Ted was kneeling beside her. She held a mouthful of come, not knowing what to do. "Swish it around. Then swallow it, baby," Len ordered. Linda swished it around like mouthwash. She savored the tangy, gooey fluid. She swallowed it. Her tongue licked her lips to clean off the milky white secretion which drooled from the corners of her mouth.
She couldn't look at Ted. The shame welled up in her as she realized what she had done. Ted sensed her horror.
She tried to answer him, but her mouth wouldn't form words to describe how dirty and hopeless she felt.
Ted touched her arm, then jerked his hand away.
"I didn't want it to happen ... I just. . . "
She didn't have time to reply. Sam's big arms pushed him roughly aside, and she saw him disappear in the small room. The door was closed behind him. She gathered her strength to get up and follow him.
Before she could move, Ray was over her, his stiff cock waving above her like a palm in a hurricane.
Fear, nausea, and finally hopelessness swept over her. She tried to scream, but she didn't have the strength. Her sobs were interrupted by a coughing fit. The sticky strands of sperm had gathered in her throat. She coughed again to try and clear her throat.
CHAPTER THREE
Having Ted removed from the room, stripped Linda of any power to resist. She had been violated already, and what was worse, she had been forced to pull Ted down into the gutter with her. She closed her eyes, half-expecting to receive another stinging blow to her breasts, but it didn't come.
Instead, she felt the pressure of Ray's hands on her thighs as he pushed them apart and climbed up onto the table between them.
Linda summoned all her strength of will and fought to control the tears that threatened to come. She would not give them the satisfaction of seeing that she was suffering. Ray's stiff cock thrust viciously into her pussy. As it ripped into her throbbing cunt, Linda gasped and opened her eyes.
She was shocked to find herself staring at Len's organ. Before she could react to the sight, he pushed his hips forward. She felt his straining cock slip between her lips.
It was smaller than Ted's, but Len pushed it in completely on the first stroke, and Linda found herself choking on it. She twisted a little on the table, trying to pull her head back. She managed to get a little breathing room.
To her surprise, the steady, slow strokes of Ray's cock below began to fill her body with a growing warmth. She could no longer control her reactions. Her hips were rising and falling in rhythm with Ray's thrusting, swollen tool.
Her senses reeled, and she sucked in a breath of air, at the same time drawing Len's cock further into her mouth. The feel of the smooth lance slipping inside made her moan with pleasure, and she let her tongue roll around the thick head gently.
A groan of delight blurted forth from Len's clenched teeth, and he reached for Linda's right hand. She made no attempt to fight him, as he guided her palm to his dangling balls. She cupped them lovingly and began to caress the hairy sac.
Her mind went blank with the exception of the strong desire that filled her. She felt Len's throbbing cock slip back and forth between her lips. The sight of it, the smell of Ted's love juice still damp against her cheek, sent her senses reeling. She felt Ray's massive cock jerk and send a volley of hot juice spurting into her depths. She let out a moan of delight and sucked Len's cock deeper into her mouth.
The feel of it sent Len over the top, and a gurgle of pleasure caught in his throat, as Linda felt his balls jump in her hand. She welcomed the bursting surge of hot fluid from the tip of his cock, swallowing again and again as the creamy juice threatened to choke her.
As Len emptied himself into her mouth, Linda felt the blissful shudders of release rip through her. She whimpered with delight, sucking on Len even as he removed his limp organ from its hot, moist sheath.
Linda found the strength to open her eyes. The two convicts were staring down at her, grinning. The sight of them with their relaxed cocks still dripping gobs of viscous sperm into the edge of the table, and the realization of what she had done, made Linda sick. She fought against the nausea, determined not to show them how much they had degraded her.
She summoned her strength and managed to sit upright. Dizziness filled her head, and she almost toppled off the table. She felt strong arms catching her; and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself cradled in Sam's muscular arms. She looked up at him pleadingly, staring into his soft brown eyes.
"Please ... no more..."
The big Negro looked over at Len.
"I'll put her back in the other room."
The small man, now completely satisfied, shrugged and reached for a cigarette.
"Do whatever you want with her; I'm going to get some sleep. Stick a lantern in there with them, when you're through with her, so we don't have to walk into the darkness to get them next time-and make sure you lock the door on them before you hit the sack."
The bigger man nodded and carried Linda over to the door that led to the smaller room and set her down on her feet. He pushed the door open for her and handed her one of the lanterns before locking it behind him.
Linda leaned against the closed door, fighting to control the tremors of shame that wracked her body. She clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to open them again, wishing that she were dead. Tears welled up in her closed eyes and began to trickle down her cheeks.
Ted stood against the wall, wanting so much to go to her and comfort her, but at a loss for words. For a few seconds he did nothing; then he spoke.
"Oh god, Linda, what have they done to you?"
The sound of Ted's voice brought Linda back to reality. She opened her tear-filled eyes. The sight of Ted's blurred form in front of her, revealed by the flickering light from the lamp, reminded her of her own nakedness. She quickly moved her hands to cover herself as best she could.
Ted had taken a few steps toward her, but he halted when he saw her attempts to cover her private areas. For a second they stood staring at each other, too embarrassed to speak and yet wanting to talk so badly. Finally Ted looked down at his all-too-prominent masculinity and shrugged.
"We might as well face it; they have no intention of giving us back our clothes. We're just going to have to get used to seeing each other like this."
Linda was beginning to calm down from the shock of her ordeal and to get hold of herself again. She could see that Ted's statement made sense, and she nodded her head in agreement. She raised her eyes slowly, doing her best to bypass Ted's hips and look straight into his eyes. As she met his gaze, she remembered what she had been forced to do with him just a short time ago. She flushed and raised her hands to her head.
"Oh Ted, how will you ever be able to forgive me for what I've done?"
Ted crossed over to her and stood, feeling foolish, in front of her. He wanted to take her into his arms and comfort her, but he couldn't do it. He knew full well that he had become more of a man filled with desire for her than their cousinship would permit. He knew he couldn't justify his actions at that time in his own mind, let alone Linda's. He knew that what she needed most was some sort of justification for what had taken place.
He moved his hand to her chin and lifted it slowly. When her eyes met his, he could read the helplessness in them.
"This isn't your doing, Linda; you were forced to do what you did. I know as well as you do that you wouldn't ... do that unless you were forced. Try to forget what happened. It wasn't your fault."
Ted's words helped Linda a little, and she managed a weak nod of her head, but deep inside she knew that what he had said was only partially true. She was positive that she wouldn't have even dreamed of doing that to Ted, but she also knew at one time that she had lost complete control of herself.
Just the realization of this fact, shocked her to the core. To have done what she did with any man would have been unthinkable, but to do it to her own cousin made her some kind of an animal with sexual desires that were beyond control.
She searched in her own mind for an answer as to why she had done it. She wanted so badly to ask Ted for help but how could she ever tell him the truth-that she had actually enjoyed what she did even for that moment.
As she looked at him now, she could see in his eyes that he was disgusted with her. She couldn't blame him. She was disgusted with herself. Once again, she wished that she could die.
Ted could sense that Linda was far from convinced. He became conscious of the fact that his hand was still resting against her chin-just yesterday it would have been only a simple, comforting gesture-but now he pulled it back self-consciously as his body began to warm from the feel of her smooth flesh.
Linda's suspicion that she disgusted him was strengthened by this action. Before she could restrain them, the tears began to roll down her cheeks again. Ted stood staring at her helplessly while her sobs wracked her body. Finally he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"It won't happen again, Linda ... I promise you; no matter what they do to me, I won't let them."
Linda managed to nod her head. Ted removed his hand and walked across the room. He bent down and straightened out the mattress in the corner that had been revealed by the lantern. He turned back to face her.
"It isn't much, but at least you won't have to sleep on the floor."
Linda shook her head.
"No, you take it ... I couldn't sleep anyway."
Ted looked up at her, and his face took on a serious expression.
"Look, Linda, you've been through a lot. You need all the rest you can get. I'm going to see if I can figure out some way that we can break out of here and get freeof these maniacs. You get some sleep in the meantime."
Linda had no strength left to argue. She nodded obediently and moved over to the soiled mattress.
CHAPTER FOUR
Linda woke with a start and bolted upright off the dirty mattress. It took her a second to realize where she was. She suddenly wished that she could return to her nightmare, as she glanced toward Ted's nude body against the doorway, and relived the horror of the past few hours.
Ted turned to her as she moved. He raised his finger to his lips, signifying silence. Slowly he made his way over to her.
He sat down beside her on the mattress and placed his lips to her ear.
"They've been talking things over ever since you went to sleep. Come over to the door with me and put your ear to it."
Linda nodded her understanding. They slowly moved over to the door and dropped to their knees beside it. The warmth of Ted's body so close to her own sent a flush of desire through Linda. She was embarrassed by the feeling, but the sounds of voices from the other room drew her attention. She strained to hear what the three men were saying. She recognized the first voice as Len's.
". . . it's the only way. My brother would be here by now if he's coming. Something's gone wrong. We've only got enough supplies to last us a week. We sure as hell can't strike out on our own without clothes or money ... We wouldn't stand a chance."
There was a pause, and then Ray's voice cut into the silence of the room beyond the door.
"Are you sure it will work?"
Len's voice was filled with confidence as he answered.
"Sure, it'll work. Here's how we'll do it. We'll take the money that we got out of the guard's wallet. Ray and I will go on back to the road and head down to the store that we passed a few miles back before taking to the bush. I'll wait for Ray while he goes in wearing the screw's clothes. He'll buy a camera and film. We'll come back here, take some real good shots of the warden's kid, and then blindfold the screw and lead him out of here. We send him back with the pictures to the warden, and he won't have any choice but to give us the money and clothes we want. It's the only chance we've got."
There was another pause, and then Ray spoke again.
"What if the screw don't hand them over? What's to stop him from just saying nothing once he's out of here?"
Len's reply came almost immediately.
"Use your fucking head ... you saw the way he panicked when we fucked the holy shit out of the broad. He'll have only one thing on his mind, and so will the warden-especially after he gets a look at the pictures we're going to take."
There was a burst of maniacal laughter that could only have come from Ray. It sent shivers of fear up Linda's spine. She pulled her head away from the door. Ted held his ear to it for a second, then took her hand and led her to the other side of the room. He kept his voice to a whisper as he spoke.
"I know it sounds pretty bad ... especially the pictures they have in mind. After what they've already done, it doesn't take much imagination to figure out what they have in mind."
It became obvious to him immediately that the statement was unnecessary. Linda's realization of what the pictures meant was written all over her face. Ted moved his hands to her shoulders and tried to give her hope.
"Look, it sounds bad; I'll admit that, but it may be our one chance. I'll find some way of leading them back here, and it will all be over soon. We'll just have to go along with them until I can bring help."
The full impact of what he was suggesting hit Linda. She looked up at him in surprise and fear. "You mean you want me to ... to..." Ted nodded slowly.
"You'll have to. There's no telling what they might do if we fight them. They've got nothing to lose by killing us with the exception of this plan. If we play along with them, we'll be of use and they'll want to keep us alive. We might just get out of this all right. But if we don't ... "
Ted didn't have to finish his sentence. Linda knew what would undoubtedly happen. After last night's experience, and with the idea of her father seeing the pictures they would take, she wasn't sure that she would rather be dead.
She began to shake in his grasp, as she thought of what she would have to do.
"I ... I don't know if I can ... those things they made me do ... I. . . "
Ted shook her gently.
"We don't have any choice ... keep telling yourself that."
Linda bowed her head. Before Ted could say anything more, the door opened and Len stood framed by the lamp in the next room. A cruel smile formed on his face as he looked at them. Linda felt her skin crawl as she realized what the convict thought they were doing. She loosed herself from Ted's grasp and moved away from his protective warmth. Len let his eyes run over her lush body.
"Okay, baby, you come on out here."
Linda got up reluctantly, and Ted began to get up with her. Len looked over at him and shook his head.
"Not you, you stay here."
Linda looked over at Ted before moving. He nodded, telling her to do what she was told. She hesitated for a second, then got up and crossed over to the doorway. Len let her pass, then he closed and locked the door separating the two rooms.
Linda was acutely aware of her nudity as she stood in front of the three convicts. She put her back to the wall beside the door and attempted to cover her swelling breasts and the wispy forest of blonde curls that covered her blood-stained cunt. Her embarrassment seemed to heighten Len's pleasure. He laughed and then grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her over to the big double bed in the corner of the room.
Linda froze in terror, as she felt his hands on her buttocks. He shoved her onto the bed and turned around. He faced Sam and nodded toward Linda's spread-eagled body on the bed.
"Tie her up. I don't want the two of them together. They might plan some kind of escape; and with you here alone, you won't have any trouble with them this way."
The big Negro moved. He picked up a coil of rope hanging on the wall and crossed over to the bed. He flipped Linda over on her back and within seconds she was securely tied to the four brass posts of the ancient bed.
The convicts' eyes feasted on her lush form, moving over the high rise of her full breasts, down over the gentle curve of her belly, to the curly blonde hair covering her pussy and the damp lips of her cunt, opening invitingly by the spreading of her legs.
The sight was obviously too much for Ray. He began to cross the room toward the bed. Linda let out a cry of panic. Ray's crazed chuckle filled the cabin.
The convict paused long enough at the end of the bed to pull down his zipper. Linda watched in horror as his stiffening cock surged free through the opening and waved slowly back and forth in front of her. She closed her eyes and formed Ted's words in her mind ... over and over again, she told herself that she must bear it. . . over and over...
She opened her eyes again. Ray had climbed up between her thighs. To her surprise, she found herself watching his big cock grow rigid. The speed of his sexual readiness both horrified and surprised her. The sight of the thick, purplish head and the swollen, blood-filled shaft brought back memories of both the pain and the wild pleasure that she had suffered.
Ray's hand found her uplifted breasts. He began to rub his palm in small circles over them. Despite herself, Linda groaned as she felt stabs of need move through her body. Within seconds, her nipples defied her fear and began to grow. The blood poured into her teased buds. Ray began to turn and twist the vermillion tips between his thumbs and forefingers, and Linda felt them fill to their full, spongy erectness. She groaned as her resistance began to give way to the increasing desire in her youthful body. Ray removed his right hand and moved forward to apply his mouth to her stiff nipple. She raised her hips off the bed in automatic response.
As her hot cunt lifted upward, it dragged across Ray's hard, pulsing cock. Linda whimpered and pressed against its stiff base, welcoming the feel of the hot flesh against her clitoris.
For a split second, she realized what she was doing and forced herself to drop her hips back to the bed, but in that instant Ray placed his mouth on hers. Linda's moist lips parted of their own accord. She felt the warm, moist tongue enter her mouth. Her body no longer listened to the little voice that told her it was wrong. She began to suck at the probing intruder hungrily.
Ray's reaction to her cooperation was immediate. His stiff cock began to move back and forth between Linda's open and moist lips, feeling the warm petals hungrily open and close. The incomplete contact was not enough for Linda. She groaned and arched herself upward, feeling Ray's cock slip downward until the head rested directly over her gaping lips. The feel of it so close and yet so far drove Linda crazy with want. Her lips parted, letting her cry of need fill the room.
"Oh yes ... yes ... stick it in please ... shove it into me..."
Even Len's cruel laugh couldn't stop Linda now. She was aware of nothing but the huge head of Ray's organ pulsing, stretching her tender flesh. The feel of it, burrowing into her vagina, brought life to her wanton form.
Ray's hand slipped under her hips to cup and caress her firm buttocks. He dug his fingers into the resilient flesh and pulled her up to him, driving his cock to the hairy hilt. His balls nestled snugly between the taut flesh that stretched between her pussy and her ass-hole.
Linda's mouth fell open as Ray's swollen knob slammed against the tender wall of her gaping cunt. The feel of it left her breathless. She arched upward, wanting more. The feel of Ray's heavy balls slapping against the now-dripping flesh just below her twisting cunt added to her pleasure until her mind went almost blank.
"Oh my god ... I'm going ... now ... please now..."
Her words were all that Ray needed to push him over the top. He let out an animal groan, and she felt the huge cock tremble inside her. Volley after volley of hot, creamy cum gushed into her. Linda shot into the clouds, her body shuddering and reeling from the pleasure that filled her.
It lasted a long time ... then slowly she agonizingly realized what she had done. At first she told herself that it hadn't happened that way, but she knew the truth. There was no denying what she had felt and what she had said. She felt limp ... beaten ... but most of all, she felt ashamed ... ashamed of what she had become ... of what she had found to be her real self.
She forced herself to keep her eyes closed, not wanting to see the mocking looks the convicts were giving her. She heard movement around her. She heard a door open.
The sound of it made her realize that Ted too must have heard what she had shouted. He must be aware that I enjoyed it, she thought. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she prayed for death for the third time that day. She opened her eyes, expecting to find Ted's shocked face staring down at her. All she found was an empty cabin with the exception of the big Negro.
He was standing beside the bed with a towel in his hand. Linda expected to find contempt in his eyes, but she could read none. Instead she felt sympathy and understanding in the big man's steady gaze.
He smiled down at her and held the towel forward.
"I could wash you off ... if you don't mind me touching you..."
Linda had become so accustomed to being told what to do that this expression of kindness made her speechless for a moment. She looked back up at him, still searching for a better understanding of his words. Suddenly, she felt dizzy from trying to get up. She flopped back on the bed.
The Negro moved down to the bottom of the bed. He kneeled between Linda's spread-eagled legs and gently applied the towel to her burning cunt. As he carefully removed the traces of Linda's ample flow and the sticky pools of drying semen, his eyes softened. He looked up at her.
"I'm sorry..."
Linda could see that he wanted to apologize for what the others had done. It surprised her and warmed her. She tried to comprehend his actions. As the big Negro stepped back off the bed, she spoke.
"Why..."
She found it hard to put her question into words, but she could tell that he knew what she meant. He washed out the towel at the sink and hung it up. He walked back over to her and sat down in a chair beside the bed.
He pulled out a cigarette before answering. Then he offered her one as an afterthought. Linda nodded her head and accepted the cigarette between her lips gratefully. The big man lit hers, and then his own. He leaned back in the chair and looked down at her.
"This isn't my idea ... I don't believe a woman should be treated like this."
Linda's curiosity arose.
"Why? You're a convict just like them. Is it ... that you ... you don't like women?" she asked in a hesitating voice.
A painful expression formed on his face as he looked back at her. The expression changed to a smile. He looked back into her eyes.
"Not that ... I have more desire for women than the others. I just don't think any woman should be taken by force. I have never forced a woman in my life, and I don't want to start now. The sight of you there like that, with a body more beautiful than any I've ever seen, builds a fire in me that threatens to leave me in ashes; but I could still never take you by force."
"Is it because I'm white?"
The big man laughed.
"Christ no ... I worked as a male prostitute before I ended up in jail. I've had more white women than the others put together. They paid me for the pleasure I gave them. They had a name for me..."
He closed his mouth part-way through the sentence, and a look of embarrassment filled his face.
He obviously had had no intention of telling Linda as much as he had. He felt uncomfortable about what he had said. He stood up and crossed to the sink, pretending to be busy with something.
Linda watched him for a second, then called to him. He turned to face her. She managed to mumble around the cigarette that was becoming a little hard to keep between her lips. Sam saw her predicament immediately and crossed over to her and took it from her mouth. As he set it down in the ash tray beside the bed, Linda spoke.
"What did they call you?"
Sam turned to face her and smiled.
"It was nothing, really..."
"Please."
She knew that she had him on the defensive as she pursued her questions.
Sam took a drag off his cigarette and let his eyes run over Linda's vibrant body. He looked up at her face.
"They called me 'The Cock'. "
There was still a tinge of pride in Sam's statement. Linda was a little sorry that she had pressed the point, but she found her eyes moving down over the Negro's muscular chest to the massive bulge in the front of his pants.
She had never believed a Negro could blush, but that was exactly what Sam did as his eyes moved down the front of his pants. He looked up at her.
"I'm sorry ... the conversation, and seeing you like that; I can't help it."
Linda couldn't believe her eyes. The outline of Sam's organ bulged along his right thigh. Linda could hardly conceive of what it meant, but the sight of the throbbing protrusion brought a film of glistening moisture to the lips of her cunt. She sensed that her body was beginning to rule her again. She struggled to control her ragged breathing.
It was obvious that the rising heat in Linda's body was doubled in Sam's. His eyes went back down to the damp blonde hair covering her pussy. His chest began to rise and fall more rapidly.
His gaze moved back up to meet hers. Without changing his expression, he moved a little closer to the bed.
"You tell me when to stop..."
Before Linda realized his intentions, he had bent over the bed. She felt his hot breath on the inside of her thigh. She opened her mouth to stop him from going any further, but her pussy mouth opened eagerly to his experienced tongue that had found the clitoris nestled softly at the juncture of her flowing cunt lips. At the touch of the hot lance, Linda's words died in her throat. . .
Linda couldn't hold back the moan of delight that shot through her clenched teeth, as Sam ran the tip of his tongue slowly up her taut clitoris, over the top and down the other side. She fought for control over her wanton body.
"I must say it ... I must tell him to stop ... I know he will if I tell him ... I must make my lips move ... I must make my lips move ... oh god ... I must move my lips ... I must move ... oh god yes ... I must move..."
Her hips lifted off the bed, and Sam groaned in delight as he let his tongue dip into her flowing well of pleasure. The feel of Sam's burning lance, delving further and further between her tender, tingling folds, sent a shiver of pleasure through Linda. She moaned and began to rotate her sleek hips slowly, enjoying the feel of the tip of his tongue as it moved tantalizingly, probing parts of her hungry cunt that had never felt a tongue before.
Sam was no stranger to this way of pleasing a woman. He knew his job well and took pride in it. The musky smell of Linda's squirmy slit, and the lush, rich flow that now poured forth for his hungry mouth told him he was giving her pleasure. The knowledge of her wet desire spurred him on. His tempo never increased. He maintained the definite, well-aimed jabs of his burning tongue. He ran it slowly over the puffy pussy lips of one side, then up the other. When he reached the top, he paused to lick greedily at Linda's pulsing clitoris.
The feel of it drove Linda mad with delight. Little moans of need filled the room, and she began to murmur encouragement to him. The sound of it shocked her, as she felt her pussy become more and more demanding.
Sam applied himself to the job with a devotion that both frightened and pleased Linda beyond all expectation. Her body refused to listen to the small voice that demanded she stop the act, and she gave up the inner battle once she realized that she didn't have a chance of overcoming the animal lust that filled her.
Sam could taste victory. He began to rhythmically thrust his tongue back and forth between her swollen cunt lips, letting it delve as deeply as he could into the over-flowing channel of pleasure. Linda whimpered with delight. She began to answer his laving tongue with rotating motions of her hips. She heard Sam's groan of pleasure as her tempo increased. She let out a cry of delight, as she felt his teeth search for and find her stiff clitoris.
Sam trapped the bud between his teeth lightly. He let them sink into the tender clitoris as he began to bob his head, stripping her stiff, pulsing clit as she rotated below him. Linda had never felt anything so overpowering. She shuddered slightly as she felt the wave of blissful pleasure build quickly to the bursting point. When it came, she let out a deep animal groan and jackknifed her hips up off the bed. Sam felt the first tremor shoot through her, and he let his teeth take a good hold of her, as she ground through an ecstatic series of quivering explosions.
Linda dropped back to the bed in exhaustion. Her big breasts heaved from the pleasure that Sam had given her. For a few minutes, she was oblivious to what was going on around her. She was bathed in the glorious afterglow of the sensation of her release. As she opened her eyes, she gasped.
Sam was standing at the end of the bed and was in the process of stripping off his last piece of clothing. When he stood up and tossed his underwear onto the floor, his gigantic cock sprung out at a menacing angle. It swayed back and forth in front of Linda's unbelieving eyes. She lay staring at the huge organ, mesmerized by its size. Sam's eyes lit up with pride as he met her gaze.
In the back of her mind Linda knew what was coming. She knew that she should speak and tell him not to do it. But as she stared at the magnificent cock before her, she couldn't find the words. Her eyes were glued to it, staring at the thick shaft and huge, purple head that had been exposed by the stretched foreskin. It glistened in the early morning sunlight. She watched a pearly drop of fluid appear at the slit in the tip. She watched in fascination as the heart-shaped knob quivered and throbbed excitedly in front of her. She heard Sam let out a low moan of desire as he stepped toward the bed and crawled up between her widely spread legs.
She was about to speak but instead of words, a moan slipped out from between her passion-clenched teeth. She closed her eyes as she felt Sam's breath on her left breast. She moaned softly as his lips closed around her stiff nipple. The feel of him slowly brushing his lips back and forth on the spongy bud, letting his teeth rake lightly over the tip, left Linda breathless. She arched her back, offering more of her burning flesh to his mouth.
Sam sucked eagerly on the willing nipple, arousing it and teasing it. He lifted his head and moved to its mate, giving it the same treatment, and at the same time working the first nipple back and forth between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. As the second bud grew in his mouth, he moved up on the bed. Linda could feel his huge, pulsing cock sliding slowly over her open, flowing cunt. She let out a groan of delight as Sam's thick knob ground over her stiff clitoris. She raised her hips to press the little knob against Sam's burning tool.
The battle in her mind was renewed, as she realized that Sam was literally only inches away from driving his massive black cock into her. She willed every ounce of power that she could muster, to force herself to drop her hips away from the wonderful pressure of his organ against her throbbing clitoris and open, swollen cunt lips. Her body wouldn't pay any heed to her instructions. Her body rebelled by letting the warm juices come oozing out of her vagina. She began to panic as she realized that she was urging him on by cooperating. She wished that she could get her hands free to resist him. Thoughts ran crazily through her mind.
"Oh my god ... he's going to stick that huge black cock into me ... it'll rip me apart ... I can stop him; all I have to do is say no ... I can stop him ... oh god that feels good ... so good ... I can ... oh ... oh..."
Sam moved his hand from her stiff nipple down over Linda's firm belly and silky hips. He traced tantalizing little circles. He encircled his huge dick and guided the thick head between Linda's eagerly parting cunt lips.
He sensed her apprehension and knew that she had good reason to be afraid of what he had to offer her. He called on all the control that he had learned in his days as a professional lover, forcing himself to disregard his passionate hunger for the moment. Instead of giving into the animal urge that filled him and drove him viciously into the hot moist flesh below, he used his hand to rub the throbbing head of his cock slowly up and down the length of Linda's slit. The knob glistened with Linda's sticky lubricant.
Linda almost blacked out with the feeling that the slowly moving knob gave her. She managed to stifle a cry of delight as the pulsing, heart-shaped black penis probed and brushed intimately against her stiff clitoris. Sam moved the huge organ back down. She gave into the overpowering urge that filled her and lifted her hips. Almost immediately she regretted the foolhardy action. She let out a cry of pain as the massive knob dug into her flesh, stretching the wet pink pussy lips unmercifully.
"Oh god ... you can't do it ... it'll never go in..."
She remembered the many times that she had wished for the feel of a man's cock inside of her, instead of her finger ... the times she had been forced to satisfy the budding desire of her body alone ... the times she had tried to picture a virile staff moving toward her, slipping between her engorged lips ... but this was more than she had ever dared imagine. It was twice the size of Ray's organ. The pain that she had received from him, had been enough to bring her close to unconsciousness the first time. She was afraid to contemplate what was about to happen.
Sam was as gentle as a man of his proportions could be with her. He moved slowly and patiently, gaining an inch at a time with each stroke. Linda's pain and pleasure doubled with each inch of his thrust. How many more thrusts before it's all the way in ... ten more, she thought. It was as though she was slowly being ripped apart, and yet the feel of the huge, pulsing cock, filling her pussy, was more than she had ever dreamed.
She felt Sam's balls spank against her ass-hole on the seventh stroke. She let out a cry of relief and relaxed slightly, but to her surprise Sam's penis came forward again. She let out a cry of pain as the huge prick began to stretch her twat, fighting for still more room. She clenched her fists and moaned.
"Oh my god ... oh ... oh..."
Three more times Sam thrust for more flesh space for his huge black cock. Linda felt as though she would die from the pressure that the pulsing organ placed on her tender inner flesh. She knew that she could take no more, and yet he bore into her again. This time she was about to scream at him to stop when she felt the hot weight of his massive balls, once again, slam against her buttocks. The tingling sensation that shot through her stopped the cry in her throat.
Sam remained motionless. His thick cock fully embraced by her broiling cunt, letting her get the feel of him. He knew she would need a lot of lubricant to accommodate his huge prick. He could feel the oily secretion of her pussy flow. He could feel the cavern begin to milk his pulsating black cock. He began to thrust his dick. Linda shrieked with pleasure as his flaming knob began to fuck rhythmically in the depths of her cunt.
She wanted so much to divorce herself from what was happening, to stand outside and look in, sharing nothing with this man who was violating her body, but her body betrayed her again. She automatically tightened her own muscles, causing her tight cunt to constrict and grasp the firm shaft of Sam's huge organ lovingly.
It was all the big Negro needed to put him into action. He withdrew his stiff tool in one motion until only the glans remained inside the delicate lining. Slowly he let it slide back into the molten depths of her flowing chasm. The pain was considerably less on this stroke, and Linda found herself almost wanting it to continue. Her body began to move without her willing it to. The suction of Sam's hungry mouth on her breast, coupled with the feel of his hairy sac slapping against her buttocks, swiftly completed the transition from pain to pleasure.
Her hips raised from the sheet. She began to move them in slow circles, wanting to feel the huge, throbbing knob of his tool everywhere at once, pressing, probing, tormenting her hot vaginal flesh blissfully. Sam began to pump into her now, drawing the well-lubricated shaft almost free of her flowing box and then driving it back in again, letting it sink to the hilt.
As the pleasure built in Linda, she found her mind going back to the wonderful feeling she had experienced when Ray's organ had released in her. She remembered how it had doubled her own spasm of delight. She began to wish for Sam's spurting warmth as she neared her climax.
She became so obsessed with the thought that when she felt the end approaching, she couldn't hold back the words.
"Now ... god, do it now; make it come into me now..."
She needn't have said anything. Sam was a professional, and he had gauged his own excitement to meet hers from the second the act had started. He felt the blissful warmth that accompanied the approach of his release. He let his fingers sink into the flesh of her buttocks. The feel of it was enough to push Linda over the top, and the second she let out her moan of pleasure, Sam opened the floodgates.
Linda's mouth dropped open and her hips shot upward as the big Negro groaned. She felt the spurting, pumping gushes of molten love-juice slice into the tender, tingling walls of her convulsing cunt. Linda hovered on the line between consciousness and oblivion for what seemed like hours, her body bathed in a ring of flaming, ecstatic pleasure as she ground through a sensuous series of electric-like jolts.
When she opened her eyes, Sam was pulling his cock free of her glistening lips. As the dark purple knob slipped free, it trailed a string of creamy fluid which slowly formed into a shimmering pool on the sheets. Sam's satisfied organ dropped forward and rested against the sheet between her legs. Even now, as she stared at it, she found it difficult to believe that she had managed to take it into her body. She gazed at the huge tool for a few seconds in amazement and awe. She raised her eyes to meet Sam's.
The big Negro smiled at her and backed off the bed. Linda tried to keep her eyes on his, but she couldn't resist looking down at the big cock as it swung gently from side to side. It slowly shrunk, and Linda watched in fascination as the foreskin slipped forward slightly, claiming a small portion of the massive glistening purple knob. When she looked back up at him again, his smile broadened.
"I brought you pleasure ... you will want me again."
He said it so matter-of-factly ... he was so sure of himself. It made Linda realize how much she had wanted him to fuck her. She blushed and thought how she hated herself for letting it happen. She closed her eyes, refusing to look at the magnificent specimen of maleness in front of her.
"Oh my god. . . what have I done?"
She felt the pressure of a hand on her wrist. She opened her eyes to find him loosening the rope on her left hand. His eyes met hers as he freed the hand. Without speaking, Linda could feel Sam's gentle hands remove the bindings.
Sam stared down at her, confident in himself. He moved around to the other side of the bed and untied her other hand. He moved down to the end of the bed and began to work on the ropes at her ankles.
"I'm letting you free so you can wash yourself. I know it is not pleasant to have to he there like that with your body filled with the juices of our love-making."
Linda welcomed the chance to be free, regardless of the reason. She rubbed her wrists painfully and was grateful to find the blood begin to circulate more freely. Sam gave her a smile of reassurance and held out the damp towel he'd just wrung out in the sink.
Linda took it in her hand and blushed slightly. It seemed ridiculous even to her that she should be embarrassed to wash herself in front of this man when he had just been as intimate with her as a man could be. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to wash the dripping lips beneath her now-matted cunt in front of him.
Sam sensed that she was uncomfortable. He turned and went to the bottom of the bed, busying himself with getting back into his clothes, as Linda gently sponged off the tender lips of her cunt.
Several times she caught Sam's eyes on her as she cleansed herself. She sensed the difference that flooded in her mind. She realized that the big Negro had taken her in a different manner than the others had, that he had been gentle where he could have been rough. Although that didn't excuse what he had done, nor her allowing it to happen, it did mean that she might have some kind of a chance to make use of him.
She knew that she and Ted would have to have all the help they could get to escape the fix they were in. She wasn't kidding herself any longer. They would be lucky to get out of this alive. She decided that she had to give anything a try. Perhaps, if she played her cards right with the big Negro, he would be of use to her and Ted later on.
She finished dabbing at her swollen lips. She walked over to the sink and rinsed out the towel. Sam crossed over to where she was standing and took the towel from her hands. Linda watched in fascination as the big Negro meticulously cleaned his cock, pulling back the foreskin and wiping clean the massive knob. When he had rinsed out the towel again and hung it up, Linda looked over at him.
"This wasn't your idea, was it?"
The big man stared at her for a second. Then he shrugged his shoulders.
"No ... I just happened to be in the right spot at the right time. Len asked me if I wanted to go along, and I figured there wasn't much to lose."
Linda nodded slowly.
"That's not quite what I meant. You don't like what they're doing to me, do you?"
Again the big Negro paused ... a little longer this time.
"No, I guess I don't, but then, I've never been very good at thinking things out. Len's a bright boy, if he says we've got to do it this way, he knows best."
Linda knew better than to press for too much all at once. She stared at him for a second, and then smiled.
"Are you sure?"
It was obvious that her question had made the Negro uncomfortable, and she regretted asking it. She could feel his attitude toward her change immediately. He nodded his head toward the bed.
"Get back up there. They could be back any time."
Linda obeyed without argument. She sensed that she had pushed things too far the first time, and she cautioned herself not to let it happen again. Rushing him could ruin her chances to bring him around to her way of thinking. It was stupid to worry about time when she had already given so much of herself to these men.
CHAPTER FIVE
A shaft of afternoon sunlight burst forth into the cabin as Len pushed the door open. The beam of warmth cut across Linda's spread-eagled body. She stirred, as she came out of the deep sleep induced by the rigors of Sam's sensual attack earlier in the day.
It was a few seconds before she was fully aware of her surroundings. She caught the last of what Len was saying to Sam.
". . . take her inside with the screw for the time being. We'll get a little shuteye before we take any pictures."
Linda opened her eyes. She saw Sam's big frame move up to the side of the bed. The sight of him looking down at her caused her to remember what had happened earlier. She closed her eyes and turned her head on the pillow, as the big Negro untied the ropes that held her to the bed.
Linda let out a sigh of relief, as she felt the pressure coming off her legs and ankles. She swung her legs over to the side of the bed and sat up, rubbing her aching wrists. Sam stepped toward her, obviously intending to help her because of the numbness of her joints; but Linda stopped him with a cold look. Without words, she made it quite clear to him that she wanted nothing from him.
A smile formed on Sam's face, and Linda realized that he was mocking her. The knowledge made her so mad that she ignored the pain coursing through her body and forced herself to stand up. She kept any sign of pain from her face, pausing long enough to feel some of the circulation come back into her feet. She walked across to the door leading to the smaller room and waited for Sam to open it for her.
She could feel the hungry eyes of the others on her as she moved. She ignored them until the door was locked behind her.
The front that she had put on, collapsed the moment that she realized they could no longer see her. She let out a low sigh and fell back against the door, lowering her head and closing her eyes.
Ted crossed over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. She raised her head and looked at him, thanking him for the strength that he exuded. Ted gently brushed away a strand of her blonde hair that had fallen over her forehead.
"Are you okay?"
Linda nodded weakly and leaned her head back against the doorway. "I wish I knew."
Ted looked into her upturned eyes, trying to understand what she was trying to say. "Why do you say that?"
As Linda looked into his eyes, she could feel the genuine worry and affection Ted felt for her. Having him near her, made the whole thing almost bearable. She raised her hands and put them on his shoulders. She gave way to the anxiety that had built deep inside and nestled her head against the matt of hair on his chest. She let the tears come, as he lifted her gently and carried her over to the other side of the room.
He laid her on the mattress against the wall and stared down at her, feeling more helpless than he could ever remember.
"Oh Linda ... Linda, you poor kid..."
The sound of his words added to the confusion in Linda's mind. If only she were a kid, and didn't have the urges that filled her body with desire. Then there would be no problem about enjoying what these men had done to her. If only she could understand what came over her, once they began licking at her hot cunt, stroking her feverish breasts.
She opened her eyes and looked up at Ted. How she wanted to tell him what was really bothering her. How she longed to ask for his understanding and help, but she knew he would be utterly shocked if she told him. She was turning into some kind of an animal. It was hard enough to live with the realization herself, let alone share it with someone as close to her as Ted.
She closed her eyes in shame and let the tears flow from her eyes. Where would it end ... would Sam's words come true? Would she actually want him to do these things to her again"? The thought brought on a nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"I can't take any more ... I just can't. I'd rather they killed me and got it over with."
Ted grasped her shoulders and shook her gently.
"Think, Linda, think! You don't want to die any more than I do. I know this may sound like the end of the world to you now, but if everything goes all right, we'll be free of these maniacs in a couple of days. Then you can start to forget."
Linda forced herself to stop crying. She took a couple of deep breaths and sat up.
"I'll never be able to face anybody after this-after the things I've done."
Ted shook his head.
"They forced you to do it. Nobody will hold that against you. You've got to get hold of yourself. We can't fight them, so our only chance lies in going along with what they want until we can make our break."
Linda nodded slowly. She knew he was right; there wasn't any choice. As Ted looked down at her, his heart went out to her. She was so young, so innocent to be subjected to the debasements that the convicts were capable of dreaming up for her. He knew deep down that the worst was yet to come, but he couldn't tell her. It was hard enough for her to keep going as it was.
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The sound of the opening door brought Linda out of the deep sleep she was in. She opened her eyes to see Len emerge from the sunlit room. The convict had been studying her lush body hungrily with his eyes. Linda's flesh began to crawl with disgust.
Len sensed her hate for him, and he grinned and stepped toward her. Linda shrunk back from him, but as her buttocks came in contact with the hot flesh of Ted's thigh, she froze. Len grasped her painfully by her wrists and pulled her to her feet.
"C'mon, baby ... we're going to take some pictures of that beautiful body of yours in action."
Ted had been roused by the sound of Len's voice. He saw Len manhandling Linda and he started to his feet. Before he could get to his knees, a well-aimed kick from the burly convict caught him on the jaw. He dropped back to the mattress spitting blood. Linda screamed and writhed in the clutches of Len. She tried to help Ted. Before she could touch him, Len pulled her back to her feet and slapped her across her breasts with his open hand.
Pain ripped through Linda's body and she raised her hand to cover her throbbing nipples. Len looked coldly from Linda's shocked face to Ted, who was now pulling himself upright slowly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his arm. He waited until Ted was on his feet; then he spoke.
"We might as well get one thing straight right now. Any time one of you gets out of line, you're both going to pay for it. Understand?"
Ted looked from the convict's sneer to Linda, and a silent communication passed between them. He knew he had been a fool to try to help her; all he had accomplished was getting her slapped. He turned his eyes back to Len and nodded his understanding. The convict grinned and stepped aside, motioning them toward the open door.
"Now that we understand each other; let's step out into the studio..."
They moved into the other room. Linda came near to bursting into tears as she surveyed it. She had half hoped that they would change their minds about photographing her in the nude and showing the pictures to her father, but it was obvious that they had set things up for exactly that purpose.
The big double bed she had been spread-eagled on the day before had been moved across the cabin to a position below the windows. The purpose for the move was obvious to Linda, as she saw the bright sunlight playing through the dusty windows and covering the big bed.
Looking at the bed brought back the memory of what had taken place between her and the big Negro the day before. Linda turned her face away from it, hoping to remove the picture that had formed in her mind.
She found herself facing Ray. When she saw the smile on his face and the camera nestled in his hands, poised and ready for action, she felt a shudder of revulsion move through her. She turned toward Len as the panic built in her.
"Please don't take a picture of me like this ... let me write a letter to my father. I'm sure he'll do whatever you want without this..."
The small convict's grin widened, as he obviously drew enjoyment from seeing Linda suffer. He let his eyes run over her nude body slowly and moved his hand to the growing bulge in the front of his tight pants.
"Maybe you're right, baby ... but just think of all the fun we're going to have taking these pictures..."
Linda realized that there was no use appealing any further to Len. She looked over to Ted, hoping to find reassurance, but when he avoided her eyes, she knew there was no hope.
Linda turned her eyes back toward Len. She felt the nausea building in the pit of her stomach as she watched the convict rubbing the bulge in his pants and staring at her revealed body. Len moaned softly as he caressed his hard cock. He turned to Sam and gave the big Negro the gun that he had been holding in his other hand. Sam took the weapon from his outstretched hand somewhat reluctantly and stepped back against the wall where he could keep his eyes on both Linda and Ted. Len turned his eyes back to Linda, as he stripped away his clothing, revealing his stiff tool with its throbbing knob. He nodded toward the bed.
"Okay, honey, climb up there and get ready for some real loving."
Linda stared at the bed, knowing what would happen when she climbed up onto the sperm-stained sheet. A ringing slap filled the room, and she cried out in pain as she reached for her stinging buttock. She turned on Len, hate filling her eyes as she gathered strength to attack him. The convict grinned sadistically.
"Before you do anything rash, baby, remember what I said in the other room. You're not the only one who's going to suffer; the screw gets it too."
Linda glanced over at Ted helplessly. She turned her head back to the bed and moved toward it. Len watched as she stretched her deeply tanned body on the white sheet. He stroked his stiff cock with his right hand and turned toward Ray.
"Wait until I'm blowing my load in her before you snap it. We got all day to take pictures. Let's make them all good."
Ray nodded and stepped forward slightly, getting himself in position to observe everything that went on. As his eyes moved over Linda's lush form, he groaned and pulled down the zipper of his pants. He fished around and pulled out his stiff, pulsing organ. He turned toward Len, who was just about to climb up onto the bed with Linda.
"Christ, make it fast, will you? Just looking at her is giving me lover's nuts."
Len grinned.
"Don't worry; you'll get your chance soon enough."
Linda closed her eyes, as she felt the springs of the bed creak. She had drawn herself up into a ball and moved as close to the wall as possible, giving the camera the view of her back and buttocks only. Len moved up behind her, and she felt the flesh of her buttocks tingle for an instant as his stiff cock brushed against it. She tried to force her mind to go blank, to separate herself from what was about to happen. She refused to open her eyes, as Len slipped his hands around her and pulled her roughly over onto her back. The convict stared down at her for a second, letting his eyes appreciate her full, high breasts and the glistening blonde curls that covered her slightly open cunt lips.
Lust built in him, and his stiff cock surged and quivered between his thighs. He reached for Linda's ankles and pulled them apart.
Linda had been holding her thighs close together, covering her pussy from the prying eye of the camera. She felt the tender flesh tingling as the air was allowed to caress her spread lips. Without opening her eyes, she knew the convict was staring at her open vagina. She struggled to stop her body from reacting to the sensual aura that swept over her.
Len kneeled between her open legs and moved his hands up to her belly. Linda felt her body tense up, as she felt his hands touch her flesh.
Len captured a vibrant breast in each hand. He began to circle slowly over them. She felt her nipples stiffening and digging into the hot flesh of his palms. The warm sensation that generated in her swollen nipples confused her. She wanted nothing more than to have this animal leave her alone. Yet, as his forefingers and thumbs searched out and captured her hard nipples, she found her back arching upward and offering the tender morsels to his touch.
Len kneaded the full mounds passionately, and Linda felt herself succumbing to the burning flames licking at her loins. Her body began to move of its own accord. Len replaced his right hand with his mouth and sucked her stiff nipple into it. She let out a moan of pleasure and lifted her hips off the bed. She felt the molten pressure of the knob of Len's stiff, throbbing organ against the outer lips of her cunt, and her body shuddered with delight.
She forced the wonderful sensation to the back of her mind and pulled her cunt away from the blissful pleasure.
"Oh god ... no..."
What was she doing? How could she let him do this with Ted standing there ... when her father would see the pictures ... she was actually enjoying what he was doing to her. . .
She reached for Len's head and pulled the pleasure-giving mouth away from her blossoming nipple.
"No ... no..."
Len could sense that there wasn't much fight left in the twisting blonde, and he pushed his head back to the eager nipple. Linda tried to push his head away again, but a new surge of need pulsed through her, as she felt Len's tongue begin to caress and lick at the stiff bud again. Her pressure on his head lessened. She struggled to suppress a moan of delight as the head cradled in her hands began to move. She could feel the tip of his hot, moist tongue moving down over her belly.
"Oh my god ... it's setting me on fire ... he's going down over my tummy, down ... oh god, he's going to lick my cunt again ... oh god ... he's almost there ... ohh..."
Len's tongue paused at the juncture of her twat lips. It delved through the soft forest of blonde hair and then dipped to find the stiff bud of Linda's throbbing clitoris. He licked at it a couple of times and felt Linda's hands increase their pressure. She wasn't trying to push him away; she was pulling him closer. Groans of wild desire sifted through her clenched teeth, as he let his tongue wander slowly and tantalizingly down one of her swollen cunt lips and up the other, licking at the hot, darkened flesh and lapping up the flow of sweet juices that were now pouring forth.
Linda's head flopped from side to side on the pillow, as she felt the pleasure building in her ripe body. Len sensed that she was nearing the point of release. He began to turn his body on the bed, his lips never leaving her brimming fountain and the flowing moisture of her need.
Linda could feel him moving on the bed. She opened her eyes to see what was happening. She found herself staring at his throbbing cock, as he settled into a "69" position.
Linda knew what he wanted and what was expected of her. She knew that they could and would force her to commit fellatio, the very thought made her sick. Any second she expected to hear the command telling her to accept the big throbbing cock into her mouth, and she was a little surprised when it didn't come. She didn't have much time to try to understand why it didn't come, because suddenly she was aware that the pleasure-giving tongue below had ceased its motions on her stiff clitoris.
It had been so good, and now it had stopped. What was he doing ... why didn't he keep going? Oh god, she had been so close, and now ...
Len lowered his head and let his tongue touch lightly on the swollen bud of Linda's most sensitive spot. The tremor that moved through her body brought a little moan from her. Len lowered his hips slightly, bringing his cock a little closer to her face. Again and again, he lapped lightly at the swollen rod, and then left it. Linda was going crazy with desire. Each little touch of his moist, hot tongue sent shivers of delight through her. She was poised so close to the crest.
She arched her h;ps upward and felt his tongue again. As it pressed against the top of her clitoris, she felt the pressure of his pulsing cock on her lips.
She opened her passion-clouded eyes, and the sight of the massive, pulsing organ was too much for her. She had to have it in her; nothing else mattered now. Her lips parted, and Len let out a groan of pleasure as he shoved his hot cock between them, his senses reeling under the pleasure brought by her hot, moist mouth.
Linda groaned with delight as the thick, purplish knob slipped into her mouth. The feel of it, quivering hotly within her grasp, brought a shudder of ecstasy to her body. She reached upward to hold the hairy sac in her fingers, as Len drove his prick further into her mouth. Linda felt it going deeper into her throat. She started to choke on it. She encircled his shaft at its base to stop it from entering her further. The feel of his heavy balls in one hand and the pulsing warmth of his organ encircled by the other hand, together with the living, moving, thickness of the massive knob and the tongue that worked loving on her cunt, dipping, thrusting into her very being, was too much for her.
Her body lashed upward on the bed, and shudder after shudder ripped through her, as she soared into the heights of animal pleasure. Again and again, she erupted. As she was beginning to drift downward, she became aware of the increased movement of Len's tool in her mouth. She felt his balls move, and the thick head of his cock jerked deeply within her mouth. The realization of what was going to happen hit her.
Oh my god, he's going to cum in my mouth ... he's going to fill me with...
The throbbing organ exploded. She felt the gushing gobs of hot sperm spurt forth into her. She swallowed and swallowed, and was only slightly aware of the sound of the clicking camera in Ray's hands.
Len pulled his tongue free from her burning cunt and let his cock slip free from the warmth of her mouth. As it plopped out, a trail of glistening semen followed. Linda's nostrils were filled with the pungent odor of the convict's ejaculation. It brought her out of the blissful afterglow. She opened her eyes in time to see Ray divesting himself of his shorts, allowing his hard cock to surge upward. Linda summoned her strength and sat upright, pulling her thighs together.
"No, please . . ,-" she said huskily, as strands of sperm glistened and dribbled from her teeth.
After watching Len get his pleasure, Ray was in no mood to be denied. He ignored Linda's plea and roughly pulled her legs apart. Before Linda could speak, she watched the glistening vermilion knob of his cock aiming for her open, unprotected cunt. She tensed up, as she felt the hot cock begin its long journey into her.
There was little pain due to the ample lubrication provided by her own juices and the saliva of Len's eager mouth. Instead, she felt only revulsion, as she collapsed back down onto the bed in shock.
Merciful unconsciousness came to her and her mind went blank for a few seconds. Her blacking out prevented her from throwing up the slimy load of cum which stuck in her throat. She felt her body succumbing to sexual awareness again, ignoring her pleading mind, and reacting to the feel of Ray's lips as they moved over her breasts, reacting to the long, slow thrusts of his huge cock within the tight confines of her pussy sheath. She felt the big knob sink fully into her, bringing his hot balls against the damp flesh of her buttocks. She couldn't hold back the sigh of pleasure that slipped from between her clenched teeth.
Ray began to move from side to side slightly, letting the thick, pulsing head of his organ touch every inch of her tight cunt. Linda felt a new surge of pleasure each time the slippery organ lashed into her depths. Her body began to move of its own accord, taking up the rotating motion and letting Ray concentrate on the long, pleasure-giving strokes of his cock.
A new and different sensation gripped Linda, one she had never dreamed possible. Len had brought her to a climax with his mouth, and she had never really come down from the ecstatic bliss that she had received from fellating him. By not letting her fully recover from the first assault, Ray was lifting her even higher up the ladder to sensual delight. Gone were any thoughts of right or wrong. Linda could only think of one thing now-this new and wonderful sensation, and what it must lead to.
If she could feel this good already, how would she feel when he released his burning seed into her.
Oh god ... its going to kill me...
Ray was completely lost in the pleasure that she was giving him. The evening before he had received only token cooperation from her, but now, as his cock surged deeply within her stretched, burning chasm, he could feel her nibbling at the tip of his prick, and the pleasure sent his blood boiling through his veins.
His hands slipped under her slightly raised hips. He cradled the firm mounds of her buttocks, welcoming the feel of the resilient flesh and showing Linda the rhythm he wanted from her by pressing upward on her cheeks as he drove his throbbing tool further and further into her.
Linda let out a cry of blissful pleasure. Her legs shot upward, wrapping around Ray's back. She pulled him in tight to her. She felt the pressure of his lips against her. She opened her mouth and eagerly welcomed the surging length of his tongue.
She met it with her own, and the feel of it added to the fire already threatening to consume her.
Linda had never dreamed of pleasure this intense. It filled her with a oneness, separating her and the man, giving her pleasure from the rest of the world. Her mind snapped, as she felt the first series of ecstatic shudders rip through her, and then the pleasure doubled as she felt Ray's pistoning cock jerk and deliver its gushing load of creamy warmth to the very depths of her being.
When Linda came back to earth and opened her eyes, she was alone on the bed. Len and Ray were bent over the table on the other side of the room, looking at the pictures on the table. The smell of the chemical that they had used to put the finishing on the pictures, coupled with the strong odor of musky sweetness that attested to the lovemaking that had taken place, made Linda moan and close her eyes.
The sound of Len's mocking laughter added to the sense of revulsion filling Linda. She dragged herself off the bed and over to the sink. When she had finished spewing her vomit into the dirty sink, she turned and found Len staring at her, a broad smile on his face.
"Oh baby, you've just got to see these. They're better than I'd hoped for; you're loving every minute of it."
Before Linda could avert her eyes, she found herself staring at the pictures. Both showed her face clearly, and there was no denying the sensual pleasure that filled her features. The sight of the pictures brought back her feelings of shame and revulsion, and she turned back to the sink, heaving nothing but dry air.
When she lifted her head, Sam was at her side. He held out a damp cloth to her. She took it and wiped her mouth. The big Negro turned on the water and washed the remains of her sickened stomach down the drain.
Linda felt a little of her strength returning, as she ran the damp cloth over her face. The coolness felt good, and at least it was over. She had no more than finished forming the thought in her mind when Len spoke.
"Back on the bed, baby; we've got six more shots on this film, and it's only the first of three."
Linda turned to face him, her eyes filled with fiery hate.
"You've got all the dirty pictures you're going to get, you bastard!"
The convict's mouth fell open, and for a second he stood frozen to the spot. As Linda glared at him, she immediately regretted her rash action. The sadistic convict was stunned, but it didn't take him long to regain control of the situation.
He reached for his rumpled pants on the floor and pulled the belt free of the loops; then he turned to face Linda. A cruel grin formed on his face as he lifted his arm menacingly.
"You've got a big mouth, baby..."
His arm was in mid-swing when Ted's body flashed across the room. The move had been so fast that the other convicts had been unprepared for it. Ted had Len by the neck before either of them could move. A look of surprise formed on Len's face as Ted increased the pressure of his hold. Len dropped to the floor. Sam's big hand caught the back of Ted's neck in a powerful rabbit punch that dropped the muscular youth to the floor.
It took Len a full five minutes to get his breath back and stand up. His face changed from a sickening white to a deep red. He moved toward Ted's lifeless form and raised the belt. Again and again, it cut through the air until the flesh of Ted's back was crisscrossed with strips of bleeding flesh. Finally, Sam stepped forward and restrained Len's hand.
"Stop it, or you'll kill him."
Len lowered his arms, and Sam released him. The small convict shook with anger as he stared down at Ted's bleeding back. He dropped the belt and crossed over to the table. He uncorked a partially empty bottle of whiskey and lifted it to his lips. He drank deeply from it, and then set it back on the table. He turned toward Sam.
"Get them out of my sight for awhile, or I'll kill both of them."
The big Negro nodded, bent down and lifted Ted effortlessly to his feet. A groan left Ted's lips as he came to, and Linda moved over to help Sam hold him.
The Negro looked back over at Len.
"I'll take them down to the lake and see what I can do for the screw's back."
Len reached for the bottle again.
"Go ahead; just make sure that they're back here in an hour. We've got more pictures to take."
CHAPTER SIX
Linda stood with her feet in the water, watching Sam splash Ted's lacerated back. She knew that it had been her fault that Ted had received the beating. He had taken it for her. She also knew that it should be her, not Sam, that was doing his best to alleviate the pain; but she couldn't force herself to get close to Ted.
He had been in the room ... he had seen her responding to those animals, enjoying their barbaric lovemaking.
Sam moved closer to Ted as he finished wiping the blood away. He stood up and waited for Ted to turn around, before he spoke.
"You'll be okay; they aren't deep."
Ted was looking past Sam, directly into Linda's eyes. She could see more than pain in his eyes. They were rilled with surprise, hurt, shame ... Linda lifted her hands to her face, covering her eyes. She knew he had good reason to feel as he did.
She turned and moved slowly out into the water. She dropped into the refreshing coolness and began to rub at herself everywhere, trying to wash away some of the dirt that was real-and some of the dirt that was in her mind.
* * *
The hour went quickly, and Linda found herself standing by the semen-stained bed once again. She had been given time to think things out for herself, time to gain strength from the sunlight and fresh air.
She would succumb to their demands without argument, because she had caused Ted enough pain without subjecting him to more. But she wouldn't give these creatures the kind of photographs they wanted. All their pictures would show would be a woman being raped. They would not make her body betray her again.
Len pushed her onto the bed, positioning her in such a way that her back was once again toward the camera held in Len's hands. She couldn't see them, but she could hear them talking. Len spoke first.
"Your turn, Sam. Stick that big black cock of yours into her. I want to get a shot of her face as she feels you ripping her apart."
There was dead silence in the room, and Linda began to wonder what was happening behind her. She finally gave into her curiosity and turned around.
Sam was standing on the other side of the room, his big brown eyes moving over her lush form. Len was staring at the big man, waiting for him to move. He repeated the command.
"What are you waiting for, Sam? You know what to do."
Linda could see the conflict in the big Negro's eyes. She remembered his statement of the day before about never forcing a woman, and she could see that he did not want to force his will upon her now. She hoped that he would have the strength to rebel against the hold that Len had over him. But as she watched his expression, she could see that he was weakening.
His eyes had changed as he stared at her. They began to take on the glazed look she had seen in them the day before when he had fucked her. Linda felt panic gripping her, as she realized that he was going to do as he was told. Her eyes moved downward from his face to the outline of his hard pulsing cock under the tight slacks hugging his slim hips.
He began to move toward her. Linda began pleading with him, using her eyes to communicate with him. It became painfully obvious to her, as he moved to the edge of the bed, that he was past the point of reconsidering. He had already stripped off his tight T-shirt and, standing only inches away from her, he moved his hands to the front of his pants and opened the clasp.
Linda wanted to turn away from him, but she found herself mesmerized by the sight of the massive bulge in the front of his pants. Even the tight material, stretching across the huge organ, couldn't stop it from pulsing with its life-giving blood. The strength, the power of the stiff lance horrified and stimulated her at the same time. Her mouth fell open as the Negro shoved his pants down, pulling his shorts with them and then kicking them aside.
Linda's eyes grew to the size of saucers as the huge black cock surged free from the restricting slacks and snapped upward. It swayed powerfully in front of her, the huge, purple knob throbbing and seemingly staring at her with its one eye. She found it impossible to believe that she had actually been able to accept it into her body the day before. The sight of it was overpowering, and she let out a groan of fear at what was to come, as she rolled over onto her back.
Sam moved up onto the bed beside her. Linda had her eyes closed, and she let out a small cry of submission, as she felt one of his big hands close gently over her right breast. She forced her body to go rigid, rejecting the soft pressure of his warm fingers. Her reaction didn't seem to register on the big Negro, because the hand began to move, circling slowly, kneading the firm flesh of her breast. Her nipple began to betray her show of frigidity.
She could feel the soft bud begin to fill with blood. At first, it pushed very lightly against Sam's moving palm, and then, as it blossomed into its erect state, she felt it probing further into the soft warmth. Linda felt the now-familiar sensation of desire, building in between her tightly clenched thighs, and it took all the strength she could muster to stop herself from arching her back and increasing the pressure of the hand on her breast.
If only he would hurt me ... why does he have to be so gentle...
She felt the warmth of his breath against the left side of her body, and then his lips gently encircled her other nipple. The feel of it sent an electric-like shock through her. Despite her own morals, she arched her back upward, shoving the lax bud further into his mouth. Before she could gain control of herself and drop back to the bed, it was too late. The nipple in his mouth had swollen stiff and throbbed. He caressed it with his tongue. Linda forced herself to drop back to the bed. His mouth followed her. His tongue never missing a stroke over the tip of her pulsing bud.
The sensations pushed Linda closer and closer to the brink of losing her self-control. She fought it with a determination that she had never known that she possessed. She managed to win, to hold herself in check.
Sam lifted his mouth from her swollen bud and replaced it with his hand. He stroked her breasts. He bent his head, and Linda felt his breath on her cheek. She thought he was going to kiss her. She turned her head toward the wall in an attempt to ward him off. Sam didn't attempt to follow her sensuous mouth; instead he moved his lips to her ear.
"Listen to me ... I'm telling you this for your own good. You've got to relax. If you don't, this is going to hurt twice as much as what we did yesterday. Let yourself go ... try and enjoy what I do for you, or else I'm afraid I'll tear hell out of you."
Linda didn't know how to take his words. The first thing she sensed from them was that she had been successful in holding her wantonness in control. The realization gave her strength, and she felt her body becoming even more tense in his grasp. She could also tell from the sound of the big Negro's voice that he was really trying to help her. She knew that he didn't have to warn her. She was tempted to do as he asked.
But there was something in his words that caused her to wonder. What was it that he was going to do to her that would hurt twice as much as what he did yesterday?
Before she could spend time working it over in her mind, Sam went into action again. The big Negro knew Len well enough to realize that he could not delay his progress toward accomplishing the act much longer, and he wanted to make the best use of what time he had to do to lessen the pain for her.
His hands never left her straining nipples, as he bent his head and kissed her navel, letting his tongue snake out and probe lovingly into the sweet indentation. At the feel of the burning shaft, Linda fought to stifle a moan of desire. It took all her strength, but she maintained her control. Sam's lips began to move down over her belly, the experienced tongue pausing, circling, making her flesh tingle with anticipation. With each inch that Sam's head moved downward, Linda felt her control slipping further away. By the time Sam's tongue was moving across the first glistening blonde curls at the juncture of her hips, Linda was beginning to moan quietly. She concentrated what strength she had left to keep her thighs scissored together, hopefully barring him from using the tantalizing tongue on her rebellious clitoris that was stiff and throbbing with desire.
Sam made no attempt to force her thighs apart. Instead, he patiently concentrated his lapping tongue on the edges of her outer lips that he could reach. Her thighs began to spread apart of their own accord. Sam's tongue moved downward as they did. He was gently tonguing the entire outer surface of Linda's moist, ready lips. They grew under his manipulation, filling with molten blood. Linda let out a sigh of resignation as her thighs opened fully and her knees bent up slightly, exposing her open, flowing cunt to Sam's eager mouth.
His hot tongue licked to the very bottom juncture of her cunt lips, and then slipped between them. It flicked slowly, tantalizingly as it worked its way upward, lapping at the creamy flow, as it moved. Linda moaned and raised her firm buttocks up off the bed, welcoming the hungry snake-like flesh into her orifice. His tongue found her stiff bud and encircled it. She let out a cry of need that broke the silence in the cabin.
Sam let his lips slip around the throbbing clitoris. He sucked on it, bringing it even stiffer than it had been when he found it. He sucked, and his tongue worked over it, and then he moved downward and began to thrust into her in long, slow strokes, reaching further into the overflowing well.
The pleasure that built in her was indescribable. Her body took control of her emotions. It began to move, twisting and rotating beneath the experienced thrusts of Sam's tongue. Linda felt herself getting closer to her orgasm. As the climax was within her grasp, Sam removed his mouth from her tempting crotch, and she felt his hands reach for her hips. She groaned with need and tried to pull his head back between her legs. He flipped her over onto her stomach with one swift motion and shifted himself down on the bed, until he was kneeling between her spread thighs.
Linda moaned and rubbed her flowing pussy against the bed, trying to bring an end to the fiery desire that filled her. For a few seconds the big Negro watched her twisting and squirming below him. He moved his hand to the luscious mounds of her buttocks and began to caress and knead the white flesh gently. Linda's moans deepened, as she felt him stroking the firm flesh. Sam kept up his manipulation of the twisting buttocks below him. He let his right hand trail across her cheek and dipped his fingers into the valley between them.
He ran his fingertips slowly downward, caressing the tiny opening of her anus lightly before moving onward to reach the flowing lips of her open cunt.
Linda moaned with delight as first one, then two, and finally three of his big fingers slipped inside and began to probe deliriously. She twisted and rolled her body on the bed, making the best use of his hand. Suddenly, his fingers left her.
Sam spread the cheeks of her firm buttocks with his left hand and applied the creamy juices that he had robbed from her pussy, to the puckered opening of her ass. Linda twisted below him, oblivious to his actions, as she struggled to satisfy the frustrated desire of her body. The thick knob of his huge cock was pressing through her spread cheeks and throbbing hotly against the tight opening of her anus!
She tried to scream, but the pillow muffled her cry of horror. She found herself biting down on the material, as Sam thrust his hips forward slowly, but deliberately. Pain coursed through Linda's struggling form.
My god ... he's going to fuck me in the ass. Why is he doing it? I can't take him there. Oh, I wanted his big cock so badly in my burning cunt, but not this way ... god, he'll rip me in two...
She felt herself biting through the pillow as Sam's burning lance drove further into her virgin orifice. It felt like someone was driving a telephone pole into her, and it was still coming. Sam's hand dipped below again. She felt two fingers slip easily into the stretched, flowing lips of her cunt. Despite the pain that wracked her body, she felt herself responding to the fingering as Sam increased his tempo. It seemed as though the pain had reached its peak as Sam let out a groan of delight and drove his thick cock completely into her stretched ass.
The pain began to disappear, as Linda felt the strange stimulation of being filled at both ends at the same time. It was like having two pricks in her at the same instant. She began to feel the wonder of it, as Sam began to stroke his huge organ back and forth deeply within her bowels, his fingers working deeply within her cunt and his thumb rubbing at the stiff bud of her need.
She felt her release approaching. As it built to its peak, she could feel nothing but a burning pleasure below. Then it came. She arched herself upwards, drawing Sam's cock even further into her ass, until she could feel the slap of his balls in her crotch, as he pistoned back and forth into her. She let out a long, low moan of ecstatic pleasure, and her body shook uncontrollably as a series of sharp tremors ripped through her. She felt Sam's huge prick quiver; and then volley after volley of thick, creamy warmth spurted into her, gushing into her lower intestine and sending her through another series of convulsing pleasure.
Vaguely she realized that the pressure of her bowel movement forced a loud fart, as he slipped his huge cock and slippery fingers from her stretched openings. She felt his weight lifted from her, but it took her a long time to gather enough strength to roll over onto her back. When she opened her eyes, Len and Ray were at the table looking at photographs. She managed to catch the last of what they were saying.
". . . never seen anything like it. Christ, I couldn't stop myself from taking the rest of the film."
"Did you see the way she went for that big cock of Sam's jammed up her ass ... jesus, look at this one; she's shoving her ass right up to him..."
Linda closed her eyes and felt the shame move over her. God, not only had she been unable to appear frigid, she had gone the other way, welcoming the onslaught. She opened her eyes again, looked past Sam who was cleaning off his flaccid cock at the sink, and found Ted sitting on a chair to one side of the table. He avoided her eyes when they met his, letting his head drop; and Linda felt a shudder of horror move through her as the tears came. She heard nothing in the room for several minutes as her body released the tension that had built up. When she opened her eyes, Len was standing beside the bed looking down at her. His smile broadened as she looked up at him.
"Fabulous, baby ... you put on such a good performance that I'm going to let you have a rest before the second act. . . "
Linda tried to raise herself to a sitting position, but gave up.
"Please, you've got enough ... I can't go through any more of this..."
Len's cruel laughter filled the cabin.
"Who are you trying to kid, honey? You loved every inch that Sam shoved up that hot little ass of yours."
Linda closed her eyes and turned her head to the wall. Len turned around and faced Ted.
"Okay, screw, take her outside and let her go for a swim. That should get her back into shape."
He didn't wait for Ted to answer, as he turned to Ray.
"You go out and keep an eye on them. Sam and I will be out in a few minutes, and we'll take the other films outside. I'm looking forward to getting some good nature shots."
Ted bent down and scooped Linda up into his arms. He lifted her effortlessly, and moved toward the door quickly, anxious to get out of hearing distance of Len's sadistic laughter.
* * *
Linda looked up into Ted's eyes as he lowered her gently into the water. Ted managed a weak smile, as he brushed her hair aside and settled into the water next to her. Linda wanted so badly to talk to him, to explain the inner fight she was having; but she knew he wouldn't understand. There was no hate in his eyes, but neither was there the adoration she used to see there. Instead, there was a look of pity, and it hurt her more than the hate she expected to see.
It was obvious to her that he thought she was just as sick as the men who had violated her, some kind of love-starved nymphomaniac or pervert. God, how she wished that she could explain it to him! But that was out of the question; she couldn't even explain it to herself.
As she splashed the cool water over herself, she sensed that Ted's thoughts weren't on what he was doing. He had turned his gaze toward the shore to where Ray was lazily stretched out on a log, enjoying the hot rays of the afternoon sun.
Linda could see his mind working, and as he turned to her, she could see that his face was tense.
"Don't look so serious ... I don't want to draw Ray's attention."
Linda forced a smile onto her face, as she moved closer to him. Ted glanced in the direction of the sunbathing convict and then looked back at her.
"There's only about an hour and a half of sunlight left. If we could get away from them now, we might be able to hide until it gets dark. We could make our way back to the road. Do you think you've got enough strength left to swim over to that big rock over there?"
He turned his head slightly, indicating a boulder resting on part of the bank that jutted out slightly.
Linda shook her head slowly.
"I don't know, Ted ... you know as well as I do that I could make it normally, but after..."
Ted didn't want her to finish the statement any more than she did. He reached for her hand under the water and squeezed it gently.
"You've got to try, Linda ... I can't stand to see you subjected to any more of this. I'll help you all I can. If we get there, we'll have a good head start on them. I doubt if any of them will attempt the swim; that means they'll have to go all the way around the shoreline. It'll take them at least an hour, and we'll have a good chance to find ourselves a good hiding place."
Linda sucked in a deep breath of the clean air.
"I'll try, Ted."
He squeezed her hand again.
"Good girl ... whenever you're ready. I'm sure Len has the gun, and by the time he gets down to the shore, we would be out of range."
His hand released hers, and Linda stiffened slightly in the water. Her body ached in every joint, and she knew it was going to be a tough haul. She took a couple of deep breaths and then dove forward into the water, pouring all her strength into her thrashing feet and swinging arms.
Ted stood where he was, hoping to delay Ray's realization of what was happening by staying motionless; but the second he saw the convict jump up, Ted dove forward and started after her. He heard the convict's shout as it pierced the silence of the deserted lake.
"Hey Len ... they're getting away! They're crazy ... where the hell are they going to go. There's nothing for miles."
The sound of his words spurred Ted on. He had caught up to Linda with his powerful strokes, when he heard the sharp crack of a gun. He didn't bother to look back. He would have to swim even faster.
He came abreast of Linda. He knew that she was near exhaustion. She had put everything she had into the first stretch and now she was tiring quickly. She dropped into line beside him, letting him tow her while doing the side stroke, and doing her best to aid him as he pulled her through the water.
Ted barely had enough strength to pull himself up when they reached shore, but he gathered every ounce he could muster and managed to pull Linda up beside him. He collapsed under the hot rays of the sun and fought for breath. He didn't know how, but they had made it. He knew they couldn't stay here for long, but he could risk a few seconds to catch his breath.
* * *
It didn't take them long to find a small cave in the edge of the cliff facing the lake. It was blocked off on three sides by the solid walls of rock surrounding it, leaving only a small opening facing the lake. Ted was hoping that the convicts would never think of wading along the shoreline to look for them. Their first thought would be that he and Linda would break for the roadway, and that's how he intended to play it.
He turned to Linda and smiled.
"They'll never get us now..."
She managed a weak smile and moved closer to him, resting her head against his muscular chest. Ted stroked her hair and held her head tightly to him.
"Try to get some sleep; we'll start for the road as soon as it gets good and dark."
Linda was already half-asleep. Her relaxed breathing filled Ted's ears. The tension slowly left his body, and he suddenly became acutely conscious of her warm body nestled against him. He was shocked and ashamed as he looked downward and saw his thick cock begin to quiver and grow. He feared that the feel of it hardening next to Linda's hip would awaken her, but she showed no sign of noticing it, as she succumbed to the exhaustion that filled her body.
Ted forced his thoughts away from her lush body and concentrated on his hatred for the convicts. He sighed with relief as his stiff cock slowly lost its rigidity and dropped limply against his thigh.
* * *
Ted's pace quickened as he glimpsed the cleared area ahead in the bright moonlight. He was sure that it was the road, but he had raised Linda's hopes too many times already to take a chance on disappointing her again. He would have to be positive this time.
Linda gave up trying to keep up with Ted. She just didn't have the will to go on any farther. She dropped to the ground and reached for her bruised and cut feet, trying to relieve some of the pain by massaging the bleeding flesh. She tried to summon the strength to call out to him, but all that came out was a weak gurgle. Panic gripped her, as he disappeared through the deep undergrowth, but in seconds he had returned to her.
"We've made it, Linda ... it's the roadway."
Linda didn't have the strength to share his enthusiasm. She nodded and leaned back against the tree behind her. Ted looked down at her for a second. He lifted her scratched legs and made her as comfortable as he could.
"You've had it, haven't you? Poor kid ... try and relax; I'll go and flag us down a taxi."
Linda managed a weak smile at his humor. She gave way to the exhaustion that filled her and let the shadow of sleep fall over her eyes.
* * *
Ted bent down dejectedly and picked up a rock from the side of the roadway. It had been at least four hours, and no sign of anything. He was beginning to wonder if his idea had been a good one after all. If they'd stayed, they would probably have been able to exchange their freedom for a few dollars; instead they were stranded in the bush without food or water.
He lifted his arm to throw the rock when he caught a flash of light out of the comer of his eye. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. A truck's headlights rounded the bend down the road and came toward him. His ears filled with the labored hum of an engine, and he felt his heart beat faster. He glanced quickly over to the log barrier he had placed in the roadway. He turned and slipped into the bush out of sight.
He was thankful he had decided against trying to stop a vehicle on his own. One look at his nude body and anybody with an ounce of sense would keep on going. The log barrier was something else again.
The four-wheel drive vehicle lurched to a stop. The instant the door opened, Ted moved out from his cover and approached the driver. The small man was visibly taken aback when he saw Ted approach. Ted began to speak immediately.
"I'm sorry for stopping you like this, but we need help..."
He went into the explanation of what had happened, giving the startled man the details. Ted took a deep breath and waited for his reaction.
The small man paused uncertainly for a second. He looked toward the darkness at the side of the road.
"C'mon ... I'll give you a hand with the girl."
Ted let out a sigh of relief and led the way back to Linda. He woke her gently and explained that everything was going to be all right. The two men lifted her and carried her back to the vehicle.
The small man nodded toward the rear of the big pickup, indicating the camper.
"You two can get into the back. You'll be more comfortable there. I've got some clothes in there-not much to rave about, but better than nothing....
Ted glanced down at his nakedness and nodded his thanks. He opened the door of the camper and set Linda down. She moved forward slowly, and he stepped up and helped her onto one of the bunks. She sighed gratefully, and Ted gave way to his exhaustion and climbed up beside her and stretched out.
Their benefactor watched until they were comfortable. He closed the camper door and walked back to the open door of the truck. He shoved the big vehicle into gear and moved forward slowly, skirting the logs and moving back onto the roadway.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The lurching of the truck over the rough road lulled both Ted and Linda into a deep sleep. Not even the last stretch, that challenged the driver's ability to keep the truck moving, brought either of the exhausted pair back to the world of reality.
It wasn't until the driver shook Ted that he opened his eyes. Even then he was sure he was in a dream, because he could see the driver of the vehicle framed by the three convicts. He shook his head, trying to clear away the cobwebs, but the picture didn't change. The sound of Len's laughter ringing in his ears was enough to convince him that his eyes weren't lying to him.
He bolted upright, but Sam's big hands held him. His eyes filled with surprise and horror as he looked from one convict to another.
Len smiled and turned toward the driver, who was standing beside him.
"I hear you haven't been properly introduced. This is my brother Jim..."
Ted moved his gaze over to the short man that he had thought was their benefactor. He cursed inwardly.
Why the hell hadn't he recognized their similarity out on the roadway before it was too late? Damn it! If it were in the day, he would have been able to distinguish Len's brother's features. Len could see his disappointment, and he broke into laughter again.
Linda shifted restlessly, as the laughter crept into her exhausted thoughts. God, I'm having a nightmare. I can hear that sadistic laughter ... it sounds so real ... as if...
She opened her eyes and screamed; then she fainted.
* * *
When Linda came to, her head was cradled in Ted's lap. He was gently brushing the hair away from her forehead. When he saw her eyes flicker open, his face softened.
"I'm sorry..."
Linda shook her head slowly.
"It's not your fault."
Linda looked around, and a shudder shook her as she realized that they were back in the little room of the cabin. She looked back into his eyes and read the uneasiness.
"What's the matter?"
Ted was becoming aware that her body was beginning to kindle a desire in him now that she had begun to move in his lap. He lifted her gently until she was sitting, then looked back into her eyes.
"They don't need us any more, Linda. They have what they've been waiting for now. I have no idea what they will do with us."
It took Linda a few seconds to realize the full meaning of what he was saying.
"You mean they might kill us?"
Ted nodded.
"We're going to have to do exactly as they say. Len is crazy; there's no doubt about that, and he wouldn't hesitate to kill us if we provoke him again."
The sound of shouting in the other room drew their attention. They looked at each other briefly, then moved over to the door where they could hear. They were able to catch what Len was saying.
"What do you mean there was no money? It had to be there. I put it there myself."
There was a short pause; then Len's brother spoke.
"You weren't the only one that put it there ... I'm telling you, there was nothing there. I found the place all right, but the box was gone."
The sound of a fist slamming a table top shattered the silence, and then Len spoke bitterly.
"That bastard Johnson ... he got out four months ago. He knew I was planning a break. He was supposed to leave my share. I'll kill him, if I ever get my hands on him again."
Linda recognized the next voice as Ray's.
"What are we going to do? We can't go far without money."
There was a strained silence; and then Len spoke, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"The fucking pictures ... I'd forgotten all about them in the excitement. We'll blackmail the cock-sucking warden with the pictures. Christ, he's bound to pay rather than have those pictures of his daughter sent to certain influential people."
Ted pulled Linda away from the door gently. As she turned to face him, she smiled.
"That means they won't kill us."
Ted shook his head.
"I wish it did ... they've already got some pretty good shots of you."
Linda's smile faded, as she remembered what they had photographed. She turned her eyes away from Ted's as shame welled up in her. Ted grasped her firmly around the shoulders and shook her.
"Listen to me. We might not have much time."
Linda managed to push the thoughts of what she had done out of her mind, as she recognized the urgency in his voice. She looked back up at him.
"There's only one way to guarantee that they keep us alive-at least a little longer anyway. The instant they open that door to let us out of here, I'm going to make a break for the table. If we're lucky, the pictures will still be there and the lantern too. I'm going to smash the lantern on the table, if I can make it. That should finish the pictures. They'll have no choice but to take some more. It's just about light out now, but they'll have to wait awhile before they'll be able to take pictures. That will give us one more day at least."
Linda shook her head vigorously.
"No, Ted, it's too much of a risk ... they're liable to kill you."
Ted shrugged.
"I don't think so. They need me just as much as they need you. I'm the one they're going to send to your father with the photographs, remember? They can't face him themselves."
Linda could see the sense in what he was saying.
The door suddenly opened, and Lens' short form was outlined by the first rays of the sun filtering through the dirty cabin windows. He looked from Ted to Linda, then stepped aside to make room for Sam to enter the small room. The big Negro came forward hesitatingly, obviously not too pleased about what he was about to do. Ted looked at Linda.
Without speaking, he realized that the convicts might have come to the conclusion that Linda was no longer necessary to their plans. The thought chilled him. The instant Sam was helping Linda to her feet, he made his move.
He hit Len with the full force of his body and knocked the small convict through the doorway. The others in the room were so surprised that none of them moved. Ted reached the table before they had a chance to think.
He saw the lamp immediately, but panic gripped him as he picked it up. The pictures weren't on the table.
His eyes flashed frantically around the room, and then he saw them in Len's brother's hands.
He didn't take time to think about his action. Ray had recovered from the initial shock of his bursting into the room and had begun to move toward him. Ted raised the lamp and smashed it over Len's brother's hand.
Len's brother burst into flame. He screamed and writhed as he fell on the bed. The cabin started to burn. Ted felt a crashing blow to the jaw.
Linda screamed as she saw the flames licking around the screaming body rolling on the floor. Sam pulled her forward and bent to grasp Ted's limp arm. He dragged them both toward the door left open by the other fleeing convicts. The searing heat burned Linda's nude body, and she was unable to breathe until they were safely outside the cabin. Sam dropped them both to the ground, and Linda looked in disbelief as the tinder-dry cabin flared up like a giant roman candle.
She turned her eyes toward Ted, who was coming out of unconsciousness. She bent to kiss him lightly on the lips. He smiled and looked over at the burning cabin.
"One for our side..."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The bouncing truck caused the bunk to move under Linda and increased the pain around her bound ankles and wrists. She turned her head slightly toward Sam.
"Could you loosen these a little? They're cutting into me."
The big Negro didn't hesitate to comply with her request. He had been left alone in the back of the truck to guard the two prisoners. When Sam had finished loosing Linda's bonds slightly, he reached over and did the same for Ted. He got nothing, but a look of hatred in return for the deed from the dark-haired youth. Sam smiled down at him as he stepped back.
"He's foolish, this cousin of yours, Linda."
Almost as an afterthought, the Negro added...
"But he's brave ... he has saved your life, perhaps. I don't know if I could have stood by and watched while Len killed you, but I'm glad I didn't have to make that decision."
Linda could feel the sincerity in his words, and even Ted felt himself relaxing a little as he looked up at the big man. He was certainly not their ally, but maybe in a pinch he would come through.
The truck lurched slightly, and then found even footing and increased speed. Sam saw the questioning look in Linda's eyes, and he smiled.
"We have reached the roadway. In a few minutes, we will stop; and Len will get another camera and film. He feels the police may have a description of his brother's truck, so we will be going back into the bush as soon as we get the necessary equipment."
He turned his gaze toward Ted.
"I have talked to Len about his plan to kill Linda after the pictures are taken. I told him that you would have no reason to return, if she were not kept alive. I think I've convinced him to let her live."
Ted found himself nodding his thanks, before he realized that this was the man who had shoved his cock up Linda's ass; and regardless of what he did now, he could never make amends for Sam's assault on Linda.
Sam seemed to read his thoughts. He shrugged and sat down.
"You've been through quite an ordeal ... I suggest you try to get some sleep while you can."
* * *
Linda tried to sleep, but it wouldn't come. Long after she heard the steady, relaxed breathing beside her, that attested to Ted's exhaustion, she stared blankly at the ceiling above her. Sam shifted along the bench that he was sitting on, until he was next to her. He pulled out a rumpled pack of cigarettes from his T-shirt pocket and offered her one.
Linda took it eagerly, happy to have something which would occupy her. She turned her head as Sam positioned it in her mouth and held a match to the tip. Linda managed to suck in the first drag, but then the cigarette slipped from her mouth. Sam picked it up from where it had fallen and looked down at her.
"I could release you, but you would have to remain silent..."
He didn't wait for her to answer. He moved to the end of the bed and undid her ankles. He repeated the procedure on her wrists. Linda stretched thankfully and rubbed the circulation back into her sore joints. She swung her legs over the side of the bunk and got up. She moved over and sat down on the bench across from the big Negro. He held her cigarette out to her, and she accepted it and placed it between her lips. She dragged deeply on it, welcoming the smoke into her lungs. She exhaled and leaned back, trying to relax.
Sam's eyes moved over her lush body slowly, and then met her gaze.
"You're very tense ... you should try to relax."
Linda lowered her head slightly, so she could look at him.
"Sounds wonderful, but I'm afraid I can't ... "
The big Negro let his eyes pass over her "again before he spoke.
"Yes, you can, if you want to..."
She let her eyes meet his, and she could see the passion in them. He took her silence to mean acceptance. Before she realized what was happening, he was on his knees in front of her, his head buried in her crotch. Linda started to scream, but she looked over to where Ted was sleeping, and she couldn't. What would he think if he woke up and saw her like this? After all, had Sam wanted to force her, why would he bother to remove her bonds?
. . . oh, there was his tongue dipping into my open cunt, searching, plunging, moving upward to capture my stiff, pulsing bud ... ohh...
The smell of her pussy sent Sam's mind reeling with desire. She was flowing freely, and he sucked in her sweet juices, savoring every drop. He rolled his tongue around the outer lips, licking away at the moisture as it oozed forth. He let his tongue dip deeply into her yawning cavern and snake its way upward to her hot, pulsing clitoris. Again and again, he repeated the action, and as he did so, he felt her body go lax in his arms.
Linda felt her resistance fading with each stroke of the big Negro's tongue. Each thrust brought her more and more under the animal instincts that pulsed through her body. Rebel sensuality filled her burning flesh and arched her back against the padded hack of the bench, forcing her hips out and spreading her legs even further apart to make it easier for him to delve into her brimming well with his thick, molten tongue.
Linda moaned with pleasure and wrapped her legs around his kinky-haired head. Sam responded bv bringing his teeth into play on her swollen cunt-lips. They caught the burning flesh lightly and ground it back and forth.
She couldn't believe the wondrous feel of it. She twisted and moaned. Her hands found the back of his head and urged him onward. He sensed that she was approaching her crisis. He let his tongue go back to her, slipping between her tender, swollen lips and pistoning deeply into her gaping channel, caressing and lashing at the tingling, swollen flesh.
Linda let out a cry of delight and threw her head back as the first tremor coursed through her. She moaned, then groaned. She was a limp, whimpering mass as the big Negro pushed her over the top and lovingly lapped at her churning box until she dropped back down to reality. He gave her stiff bud one last lick, sending a weak shudder through Linda. He stood up in front of her and smiled.
"I think you will be able to sleep now..."
Linda was still lost in the pleasure he had given her. She could only nod in agreement, as he picked her up and carried her back over to the bunk. He laid her down beside Ted and fastened the bonds again. When he had finished, he bent his head and kissed the matt of blonde hair over her still-swollen cunt lips. He lifted his head and looked down at her.
"Someday I will ask you to return the favor ... She didn't hear his words as the sonorous hum the truck lulled her to sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
Linda stepped down from the camper and leaned against the open door for a second, until she could feel the circulation returning to her ankles and feet. She found herself avoiding Ted's eyes as he stepped down beside her, followed by Sam, somehow feeling that he knew what had happened between her and Sam a few hours previously.
Len walked across the small clearing next to the truck. The newly purchased camera dangled around his neck from its strap. His eyes moved over Linda, and she shuddered slightly as he stepped up to them, smiling.
"You look wonderful, baby; this fucking around j is doing you a hell of a lot of good."
Linda flushed, remembering Sam's tongue on her body. Len turned to face Sam.
"I found a good spot, Sam, a grassy knoll just through the underbrush there. Take the starlet and her cousin over. We'll join you as soon as we pull the truck off the road and get it out of sight."
The big Negro nodded. Linda felt Ted's arm slip through hers as they started walking in the direction Len had indicated.
It was only a short walk to the spot Len had chosen. The knoll was slightly raised and covered with soft grass. Under different circumstances, Linda would have welcomed it as a spot to rest and enjoy nature, but because she knew what was coming, she took an intense dislike to it immediately.
Sam moved over to the side of the small clearing that surrounded the knoll and found himself a log to sit on. He nodded toward the raised area.
"You two might as well go on up there and get comfortable."
Ted turned his head so he was facing the Negro.
"What do you mean, the two of us?"
Sam looked at Linda, and then moved his eyes back to Ted.
"Len managed to get a paper at the store, so now he knows you weren't lying about being cousins. He seems to think the picture will go over better if both of you are in them-sort of offer you both an incentive to make sure things work out all right for us."
Ted's face flushed.
"For christ sake, what he made us do the first time was enough ... we're cousins..."
Sam shrugged.
"It's not my idea, but if you take time to think about it, wouldn't you rather do it together than have one of us doing it to her? I'm sure you will be much more gentle with her than Len or Ray."
Linda looked from Ted to Sam. She had been embarrassed enough at having Ted watch her reactions with other men, but to have him with her, feeling how she reacted ... god, he'd have to know then.
She appealed to Sam.
"Please don't make him..."
Sam didn't get a chance to answer. Len walked into the clearing and picked up what Linda had said. He grinned and moved over to sit on the log beside Sam.
"Don't worry, baby. We'll all get into the act at one time or another. I just want to be sure that you two get into every picture. We're going to have a lot of fun, threesomes, foursomes-the works. You ever been in on a daisy chain, screw? Not that it matters, because in this case you'll find yourself sucking a cock instead of eating a broad."
Ted took a step toward Len, and the small convict raised the .45 in his hand menacingly.
"Forget it, screw ... I don't need you all that much..."
Ted forced himself to stop, and Len grinned. "Okay, you two get up there, and we'll get things rolling."
Linda turned and moved upward onto the top of the knoll. Ted followed her hesitatingly. When he got close to her, she whispered to him.
"Remember what you said about cooperating. Len's a madman. He wouldn't hesitate to kill us..."
Ted looked up at her and nodded his head. He averted his eyes from her lush body, knowing as he did so that the thought of being with her had already increased the sexual tempo of his body, and that it wouldn't take much more to send his cock swelling into its erect state. He hated himself for what he was feeling, but that didn't stop the feeling from building.
Len stood up and walked toward them. He had the air of a Hollywood movie producer as he set the distance and lighting on the camera. He paused long enough to look through the eyepiece; then he put the camera down.
"Okay, beautiful, down on your back."
Linda hesitated for a second. Then she dropped downward and stretched out on the soft, warm grass. The heat felt good against her flesh, and for a split second she forgot about what was coming. Len barked his next order.
"Spread your legs, baby ... let's see that juicy little cunt of yours..."
Linda complied, and as she did so she saw Ted's eyes drop to the glistening blonde hair of her crotch. She blushed and closed her eyes.
Len grinned as he watched Ted's head drop so that he could see the spread lips in front of him. "You're obviously dying to get at that tight pink slit of hers, screw. Go to it! Down on your knees, and eat her a little to warm things up."
Ted didn't move. He forced himself to look away from Linda's inviting cunt, and over to Len.
"For god's sake, won't you reconsider? You're acting like an animal..."
Len laughed.
"You think I'm an animal, screw-just wait until you stick your tongue inside her hot pussy, and get a smell and taste of it. Then we'll see who's an animal."
Ted stared at the short convict in disbelief. Len raised the .45 and pointed it at Ted's balls.
"Get down there ... before you lose your balls!"
Ted could see the anger building in the convict's eves. He bent his knees and dropped between Linda's spread legs. Len's mouth formed a sadistic grin.
"Okay, screw, take one of her big tits in your mouth and bring the nipple alive."
Linda opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Do it, Ted ... I can't stand this ... please don't drag it out. You know we'll have to do what he says in the end anyway. Let's just get it over with as fast as we can."
Ted's eyes filled with compassion, and he moved his head forward and dropped his mouth onto her firm, ripe breast. Despite the horror that filled him the feel of her nipple springing between his teeth sent a flash of desire through him. Before he realized what he had done, his tongue snaked out to meet the soft bud. It began to grow at his licking. He was tonguing it eagerly, yearning to feel it blossom to fullness in his hot mouth. Linda groaned and looked down at his moving head.
"Oh Ted ... Ted..."
The sound of her voice drove on his desire.
Len had moved closer to them now, and he was kneeling so he wouldn't miss anything that went on.
"Okay, baby ... grab his cock and play with him a little. He needs some stimulation."
Linda's hand moved down between their bodies, the fingers tingling as they passed through the mat of hair on his hard belly. She could feel the thick forest of curly hair at the base of his member ... she inched further and then closed her fingers on his semi-erect rod.
Ted couldn't hold back the groan of pleasure that filled him. The hours of watching Linda and the others fucking had filled him with a desire to expend his own seed. The touch of her warm fingers on his cock was the key that set his need in motion. The thick shaft in Linda's hand seemed to explode. She was gripping a firm, pulsing rod of steel instead of the semi-soft organ that she had first encircled.
The feel of it hot and throbbing in her fingers told her of his need, and somehow the thought of caressing this forbidden, but virile member brought her animal desires boiling to the surface. She squeezed it gently, and a moan of pleasure left Ted's lips.
Len shifted slightly so he wouldn't miss anything.
"Now you return the favor, screw ... slip your hand down and caress those lovely swollen cunt lips for her."
For a few seconds Ted had lost himself to the sensual pleasure that Linda's hands had brought to his cock ... the burning feel of her vibrant flesh next to his, but the sound of Len's husky voice reminded him of where he was and who the twitching girl below him was. He raised his lips from Linda's throbbing nipple and rolled back onto his heels. He swung his head toward Len and began to stand up.
There was a high-pitched whistle as Ray brought his arm down in an arc, and Ted caught a glimpse of the shining belt buckle before the leather cut into Linda's quivering breast.
Linda had received no warning of the lashing blow. She had been completely lost in the cloud of pleasure that Ted's muscular body had been giving her. She screamed in excruciating agony as she felt the leather biting into her flesh. She cried out again as she raised her hand to cover her bleeding nipple.
Ted's eyes met Len's, and the convict could see the anger building in the deeply tanned youth. He shook his head and smiled.
"It's up to you screw ... either you do as you're told or the broad gets it."
Linda looked up at Ted.
"Please, Ted..."
Ted hesitated for a second, wanting to vent his anger by jumping the smiling convict holding the camera, but he realized that any action on his part would simply give Ray another excuse to use the belt on Linda. He looked from Linda's pleading eyes to Len.
"Okay ... but if that bastard so much as touches her again, I'm going to kill him." Len's face showed no reaction to the threat. The convict moved closer to them and brought his camera back into position.
"Swing around screw; get into the "69" position."
Ted avoided Linda's eyes as he did what he was told. He found himself staring down at Linda's open, glistening cunt as he turned and threw his left leg across her face. He tried to turn his gaze away from the inviting fuck hole, but the sight of it, open and vulnerable, renewed his passion.
Len noticed how the flowing cunt drew Ted's attention, and he smiled.
"Well, don't just look at it ... get your face in there and bring her to life."
Linda closed her eyes as Ted shifted forward slightly and his stiff cock hovered inches above her face. Her body tensed and she felt herself tingling deeply within the moist open flesh of her cunt as she waited for his lips to find her.
Ted bent his head slowly, still feasting his eyes on the swollen, red outer lips, noting the droplets that had formed and watching them glisten in the sunlight. He needed no command from Len to part his lips and bring them into contact with the eager, smelly pussy. The musky female odor filled his nostrils, and he was no longer conscious of anything but what was in front of him.
A low animal moan left Linda's lips as she felt Ted's warm mouth clamp onto her cunt. Her hand dug into the deep grass beside her, and she raised her firm buttocks upward, rubbing her hot cunt against Ted passionately. She heard a muffled groan of passion, and her body lurched upward as she felt the hot, moist length of his tongue sink into her open channel, the tip flicking, touching as much of her as possible.
The exploring tongue took a few long, deep strokes that seemed to reach her very core, sending a raging flame of desire through her, then it began to move upward along one of her outer lips in a slow, tantalizing trip that Linda knew would end on her stiff, burning clitoris. She moaned and began to whimper, as she waited for the hot snake to find her stiff bud. As if found its treasure she arched herself upward and moaned.
Ted had moved forward slightly to make it easier to eat her, and Linda's moan was muffled by his heavy sac, as it dragged over her face. Linda knew she should pull her face away, but the weight of Ted's burning balls felt so good against her lips. She felt her lips opening.
Ted's body lurched with pleasure as Linda nibbled at his wrinkly, hairy sac. His body shuddered with blissful ecstasy, as Linda began to tongue his heavy spheres lovingly. The feel of it turned Ted's body into a traitor. Suddenly, without warning, it betrayed his mind. He was lost to the sensual need that burned through him. He gave Linda's stiff bud one last flick with his tongue, then trapped it between his teeth and began to strip it vigorously up and down.
Linda had never felt anything like it before. Her huge breasts quivered as she fought for breath. Having Ted's balls in her mouth wasn't enough for her. Her hands snaked upward around his hips and gently cupped his buttocks. As Ted began to chew on her tender cunt in earnest, she dug her fingernails into the muscular flesh of his buttocks and pulled him back and down until the moist, bulbous head of his thick cock was touching her lips. She welcomed the molten knob with her lips in a brief kiss. Her tongue lashed out and eagerly accepted the glistening droplet of moisture which formed in the slit in the tip.
The taste of his maleness caused her to shudder with pleasure. She dug her fingernails into his buttocks, at the same time opening her mouth to let his huge, throbbing organ slip inside.
The feel of it surging through her lips, raking along her teeth, and then the quivering knob against the back of her throat, was enough to make her orgasm. A wet, muffled moan of ecstasy managed to slip around the stiff cock in her mouth, and her body bounced and twisted in the soft grass as a series of shudders ripped through her.
Her excitement shoved Ted further toward release. She felt the muscular cheeks of his ass, cupped tightly in her palms, begin to move. She had a chance to suck in one quick breath of air as his slippery knob withdrew then penetrated back into her mouth again in a slow, deep stroke that brought the burning head against her throat.
She struggled to breathe, and her body lashed back and forth in the grass as the wonder of it filled her. Again and again, Ted's hips undulated, pulling his huge organ out quickly and returning it slowly to her vacuuming mouth. She could feel it living, pulsing with broiling blood, the knob moving rhythmically.
She could sense from his increased breathing tempo that his climax was near.
Strange, wanton thoughts began to fill her head. He's going to go off in my mouth ... god, I can feel his balls moving on my face ... he's so worked up ... god he'll shoot gallons of cum into me ... yes ... yes ... I want to feel it. . . yes ... now . . pour it into me ... I want to drink his fuck juice.
Her nails dug into the firm flesh of Ted's ass, drawing blood as she pulled him downward, driving his cock further into her mouth than ever. Linda felt the heavy balls on her face press into her eye sockets. She could feel the thick, creamy love juice spurting down the thick length of his engorged shaft. As his prick hit the back of her throat, it jerked; and the first stream of molten cum gushed into her mouth.
She groaned as it spewed forth from his cock and flowed hotlv down her throat; she struggled for breath ... it seemed like it would never stop coming ... and his tongue below was stroking in and out. She felt herself cuming again, and she threw herself upward as she joined him in his ecstatic release.
The pleasure of going off and having him pump his hot juice into her at the same time sent Linda reeling. A soft pink cloud of ecstasy enveloped her as she sucked on his spewing cock eagerly, welcoming every drop he could give her, and then she was falling ... falling...
* * *
Linda opened her eyes and found Ted's worried face hovering over her. His expression turned to one of relief, as she opened her eyes. He lifted the cold cloth from her forehead.
"I'm sorry, Linda ... I don't know what came over me..."
Linda's mind went back to what she had just done, and she closed her eyes.
"Oh my god, you did it in my mouth ... and I let you..."
Linda's mind filled with revulsion and horror as she pictured what had happened in her mind. She could faintly remember the sound of the camera just before Ted had gone off. She imagined what kind of a picture Len had taken ... what kind of a picture her father would see...
Ted bent down and helped her to her feet. He supported her for a second as she stood unsteadily. His eyes met hers.
"After you fainted, I talked them into giving us some food. I don't know how you managed to keep going this long without eating something."
Len's cold laughter drew their attention, and they turned to face tho convict. He held two paper plates holding what looked to be beans out to them.
"That's pretty good, screw ... going this long without eating. Christ, the two of you just had the best meal of your lives down there on the grass ... you must have pumped a gallon into her when you blew your load..."
Ted reached out and took the two plates from Len, who had begun to laugh again. He set them down on a rock beside him and turned toward Linda.
He grasped her by the shoulders and helped her to her feet. "You all right, Linda?"
Linda sucked in a breath of the fresh air and nodded.
"Yes, I'm okay ... I just need to rest for a few minutes..."
Ted released her and turned to face Len.
"You heard her; she can't take any more without a rest."
Len shrugged.
"You got a half hour ... "
The convict turned and walked away, heading toward the other two convicts who were stretched out on the grass a short distance away. Ted watched him until he had joined the others. He picked up the plates and held one out to Linda. She shook her head.
"No ... I couldn't eat now, especially that."
Ted looked down at the mushy beans and then raised his head.
"I don't feel like eating any more than you do, but we've got to keep our strength up. You never know when we might get another chance to get away."
"I guess you're right. We may not get any more food if we turn this down."
CHAPTER TEN
Linda began to feel a little life returning to her body. She was glad that she had taken Ted's suggestion and eaten.
She shifted slightly, stretching her body under the warm rays of the sun. It was a beautiful day ... so peaceful and quiet. The sound of Ted's breathing beside her, and the feel of his deeply bronzed thighs so close to hers, made her feel warm and secure.
The sound of Len's voice brought her back to reality.
"Okay, the half hour is up. Let's get back to work."
Linda sat up. Ted offered her his hand and pulled her onto her feet. Their eyes met, and he squeezed her hand gently in his as he whispered.
"Do whatever they ask ... I don't want you hurt again."
Linda nodded, resigned to the fact that she would have to go through with whatever Len had in mind. She was about to follow Ted toward the middle of the cleared area, when she caught sight of Sam. The motion of his right hand drew her attention, and her mouth fell open as she saw the big Negro push his zipper down.
Ted followed the direction of her eyes. He saw Sam shove his pants and shorts down in one quick motion. The sight of his massive cock swinging freely between his muscular thighs was an awesome sight, and both Ted and Linda stared as if-mesmerized while Sam stripped off his T-shirt. Ted turned to face Len.
"I thought it was just going to be Linda and I?"
Len grinned.
"Nobody said that ... we just said that both of you would be in the pictures."
Ted nodded and glanced from Sam to Len. "How come he's stripping then?" Len's grin broadened.
"Don't worry, screw, he's not going to replace you. He's just going to spice things up a bit.
Linda looked over toward Ted and saw that he was about to protest. As she watched him, he hesitated and turned to face her. He didn't have to speak to get his point across. There was no sense in arguing. All it would mean was another cut of the belt.
Ray had already drawn the belt from his pants as if reading their thoughts. Linda took one more look at Sam's cock. She turned and walked toward Ted, who was already standing in the center of the clearing. When she reached him, Len had already taken up his position beside the now flattened grassy area. The convict smiled as he dropped to his knees.
"Okay, just some old-fashioned screwing for a starter."
A chill moved through Linda.
A starter ... my god, what did he have in mind this time...
She felt Ted's hands grasp her gently by the shoulder, and she turned to face him. He avoided her eyes as they dropped to the ground, and Linda closed hers, as she felt the warm grass below her. She was resigned to the fact that she would have to go through whatever it was Len had in mind, but she was determined that she would show no active part in it this time. She spread her legs matter-of-factly and waited for Ted to begin.
Seconds passed and nothing happened. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was kneeling beside her, and one look told her why nothing happened. Ted's cock hung long and limply between his thighs.
Before either of them could speak, Len barked out a command.
"The screw can't get a hard on, baby. We'll have to do something about that. Suck it into your mouth and work on him until he's ready for you."
Linda's memory, filled with what had happened a half hour ago, made her shudder.
Len stared at her, impatiently waiting for her to move. He nodded his head slowly. Linda heard the warning, high-pitched whistle as the belt cut through the air. She gasped and twisted herself, quickly moving her head toward Ted's limp cock. The belt cut into the firm flesh of her left breast, and she cried out as the pain shot through her.
She gave Ray no excuse to repeat his action. Her lips parted, and she sucked Ted's cock into her mouth. She didn't want to hold it there any longer than she had to, so she put everything she had into rousing him. Her tongue began to stroke the limp shaft frantically. She felt it begin to grow. The feel of it swelling excited her, and she released it quickly, afraid that her body might betray her again.
Ted's cock was semi-erect as it slipped free of her lips. Linda feared that she would feel the sting of the belt again. She watched the growing organ only inches away, hoping that it would continue to expand. It took her a second to realize that there was no stopping the eager prick.
The foreskin began to slip back before her very eyes, and she gasped with wonder as the moist, glistening vermilion tip surged forward from the confines of skin. She saw it completely freed, shimmering and pulsing proudly before her.
Once again a command shattered the silence around them.
"Now ... shove it into that tight little juicy cunt of hers..."
The stiff cock jerked slightly in front of Linda. A strange shiver of expectancy moved through her, as she watched the pearly droplet form in the big slit at the tip of the thick knob. She had an overpowering urge to move her mouth back to his cock and taste the glistening bead, but she managed to control her passion and drop down to the grass instead.
She was both surprised and excited to see that Ted's muscular chest was rising and falling quickly, as he dropped down to the grass between her legs. It amazed her a little to think that she caused his breathing to get so labored and his eyes to glaze with passion.
There was no hesitation on his part this time. He encircled his big cock with his right hand and guided it between her swollen, flowing lips. The feel of the massive knob spreading her hot flesh delivered a resounding blow to Linda's outward coolness, and her cunt lips tightened around it involuntarily.
God it felt so good, pulsing and throbbing in there ... why did it have to feel so good ... ohh...
Ted pistoned his hips forward slowly, relishing the feel of her tight cunt, hesitatingly accepting his big prick. He had never dreamed that Linda could feel like this, that her little box could do the things it was doing to him. He groaned with delight as he shoved his hips forward again, burying his cock in her. Linda groaned and lifted her buttocks, as she felt the hot weight of his balls slam against her crotch and buttocks.
She fought for control of herself, forcing her body to go stiff and motionless below him, but Ted paid no attention to her as his breath came in ragged gasps. He stroked back and forth into her, slowly, tantalizingly, enjoying each plunge and subsequent retreat, shoving his massive cock completely into her on each thrust and letting his balls hit the hot flesh of her buttocks.
With each stroke, Linda felt her control lessening. She let the cry of pleasure break free from her clenched teeth and she raised her hips to meet him.
Ted groaned with delight as she began to move below him. He had never believed that her hot little ass could move so wonderfully. He slipped his hand under her twisting cheeks and cradled them, bringing uniformity to their combined motions, getting the best from each twitching muscle in her hot body.
Linda's legs wound around him. She felt the last of her fight give way to the marvelously blissful ecstasy that was filling her. She clenched her teeth and hammered herself upward to meet each thrust of his burning cock. Ted could feel her excitement echoing through his own body, and he groaned and slammed his cock deeper into her. The massive head jerked and spewed forth a jet of thick, creamy warmth, and as the second gush spurted into the very depths of Linda's body, she moaned and snapped.
Her body lashed upward, arching to its highest point. Ted felt her firm ass quiver in his hands, as she ground herself against him, letting her cries of delight fill the air around them. Her mind went blank as she felt the hot streams of semen, cutting into her like pistol shot. She was oblivious to the men around her and the clicking camera.
Ted collapsed on top of Linda in exhaustion. She welcomed the warm weight of his masculinity as they floated through the sensuous afterglow of their lovemaking. For a few seconds there was blissful contentment, and then Linda felt an increased weight on her; at the same instant Ted groaned and she opened her eyes.
She saw the pained expression on Ted's face; and beyond she could see Sam's muscular shoulders and passive face. Linda felt the pressure of Ted's semi-erect cock in her, and then Ted swore.
"The son ... of ... a ... bitch ... is ... trying ... to ... to ... shove ... his ... cock ... up ... MY ASS!" Ted screamed, feeling the big black cock ream its way into his hairv, tight ass-hole.
Linda heard Len laugh beside her. She turned to face the convict. He was staring at Ted's parted buttocks, watching Sam's big cock shoving between the muscular cheeks.
"That's it, Sam; shove it into him! I've been waiting to see one of these screws butt-fucked for years..."
Ted was trying to fight, but it was useless. Sam had him pinned onto Linda, and there was nothing he could do. He felt the huge knob of Sam's cock forcing its way into his bowels. He fought to hold back the cry of pain that threatened to come. Len turned his attention from Sam's quickly disappearing cock and looked into Ted's twisted features.
"You don't look very pleased, screw. You don't know what an honor Sam is bestowing on you. He's in great demand behind bars. The feel of his big cock is the greatest for those he chooses to use it on. I suppose to a screw that sounds sick, but in prison there isn't too much choice. The only hole to fuck is an ass-hole!"
Ted held himself in control, giving a small sigh of relief, as he realized that Sam's cock had fully buried itself in his ass and was beginning to pull back. He knew the pain would lessen if he could relax, so he forced himself to do so. To his surprise, the next stroke of Sam's big black prick brought not only pain, but a faint trace of pleasure.
The pressure of the big man on top of him had forced him down onto Linda's twisting body, bringing the feel of her moving cunt to him. His cock began to harden again within her. When Sam pulled back out of him, he pulled back out of Linda. The combined feeling of Sam's big cock stroking him, and his own throbbing shaft sliding in and out of Linda began to fill him with renewed desire. Soon he was moving into the full swing of Sam's sensual beat.
Linda watched in amazement as the expression on Ted's face changed from horror and pain to one of pleasure and excitement. With each stroke, she could feel his cock getting bigger. Soon it was swollen erect and pulsing deeply within her again. On each upward stroke, her stiff clitoris was rubbed tantalizingly. She found herself forgetting what was going on and just enjoying the feel of Ted's hammering shaft.
Oh god, it felt so good moving in and out; it was so big, but not too big like Sam's. She had envisioned what it would feel like, as she had masturbated, but it was so much better with a man's erect penis. The feel of the thick ridge at the base of
Ted's big knob sliding back and forth over the burning flesh of her cunt, the powerful, rhythmic throbbing of the shaft itself, and the probing pressure of the thrusting head combined to drive her wild.
She could think of nothing but the burning, pleasure-filled sensation that built in the hot flesh of her crotch and began to spread slowly, claiming more and more of her until her entire body was a willing, eager sex machine moving below him and getting the best out of each of his slow, purposeful strokes.
Her ears picked up Sam's husky breathing, as the big man began to lose himself in the pleasure that he was receiving from stroking his big cock in and out of Ted's tight ass. The sensual delight shooting through the big Negro was unmistakable to her. Between Sam's gasps for breath, she could hear Ted's ragged breathing as he threw himself into receiving pleasure from both ends, burying himself to the hilt in her warm flesh as Sam shoved the mammoth pole up his ass.
The combined sounds of their sensual pleasure excited Linda beyond belief. She felt her own bliss doubling as she listened to them. She could feel Sam's downward plunges amplified through Ted's big cock as it sank into her. There was no mistaking Ted's groans of pleasure as he welcome the big Negro's cock into his body and carried the pleasure through by telegraphing it into her own body with his own pulsing organ.
Linda let her hands slip down over her slightly curved belly. When Ted pulled himself out of her on a backward stroke, she slid her hands through and let them cup his heavy balls. The two men pushed downward again. Linda could feel Sam's big balls against her fingertips as the big man buried his cock in Ted's flesh. She could feel them both, so hot and near. She opened her eyes, as Ted let out a low groan.
Ted's face twisted passionately. She could sense that Sam's cock must be jerking inside him, shooting its wad. Instantly the silence around her filled with Sam's animal scream of pleasure. She could feel his pumping release being relayed through Ted's body.
Linda whimpered impatiently, as she felt Ted's body rock above her. She was being left out. She wanted to feel the exploding wonder of release cutting into her, too. She squeezed her fingers around Ted's balls, and it was all the bronzed youth needed to push him over the edge. He was already burning with need from the feel of Sam's globs of semen burning his shit-covered sphincter muscle. He let the dam burst, shooting gushing streams of hot, molten semen into Linda.
Linda's body arched upward at the first feel of his thick, creamy release. She rotated her buttocks on the warm grass, causing the jerking head of Ted's pulsing knob to hit her in as many places as possible while it delivered his payload. Before he had drained himself, she felt the tremors build in her. She came, too. Her body convulsing through a series of searing shivers of pleasure.
The three of them collapsed into a heap of tangled, perspiration-covered flesh, as they fought for control of their breathing. Finally, Sam gathered enough strength to pull his semi-erect cock free of Ted's puckered ass-hole and stood up. The big Negro gave one final sigh of satisfaction, then turned and walked away.
Ted felt his control returning. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at Linda's hard-tipped breasts. He was tempted to suck one of the pulsating buds into his mouth and pay homage to it, but the sight of Len, kneeling beside them, brought him back to where he was. He moved backward, hauling his soft cock free of Linda's clutching cunt.
As he took his weight off her, Linda felt the hot sun evaporating the perspiration that had been trapped between them. The coolness brought her out of the warm afterglow of their lovemaking. She opened her eyes to see Ted standing up between her spread thighs, strings of glistening semen trailed from the tip down to the hairy balls, where it met with the stream of cum which Sam had deposited in Ted's ass-hole.
She closed her eyes and rolled over onto her side, turning her back on Len. The picture of the glistening semen stuck to Ted's cock filled her mind. As she opened her eyes, Sam's powerful form was kneeling beside her.
The big Negro placed a pan full of water between them. He paused long enough to drop a cloth into the water and wring it out. He stood up and began to clean his big cock. Linda had no wish to watch him cleaning himself but she found it impossible to look away from the huge lax organ, mesmerized by the sight of the dark purple knob as Sam hauled back his foreskin and meticulously cleaned it.
When he had finished, the big Negro smiled down at her, then turned his head to face Ted.
"You two might as well clean yourselves up while Len gets ready for the next picture."
Ted walked up to Sam and took the cloth from his outstretched hand. Without intending to, Linda found herself comparing the two men. She looked from Sam's black cock to Ted's white prick, and realized for the first time that Ted's cock wasn't much smaller than Sam's. The Negro's organ only seemed bigger because of its color; but in reality, they were the same size. She was still busily studying and comparing them when Ted looked down at her. She blushed when she realized he knew that she was staring at his cock. She turned away quickly.
Sam moved out of her vision, and Ted dropped to his knees beside her. He dipped the cloth back into the pan again and wrung it out. He pushed Linda gently onto her back, and she felt his free hand spreading her legs. Ted pressed the damp cloth against a pool of love juice that had formed on Linda's left thigh, and began to gently wipe it away.
The feel of the cool cloth against her flesh felt good to Linda. She felt dirty after what had happened, and she wanted to be clean again. She closed her eyes and relaxed, as Ted gently rubbed away the traces of semen from her thighs, and then moved the cloth to the open moist lips of her cunt.
Ted pressed the cloth down on the full pink lips and began to rub back and forth gently in slow, circular motions. With each movement of his hand the cloth pushed Linda's cunt lips further apart. She could feel more and more of the damp material slipping into her tender pussy. The feel of the cool cloth being pushed further and further into her by two of Ted's exploring fingers took the act out of the realm of cleaning and put it into the category of sexual stimulation.
Ted was fully aware that he had gone past the point of cleaning Linda's tight little cunt, but he couldn't stop himself now. He could see her swollen outer lips being pushed further and further apart. He could see her stiff clitoris exposed to the warm afternoon sun. The sight of it, stiff and hot, caused him to throw caution aside, and he moved his cloth-covered fingers upward until he was stroking Linda's pulsing bud.
It had been so slow and innocent that Linda had been taken completely by surprise. She could have put a stop to it at any time, but she had failed to see the danger in it. It had felt so good, and the warm glow of pleasure had built in her so slowly that she had received no warning of where it might lead until it was too late. Now her body was moving of its own accord. Her thighs were spread apart, allowing Ted's fingers to push the cloth deeply into her cunt.
Linda began to whimper with pleasure, and Ted found that he no longer had to move his fingers against her bud. She had begun to move rhythmically up and down against him, forcing the pressure herself. With every movement, Ted found her stiff clitoris disappearing from sight beneath the cloth he held against her. He pulled his hand free quickly and dropped the damp material, then returned his fingers to her pulsating bud.
The sight of her spread, swollen lips overflowing with glistening lubricant, and the throbbing clitoris beneath his fingers, the feel of it, hot and pulsing, against his massaging fingertips, pushed all other thoughts out of his mind. He removed his fingers from the flowing slit and was bending his head between her legs.
Linda's whimpering of delight grew stronger when she felt his lips touch in a brief kiss against her hot cunt lips. She sucked in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air with a gasp when she felt the tip of his tongue snake out and love around her throbbing clitoris. Her legs lashed upward around his head. He felt her heels digging passionately into the small of his back, as he began to shove his hot tongue in and out of her in slow, tantalizing strokes.
Ted's big cock surged upward between his thighs. He felt it pulsing hotly as the foreskin slipped back, exposing the vermilion, heart-shaped head to the sunlight. The two of them were oblivious to everything going on around them as the pace of their mutual need built higher and higher. When Len moved forward and pulled Ted's head away from between Linda's clutching cunt, Ted found himself writhing to return to the passion pit.
His eyes met the convict's, but Len said nothing to him. Len turned his attention to Linda's twitching form on the grass and smiled.
"She's as hot as a firecracker. Now we'll get some real good shots."
Linda hardly heard what he had said. The burning fires of desire had completely taken possession of her body. She wanted nothing more than the feel of stiff, surging flesh in her cunt. She moaned and whimpered in frustration, and Len's smile broadened as he watched her. The convict turned toward Ted, who was standing at Linda's twitching feet, his big cock standing out from the heavy forest of glistening black hair at its base.
"We've made her wait long enough ... down on your back beside her, screw."
Ted responded quickly, his chest rising and falling heavily with desire. Len bent down and cupped Linda's face in his hands. He turned her head until she was facing Ted's stretched-out form.
"Open your eyes, baby ... look what's waiting for you."
Linda was moaning softly, as she opened her eyes. At the sight of Ted's thick, pulsing shaft lying hotly against the matted dark hair of his crotch, she gasped in awe. The fires of need that raged inside her had long before overridden her common sense. The pulsing shaft, with its moist, glistening head free of encumbering foreskin, was nothing more to her now than the answer to the deep molten desire that she knew had to be sated.
She reached out her arms to Ted, begging him to come to her. Ted began to roll over. Len reached out and stopped Ted's movement.
"Not this time, screw. Let her come to you."
Linda stifled a groan of need. She was on him.
Her lips found his and ground downward. Ted welcomed them, letting his tongue slip between her teeth and find hers. The feel of her hot flesh twisting and rolling against him, pinning his throbbing organ between them, sent a shiver of delight through him. He let his hands slip down over her back and cup her firm buttocks.
The feel of his hard muscular body moving tantalizingly against her, the big knob of his cock digging into her belly, was enough to push Linda past the point of control. She groaned, and her right hand slipped between them and encircled his pulsing cock. Her buttocks lifted in Ted's hands. She let but a cry of satisfaction as she guided the thick tip of his cock between her open, dripping cunt lips and dropped downward onto him.
Ted groaned with delight, and his groan mixed with hers as his long rigid organ drove deeply into her on the first stroke. They paused unmoving for an instant, savoring the feel of the tight, hot fit. They both went into action, driving it further and further into her on every stroke.
Ted's fingers sunk into the resilient flesh of her ass as she began to move on top of him. He kneaded and stroked the firm flesh, enjoying the sensuous, silk-like feel of her. He was so engrossed in what he was doing, that he only heard the end of what Len was saying to Sam.
"Shove it into her good; make her feel it."
Ted opened his eyes and saw the big Negro moving up behind Linda. He couldn't figure out what Len had in mind. As Sam dropped to his knees behind Linda, Ted painfully remembered the feel of the black's cock driving into his ass. He knew that Sam was getting ready to do the same thing to Linda.
Ted forced himself to dismiss the wondrous pleasure, Linda was giving him, long enough to turn his head to face Len's.
"For Christ sake don't ... she'll never be able to take that thing that way..."
The small convict grinned and looked up at Ray.
"If they don't do exactly as they're told, use the belt on her ass."
Ted watched Ray nod, and noticed the sadistic gleam in his eyes. He knew there was no sense in pleading with them. Len read the understanding and resignation in Ted's eyes. He barked his next command.
"All right, screw, part her cheeks."
Ted didn't want any part of what was coming, but he knew he would only give Ray an excuse to hurt Linda if he refused. He hesitated for a second, then opened Linda's firm cheeks with his hands, exposing the small opening of her anus for the big Negro's dick.
Linda was getting so much pleasure out of rolling and pistoning herself over Ted, letting his stiff cock hit her deeply, that she had no idea what was going on around her. When Sam let one of his long fingers sink into her gaping cunt beside Ted's thrusting shaft, she welcomed it, enjoying the added pleasure it gave her.
Sam sloshed his finger in and out of her a few times until it was well-coated with her free-flowing lubricant. He removed it and placed it against the tight opening of her anus. He massaged gently for a few seconds, then shoved it into her.
Linda's body jackknifed upward at the feel of his ringer sinking into her ass. For a split-second she was shocked by the unexpected stab. As her body reacted and lifted, Ted shot his hips upward. She found herself filled to the bursting point, both front and back. A tremor of delight shot through her, and she let out a deep animal groan. She dropped downward and ground herself against Ted, letting his cock sink to the hilt in her, welcoming the hammering, pulsing knob. Sam stroked the inside of her bowels a few more times, then removed his fingers.
Linda was both relieved and displeased with the big Negro's action. She knew her rear opening wasn't meant for the kind of stimulation he had been giving her, and yet, the action had doubled her pleasure. She found herself wanting it back, as she rotated her hips above Ted, but she wasn't ready for what came instead.
Sam guided his big cock between her cheeks, and when the throbbing knob touched the tight opening, he lashed his hips forward and let the head slip into her. Linda cried out in pain. Her body reacted automatically, pushing backward to force the big cock out of her ass. Instead of accomplishing this, she found herself driving the hot organ even further into her bowels.
As she dropped back down on Ted, Sam came with her. She gasped for breath as both cocks drove fully into her up to the balls. She thought she would pass out. The pain started to give way to a strange, sensual sensation. Her body went limp as it began to spread through her. It didn't take long for her to lose herself in the animal wonder of the feel of the two thick, pulsing cocks driving deeper into her. As Sam moved his hips back, stroking out of her tight ass, she groaned with pleasure.
She stayed immobile, waiting for Sam's weight to come back onto her. When it didn't, she grew impatient for the feel of his big cock. Finally she could stand the immobility no longer. Her body cried out for movement, and she answered it by raising her hips and letting Ted's stiff organ slip slowly out of her flowing slit.
She was oblivious to Len's gleeful laughter and the snapping of the camera as she welcomed the hot length of Sam's cock into her buttocks. Once she had fully engorged it in her broiling anus, she couldn't stop herself from going into the full swing and moving the other way to welcome Ted's pulsing shaft. Neither of the men had to move now as she eagerly did the work for them, her guttural moans of pleasure filling the air around them.
Len stepped back from them and pulled the exposed section of film from the camera. He kept his eyes on the action in front of him, as he impatiently waited to peel the protective strip off the paper and look at the picture. It seemed like hours before it was ready, but a look of satisfaction filled his face as he glanced at the finished photo depicting Linda eagerly welcoming both cocks into her body. Len carefully placed the picture on the ground beside him. He set the camera for the next shot. He turned to face Ray, who was standing to one side of the nude, glistening perspiration-covered bodies twisting on the grass, his eyes glazed with passion.
"She's really going this time ... get out of your clothes; we might as well get some real good shots of her and the screw doing it every possible way."
Ray didn't have to be told twice. He was painfully conscious of the stiff hard on straining at the front of his pants. He welcomed the chance to expose it to the air and free it of its restricting clothing. In seconds he had stripped off his clothing. He stood before Len waiting for further instructions, his right hand circling his pulsing cock.
Len looked up from the camera and grinned at Ray.
"You'd better get in there in a hurry; it looks like they're about to finish in her."
Ray looked at the mass of entangled flesh, searching for a place to shove his throbbing knob. Len looked from the convict to the three bodies hammering together on the grass, and grinned.
"Sit on the screw's chest and shove your cock into his mouth."
Ray was almost past the point of caring how he got his satisfaction, but he hesitated slightly at Len's suggestion.
"What if that crazy screw decides to chew my knob off?"
Len's grin broadened.
"Don't worry; I'll make sure he gives you a good blow job. Now hurry up before they finish."
Ray was stroking his stiff cock. He didn't hesitate any longer. He walked up beside the passion-twisted mass of flesh and lifted Linda's head and shoulders lightly, then threw his leg over Ted's chest. He sat down, letting his balls come to rest on Ted's chin.
Ted was well on his way to climaxing into Linda's quivering form, when he realized that there had been an addition to the threesome. The realization held his release in check. He opened his eyes to find himself staring at Ray's stiff, thick, knobbed cock. He tried to move his hands upward and stop Ray from what he obviously intended to do, but Ray had his arms pinned tightly to his sides with his knees.
Ted twisted his face to the side to avert his mouth from the tip of Ray's cock as he saw a drop of semen appear at the tip. He turned when he found himself facing Len.
The grin had disappeared from the little convict's face, and when he spoke, Ted knew he meant business.
"I don't want any trouble, screw. Remember, I may have to keep you two alive, but there's nothing to stop me from beating the hell out of you."
Ted looked over to the belt dangling threateningly from Len's right hand. He slowly turned his head back to its original position. He could feel the pulsing knob of Ray's cock brushing against his cheek. He opened his mouth to protest; as he saw Ray position himself, aiming his cock.
Ray took the opportunity to shove his aching organ into the inviting aperture between Ted's parted lips. Ted felt his stomach churn as the big cock pushed into him, choking him. Sam let out a groan and pumped his load into Linda. Her reaction was immediate. She sunk her nails into Ted's thighs and ground down against him. He became aware of his own impending release. He was oblivious to the cock rhythmically stroking in and out of his mouth.
Linda felt her climax approaching as Sam ejaculated into her bowels. She let her fingernails rake into the bleeding flesh of Ted's thighs again, and drove herself down onto him, sucking his cock up to the balls into her burning cunt. The feel of it sent Ted plummeting over the top, and he groaned and arched his back upward as his spurting semen ripped into Linda's heaving form.
Linda cried out in delight. The two of them quivered and twisted together, completely forgetting the others. They were lost in the pleasure they were giving each other, and it was a long time before Ted was aware of what he was doing.
He drifted out of the soft cloud of pleasure slowly, still deeply under the influence of the warm afterglow that filled him. He found that he was tonguing the hammering knob of Ray's cock almost lovingly as it slipped back and forth into his mouth. Before he could stop himself, Ray's face contorted above him. He felt the thick knob jerk against the back of his palate. As the hot semen spurted into him, he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed to keep from choking.
When Linda finally came back to reality, she found herself alone on the grass with Ted. His semi-erect cock was still inside her cunt. She felt her muscles tighten around it before she realized what she was doing. She felt the shock move through her and quickly pulled herself backward, letting Ted's cock slip free of her.
She stared downward at it for a second, her eyes on the string of sticky semen trailing from its massive knob to her moist cunt lips. She looked over at the three convicts who were huddled around several pictures laying on the grass. She heard Ray's dirty laugh, and her body shook with revulsion. The thought of her father seeing those pictures was too much.
She stood up and managed to walk five steps. She was emptying her knotted guts onto the warm grass.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The sun was just breaking over the hill as Linda shifted uncomfortably in the cab of the truck and opened her eyes. The ropes had cut deeply into her flesh around her wrists and ankles. She was almost pleased when Sam saw that she was awake and moved off the rock where he'd been sitting. He flashed her a smile as he opened the door of the truck, but she didn't return it.
His soft brown eyes moved from her to Ted's still sleeping form. He tilted his head, indicating to Linda that she was to come out of the truck. Linda looked down at her bound feet, and he nodded and bent to untie her ankles. She stepped down from the truck.
She felt herself buckling to the ground. Before she knew it, she was cradled in Sam's arms. He smiled at her and picked her up effortlessly, then carried her over to the edge of the clearing and set her down on the grass. As he released her, he let his right hand trail unnecessarily over her breasts. Linda gasped from the feel of his hot fingers on her tender nipples. She flashed him a look of displeasure, and he grinned.
"It amazes me that you still have fight in you."
Linda spat her words at him.
"I'll always fight animals like you; any normal human being would."
The expression on Sam's face changed, and Linda almost regretted what she had said. The big Negro looked like a child who had been spanked. Linda could see that she had hurt him, and she almost felt sorry for him.
The big Negro turned his eyes away from her and fished out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He set them down on the grass beside her, then dropped down onto his haunches and untied her wrists. When she was free, he offered her a cigarette, then took one himself and lit them up.
As he exhaled his first drag, he looked directly into her eyes. Linda noted that he still had the hurt expression on his face as he spoke.
"I've tried to be gentle with you ... always..."
He seemed unable to find the words he wanted. Linda realized how deeply her words had cut into him. She felt herself softening toward him.
She managed a weak smile.
"I'm sorry ... it's just that ... "
The big Negro shook his head, cutting her off.
"No, you're right. I've been trying to justify it all to myself, but I can't do it any more than you can. We have been animals, and there's no excuse for it. All I can do is say that I'm sorry, and hope that you believe me."
Linda could sense that he was pleading with her. She bent her head slightly.
"I believe you, Sam, but I can't forget what you've done to me."
The big man paused for a second then he moved his hand to her chin and lifted her face so she was looking at him.
"I really am sorry, and it won't happen again. Len finished the film yesterday, and they're going to take the pictures to your father first thing in the morning."
Linda froze as she pictured her father seeing the photographs. She looked up at Sam. She was going to ask him for help but she realized that the Negro's loyalty had to be with the other convicts, not with her.
Before they could talk further, Len and Ray emerged. Len looked over at them and grinned.
"Up early this morning, aren't you, baby? Eager for a little more screwing with Sam's big cock..."
Linda flushed, conscious of the fact that she had been softening to the Negro, and realizing that it could appear to the sick convict's mind that she was getting cozy with the big man. She was about to challenge Len's statement, but he didn't give her a chance. He turned to face Ray, as the other convict stepped down beside him.
"You and Sam take the camper off. As soon as you're finished, I'll take the screw with me and get him up near the prison. I'll give him a half hour to give the old man the pitch. If he isn't back by then with a deal, I'm coming back here and the broad gets it. You two stay here and keep an eye on her while I'm gone."
Ray nodded. He glanced over at Sam and the big Negro got up and moved over to the truck. In a few minutes they put the jacks beneath the cabin and pulled the truck forward.
Len was busy gulping down a cup of the coffee that Sam had made earlier. Sam released Ted from his bonds. Ted moved over to where he could talk to Linda. His voice dropped to a whisper as he sat down beside her.
"Don't worry, everything will be all right. I'll find some way of getting us out of this. Len thinks he's smart, but he's bound to make at least one mistake. And when he does, I'll have him."
Linda wasn't sure that Ted was right, knowing he was trying to encourage her. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss Ted lightly on his lips.
The feel of her lips on his reminded Ted of how good it had been to fuck her. He felt himself blushing as he realized that that was no way to feel about his cousin. To hide his embarrassment and the fact that his cock had begun to grow, he stood up quickly and moved back over to the cab of the truck.
Len was waiting for him with a blindfold. "Okay, screw, get dressed. I'm going to tie you up again and blindfold you. When I let you out of the truck, you'll have exactly half an hour to get to her old man and tell him the deal. If you're not back by then, I'll come back here and finish her off ... you understand?"
Ted nodded slowly and turned his head and flashed Linda one last look. He took his clothes from where Len had piled them on the fender of the truck and began to put them on.
Linda's eyes played over his bronzed form as he dressed quickly, and she felt a hollow in the pit of her stomach as she watched him climb into the truck beside Len. Up to now she had been able to lean on Ted for strength when she needed it, and she wasn't looking forward to being alone with the two convicts.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Linda took the bacon and eggs that Sam held out to her eagerly. She consumed them fast. The food seemed to help the emptiness she had been feeling since Ted and Len had gone. They had been gone for three-quarters of an hour, but to Linda it seemed like days.
She came out of her own thoughts, as she realized that Ray was staring at her. The convict lounged against the side of the camper, forking food into his mouth slowly and letting his eyes move over Linda's lush nude form as he chewed. She could see that Ray's eyes were taking on the glazed look of passion that she had seen in them before. It sent a chill through her.
The convict was making no attempt to hide his interest in her, and he obviously didn't give a damn if she saw the throbbing bulge at the crotch of his tight pants. Linda found herself staring at the moving bulge, noting the well-outlined ridge around the knob of his erect member. When the convict realized that she was looking, he smiled and put his plate down.
"You like what you see, baby? You want to feel a cock in you again..."
Linda averted her eyes from his crotch immediately, and turned her attention back to the empty plate in her hands. She didn't answer him as she stood up and carried the plate over to the improvised table Sam had set up. Before she could turn around, Ray had moved over to her and slipped his hands under her arms. The feel of his hot hands closing on her breasts sent a flash of revulsion through her. She twisted herself around, using all her strength, and managed to break free of his grasp.
Ray's grin broadened as he studied her angry form. His eyes stopped on her stiff nipples, and he laughed.
"Who the fuck are you trying to kid; baby; look at your tits ... the nipples are eager as hell, and so are you."
He took a step toward her, and she screamed.
Sam pushed the camper door open. He saw Ray fondle Linda's breasts again. The big Negro reached the other man in two steps and hauled him off Linda's shaking body. Ray turned to face the big man.
"What the hell's wrong with you?"
Sam released the smaller convict.
"You leave her alone..."
Ray's angry expression didn't change.
"Who the fuck are you to tell me to leave her alone? You've been screwing the ass off her every chance you get. I'm not that dumb. I know she's got a yen for that big cock of yours. What's wrong, you think you won her or something?"
Sam's open hand caught Ray on the side of the face. Linda gasped at the resounding slap that broke the silence. Ray went down on one knee from the powerful swing. His face turned a deeper red as his anger became more obvious. Ray forced himself to calm down, knowing he was no match for the big Negro.
Sam didn't say anything more. He stepped back and picked up the dishes. He turned to face Linda, then moved over to her.
"You come on down to the stream with me, and we'll wash these.
* * *
Linda leaned back against the tree stump and sucked in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air. She turned her eyes from the bubbling stream and looked at Sam's crouching body. The sight of his big hands laboriously cleaning the plates seemed such a contrast to what she envisioned the big Negro as. He had stopped Ray from mauling her, and she wouldn't forget that, but she wanted so badly to talk to him and get to understand him better.
Sam dried the plates and set them down on the towel. He stood up and faced her. A smile formed on his lips as he noted the color returning to her cheeks.
"You're feeling a lot better this morning..."
Linda sensed that she had been given her opportunity to talk to him, and she took it quickly.
"I'm beginning to think that it's actually going to be over..."
Sam nodded his understanding and moved across from the water to her. The big Negro dropped to the ground beside her and leaned back against the stump.
"I'm sorry for what happened this morning. Ray's a little crazy when it comes to sex. It you understand him, it's easy to see why; he can't help what he does. Len has been keeping him in check, but I guess he thought he could do whatever he wanted with you when Len left."
Linda brushed a lock of blonde hair from her face and nodded.
"Yes, I thought there was something wrong with him ... the look he gets in his eyes when he looks at me..."
Sam nodded.
"He can't help it ... "
Linda exhaled a cloud of smoke and turned to face Sam.
"I want to thank you for stopping him..." Sam shrugged and looked down at the grass between his legs.
"I told you there would be no more. I had to keep my word."
Linda began to speak, but Sam raised his hand to silence her. She heard the sound of an approaching motor. Sam stood up and held his hand out to her. He pulled her to her feet. They started back toward the clearing.
Linda felt her heart thumping heavily as they moved. She prayed that Ted had managed to work things out.
Before they entered the clearing, Ray broke through the underbrush in front of them.
"It's not the truck. I can tell from the motor. Work your way as close as possible to the road and see if you can find out what it is."
Sam nodded and moved forward, his big body making no sound as it moved.
Ray reached for Linda's hand and dragged her back toward the stream. Excitement welled up in Linda as she was half-dragged by Ray. She had no way of knowing exactly what was going on, but her hopes were high.
Ray pushed her down to the grass on the bank of the stream roughly and fell on top of her. He pulled out short sections of rope from his pocket and bound her hands behind her. Linda gave him no resistance, thinking he was simply restraining her so she couldn't break away. Her eyes widened with surprise when he grinned down at her and tied a gag over her mouth.
She stared up in wide-eyed horror as the convict stood up and hurriedly stripped off his pants and shorts, revealing a pulsing hard-on. Ray began to stroke his cock with his right hand, and he lowered his voice to a whisper as he spoke.
"I knew my chance would come, baby. Now you're going to do something for me that I've wanted to do for a long time, but first I'm going to eat that tight little cunt of yours."
The hope that had built up in Linda's mind gave way to fear and shock. She tried to get to her feet, but Ray grinned as he pinned her to the ground with his body. He rubbed himself back and forth against her, and Linda could feel the pulsing knob of his cock against her belly as he moved. He raised his chest from her and bent his head downward.
Linda tried to cry out as she felt her left nipple slip between his open lips, but the gag muffled the sound. She threw her head back as she felt his tongue begin to work over her taut bud, and then his teeth were there, nipping at her. God, it hurt. He is going to bite the nipple right off. Her body thrashed in the grass, but Ray never let up his attack.
His mouth left one bleeding nipple and went to work on the other, giving it the same treatment until Linda thought she would pass out from the pain. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. He was not making love to her, he was feasting on her like an animal.
Linda gave a sigh of relief as his mouth left her breast, but her freedom was short-lived. Ray began nipping his way down over her belly. She felt his teeth sinking into the moist flesh of one of her cunt lips.
She winced with the pain, but Ray kept moving his teeth, chewing all the way around the outer lips of her cunt. Linda tried to fight him, tried to kick at him with her feet; but he held them pinned down with his knees. Pain flashed through her.
My God, he's tearing at my flesh like an animal. He's actually trying to eat my cunt. Oh my God, the pain ... why doesn't he just use his tongue ... I could stand that, but not his teeth ... oh God, he'll kill me...
She was shocked and surprised at how far he had managed to chew his way into her. Her body was reacting to his manipulation despite the pain. Her cunt lips were swollen with blood and parting for his eager teeth.
God, he can't get in there any farther ... he just can't...
She felt his tongue lashing out. It was a relief to be free of the gnawing teeth. She felt herself relaxing a little as the hot tongue began to thrust back and forth into her flowing slit. It stroked in, the tip searching around against her tender inner tissues; then it slowly moved out. The burning lance worked slowly up from the bottom of her cunt to the top, and finally the tip was flaying at her stiff clitoris. Linda found her body beginning to move ... to rotate below him, and accept the moist, hot caresses of his tongue.
She began to moan slightly. As she was beginning to find some enjoyment from his attack, Ray moved his head. Linda was caught in the throes of desire. She had no idea what he was doing until she felt the tip of his tongue moving down the crease of her crotch and then probing at the tight opening of her anus.
She tried to twist her buttocks away from him, but he held her tight. She froze with horror as she felt the tip of his tongue pushing into her anus.
He is an animal ... he's sticking his tongue in my ass...
His fingers moved to her cunt, and he began to thrust them in and out of the sloppy slit as his tongue pushed further and further into her bowels, flicking and exploring the clutching flesh. The feel of his fingers deep within her cunt, and his thumb rubbing against her clitoris made Linda forget about the tongue. Ray shoved his probing lance completely into her ass.
Linda had never known such a sensation. Her hips raised to welcome his fingers in her cunt; and to her horror, she found herself beginning to enjoy the feel of his tongue stroking back and forth into her anus. She began to relax. As she did, Ray was able to tongue her more and more deeply.
The combined sensation was too much for Linda. She forgot everything else, as she felt the explosion building in her body. She let out a muffled scream of ecstatic pleasure and threw herself up at him, as her body convulsed through a blissful series of shudders.
Ray didn't stay with her as she had finished. Instead, she felt him moving above her. The gag was pulled away from her mouth. She welcomed the freedom to breathe freely. She let her tongue snake out over her dry lips. She opened her eyes. She found herself looking at Ray's balls and buttocks as he dropped down onto her face. She tried to cry out, but he was sitting on her before she could scream. Her ears filled with his hoarse words.
"Now, baby ... now you stick your tongue into my hot little hole..."
Linda turned her head and screamed.
"No ... God, no..."
Ray reached for her breasts. He grasped one in each hand and began to squeeze. Linda yelled as the pain ripped through her.
"I said do it, baby ... or so help me I'll kill you..."
The pain became unbearable and she turned her head and let her tongue slip between the parted cheeks of his ass.
She tried ... but she couldn't.
Ray's anger was obvious from the way he was squeezing her breast. Suddenly the pressure was gone. Linda turned her head. She found herself looking up at Sam.
The big Negro was holding a hatchet in his right hand, and the blade was all red.
Linda screamed, and then merciful unconsciousness claimed her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Linda came to, she found herself lying on one of the bunks in the camper. The second she regained her senses, a picture of the blood-covered axe filled her mind.
Sam got up and moved across to her. He reached down with his big hands and grasped her firmly by the shoulders. He spoke gently to her.
"It's okay ... it's all over now. I should have known that it was just a car passing by. He just wanted to get you alone."
There was strength in the big hands that held her, and yet it was a gentle strength. As she looked up into his eyes, she could see the understanding and warmth in them. The tremors of fear and shock that had been moving through her body began to lessen, and she took a deep breath of air into her lungs as she began to relax.
The memory of what Ray had been forcing her to do slowly left her mind, and she watched his eyes move down over her body to the clotted blood on her nipples and tender cunt lips.
Linda became aware of the throbbing pain between her thighs. She moaned slightly. Sam brushed her perspiration-matted locks from her forehead and returned his eyes to hers.
"Just try to forget what happened. I'll get some water heated up and do what I can for the mess he's made of you."
Linda nodded and closed her eyes. The session with Ray had drained her of all her strength. She felt herself slipping slowly into the well of exhaustion that filled her. For a few seconds she was conscious of the fact that Sam was starting the small propane stove and putting water on to heat. Then she was oblivious to all that was around her.
* * *
Linda shifted slightly on the bunk as Sam brought the warm, damp cloth gently into contact with her left nipple. The feel of it against her battered flesh pushed aside the throbbing pain that filled the relaxed bud, and she moaned softly in gratitude as she opened her eyes.
Sam stopped moving the cloth and smiled.
"I hated to wake you, but I don't like to let these go unattended..."
Linda leaned back against the soft pillow. She felt completely relaxed now, and the throbbing flesh where Ray had bitten was becoming bearable. Sam noticed that she had relaxed, and his smile broadened.
"I'm glad you've been able to unwind a little. You don't have to worry any more. I've made up my mind to get you away from here as soon as you feel up to moving."
Linda made no attempt to hide the look of surprise that filled her face. The big Negro could see that she didn't know what to make of his statement. He let the smile fade from his face as he continued to speak.
"None of this was my idea in the first place. I told you once that I didn't like the idea of forcing a woman. If I'd known how far this was going to go when it started, I would have backed out then. I'm just sorry that I didn't. We've done some awful things to you; I just hope you can forgive me for the part I played in it."
He didn't wait for her to answer. He turned his attention back to her battered nipples and began to wash away the dried blood.
The warm cloth felt good as it brushed back and forth gently over her bruised nipples, and she felt the burning throb of pain beginning to disappear. She closed her eyes again and let herself relax as he worked on her.
The feel of the soft cloth on her breasts, moving gently back and forth, began to override her other thoughts. A light, fleeting sensation of pleasure began to warm her body. She opened her eyes and looked down at the moving black hand that held the cloth so gently. She saw her nipples beginning to grow under the soft, tantalizing pressure.
In a few seconds, her vermillion tips were standing stiffly atop the firm hillocks of her big breasts. She had to stifle a gasp of delight each time the warm cloth moved over them.
She opened her mouth to tell him to stop before the mounting pleasure overcame her better judgment, but at that instant Sam lifted the cloth from her breasts and dropped it back into the pan of warm water beside him.
Linda gasped with relief and moved her eyes over to the cloth, as Sam pulled it out of the water and slowly wrung it out. She closed her eyes and relaxed, thankful that she didn't have to battle any longer with the growing pleasure that the feel of the cloth on her breasts had built in her.
The thought of Sam naturally moving the cloth back to her body, this time to the tender flesh of her cunt, had never entered her mind. When she felt it meet the soft blonde pubic hairs between her thighs, it took her completely by surprise. She opened her mouth to stop him, but nothing came out, but a moan of pleasure, as she felt the hot cloth move gently over her cunt lips.
The growing delight, that had filled her, doubled at the touch of the cloth. She couldn't make herself tell him to stop as his hand began to move the cloth back and forth, rubbing against her open cunt.
The session with Ray had worked her to a state of full sexual awareness despite the way it had been done. Her body was crying out for fulfillment. She opened her eyes in a last-ditch attempt to plead with him. She found that the look of compassion had disappeared.
Beads of sweat had formed on the big Negro's forehead, and his eyes were glazed with passion as he stared down at the open, inviting lips of her cunt, mesmerized by the vulnerable pink slit between them. Gone were his thoughts of cleansing her, the cloth in his hand had taken on a new movement, a slow, sensuous dipping and stroking deep into her tender cunt.
The realization that it had gone beyond cleansing for both of them filled Linda, and any justification for what was happening left her mind. She knew that the action was purely sexual, and she had to stop it.
She tried to speak, but before she could form the words, Sam bent his head to meet hers. She felt his tongue slip between her teeth as he kissed her. She ordered her body to fight him, but at that instant Sam pushed the cloth aside and let his finger delve deeply into her cunt, exploring as it drove into her flesh.
A flash of ecstatic pleasure flooded Linda. She found her tongue surging upward to meet his, as her hips lifted up off the bed, sucking his finger even deeper into her flowing hole. As it flicked and probed against the walls of her tender box, Linda felt the last of her will to fight disappear.
The big Negro could feel her giving into the animal urge that filled her. She opened her legs further to give him more room. He began to finger her in earnest, letting another finger join the first and began to stroke back and forth between her eager, swollen outer lips.
Linda began to moan with delight, and her arms snaked up around Sam's head and pulled his mouth and tongue closer to her hungry mouth. The black finger began to go wild in her cunt. Linda's body reacted instantly, rotating and lifting to meet h"m. She could think of nothing, but squelching the insatiable desire that burned through her.
It was like never before. She couldn't remember when the need had been so strong. Her body cried out for satisfaction, demanding more and more from the fingers that sloshed in and out of her cunt.
The fire and desire in her body was telegraphed to Sam. His big cock surged hard and throbbed against the front of his tight pants. He lifted his head from hers and pulled his fingers out of her cunt, as he trailed his tongue over each of her stiff, pulsing nipples and then down over her gently curved belly to the waiting slit below.
The feel of his tongue, leaving a moist, sensuous trail down over her quivering, twisting flesh, pushed Linda even higher up the ladder of desire. She whimpered and tossed her head from side to side on the pillow as she waited impatiently for his tongue to dip into her eager cunt. She could wait no longer for the thrust of the moist, hot, snake-like tongue. She moved her hand down and shoved his head the last few inches to the raised bush of soft blonde curls matted with the flowing moisture of her open cunt.
She heard a deep groan of animal need fill the camper as Sam pressed his lips against her mound in a gentle, passionate kiss. He began to tongue his way around her swollen, outer lips.
Linda let out a cry of ecstatic delight as the tip of his experienced lance tasted her hot flesh, and her eyes moved to the impressive bulge in his pants as the big Negro let his tongue snake forward and dip into her box. It moved gently at first, testing her need, finding her moist sensitive areas. It flicked over the tip of her stiff, eager clitoris.
Linda's head snapped backward, and she cried out in delight as a flash of pleasure shot through her. Again and again, the hot tongue lapped at her until she was a mass of quivering, twisting, perspiration-covered flesh.
Sam moved his hands to the buttons of his shirt. In a few seconds he had it open. He peeled it off and tossed it impatiently to the floor of the camper. Linda opened her eyes, as the big Negro unsnapped the clasp of his pants. She knew that she should turn her eyes away from the massive throbbing bulge below, but she found herself hypnotized by it, eagerly awaiting the sight of it bursting forth to freedom.
Sam kept her hot furnace burning with his tongue, as he pulled down his zipper and pushed his pants and shorts off in one swift motion.
The huge black whang surged upward from its confines and thudded against the matt of dark hair on his hard stomach with a resounding slap. A moan of need left her lips as his tongue began to stroke deeply into her, and her eyes filled with the sight of his huge, unsheathed knob swaying proudly from between his thighs.
A glistening, pearl-shaped droplet of moisture formed in the big slit at its tip, and Linda's body shook with desire as she watched it take shape. Her mind went blank save for the burning, thundering wave of need that filled her.
Sam's mouth covered her open cunt completely. He began to suck and blow into her rhythmically as his tongue titillated her stiff clitoris. The pleasure of the combined acts drove Linda wild. She began to whimper with delight and heave her hips upward to him.
Sam's muscular body was glistening with sweat, as he swung his legs upward onto the bunk and straddled her. He reached for the pillow beside her head on the bunk and lifted her ass up off the bed as he shoved it under her. His lips left her for only an instant; and then they were on her again, driving her mad.
He adjusted his position slightly. She opened her eyes, and found herself staring upward at his heavy balls and long thick cock. The huge organ was poised above her. Sam moved backward slightly, making it easier for him to thrust his tongue deeply into her, the huge, purplish-red knob of his cock resting hotly against her nose.
The glistening droplet that had formed in the slit dropped off and ran down Linda's upper lip into her mouth. Her nostrils filled with the smell of it. She was tasting it. A tremor of animal want ripped through her. Her hands were clutching at the huge, thick organ, pulling it downward, guiding it to her open mouth.
Sam's tongue became frantic in her pussy as he felt her hot hands surrounding his throbbing cock. His hips thrust downward to her, driving the knob of his prick between her lips.
Linda welcomed the thick head experimentally, unsure of what was expected of her, but knowing she had to have it. Her tongue moved forward and began to polish the moist, burning knob. At the feel of her licks, Sam pushed his hips downward again, this time driving the molten organ completely into her burning, moist chasm.
It stayed motionless in Linda's mouth for a second, and she thrilled to the wonder of feeling it throb with life-giving blood. The feel of Sam's heavy balls resting against her nose sent a renewed flash of delight through her. Sam began to raise and lower his hips, stroking the hot organ back and forth in her mouth. She welcomed each stroke, letting her tongue work on the thick knob and delve as far as possible into the dripping slit in its tip.
Sam's tongue flashed in and out of her straining flesh. He sucked with all his strength on her yawning cunt. Linda couldn't believe the pleasure it gave her; it felt as if he wanted to suck the tender inner flesh of her box right out of her. The fires burning viciously in her crotch became unbearable, and she let out a groan of pleasure and thrust her hips up to him.
Sam sensed her crisis, and he drove his cock deeper into her mouth and held it there as he tongued her. The explosion ripped through Linda's body, and she fought for breath, sucking in gulps of air around the big cock that pulsed deeply in her mouth. Her body jackknifed and shuddered with ecstatic delight as he finished her, giving her every ounce of pleasure he could.
She let one final cry of muffled pleasure fill the camper and dropped back down onto the bed.
Sam didn't give her a chance to rest. He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. His tongue was moving in her again. His big hands gently cupped the firm cheeks of her buttocks as he hauled her dripping box down to him. Linda felt the surging need of renewed desire filling her again.
She lifted her head, letting the big cock slip free of her lips. She dropped downward eagerly, sucking it back into the warm, embracing flesh of her mouth. She knew that there was only one way to gain complete satisfaction, only one way to douse the fires that burned in her crotch.
She began to rotate her head, as she bobbed her lips up and down, holding the stiff, throbbing organ tightly between her lips. She had his heavy balls in her hand. She began to stroke and caress them, urging forth the payload of creamy warmth that they held. She felt them tighten in her hand. She began to suck with all her strength on the huge cock in her mouth.
Sam let out a deep groan of pleasure and heaved his buttocks up off the bunk. Linda received her second explosion, only this time it wasn't below where his tongue surged back and forth in her. She felt the huge knob jerk in her mouth. She gasped for breath as a huge gob of thick love juice spurted forward into her throat. She swallowed, and swallowed again, but it kept coming, and she struggled to get it down. It was so hot, so good ... she couldn't get enough of it; and when it began to slow down, she gently squeezed his balls and sucked harder, drawing forth every drop from him.
Sam let out a moan of pleasure as the last of his load gushed forth into her eager mouth. He dropped back down onto the bunk and panted for breath, letting his tongue slip free from her flowing slit. Linda ground her cunt against his open lips and let out a cry of ecstasy as a final surge of pleasure ripped through her.
They lay there, bathing in the sensuous warmth of the afterglow of their lovemaking. Linda's mind began to clear, and she realized what she had done. Horror and shock filled her, and she raised her head from where it was nestled against the sweat-matted hair of the big Negro's thigh and let his semi-erect cock slip free from her lips.
Revulsion filled her as she looked down at the partially covered knob of his cock covered with sticky strings of semen. She threw herself off lam and ran for the door of the camper. When she had finished heaving up the contents of her stomach, she turned and found the big Negro standing by the bunk facing her.
She was unable to look him in the eye. She lowered her gaze, finding herself staring at his massive lax cock swaying gently between his muscular thighs. Sam reached for his clothing and began to pull it on.
"I'm sorry ... I couldn't control myself when I saw you moving like that. I could smell your need, and when you began to flow, I couldn't stop myself from tasting the sweet cream..."
Linda turned her head and leaned against the cupboard, as she covered her ears with her hands.
"Please ... don't say that. . . don't say anything ... it was horrible ... I hate you..."
Sam finished putting on his clothes. He moved over to her and rested his hand on her shoulder. Linda pulled away from him and turned her revulsion-filled eyes up to him. He pulled his hand away and stepped back.
"I didn't force you..."
Linda knew his words were true, and that made it worse, not better. She knew she hated herself more than she hated him.
Sam sensed that he could do nothing to ease the hurt for her. He turned around and picked up some clothing that had been neatly folded on the small counter beside him. He held them out to her.
"Here, put these on. They aren't much, but at least you'll be covered."
Linda looked back at him and took the clothing from his outstretched hand. She didn't care how they fit her. It would be wonderful to be covered again.
Sam made no further attempt to apologize for what had happened. He reached for the door of the camper and pushed it open.
"I'll wait for you outside. You'd better hurry. They could be back any time."
Linda's eyes met his.
"You mean you're really going to help me get away? You weren't only saying that so you could ... so I..."
Sam paused.
"I told you before ... women want what I have. I don't have to trick them."
He was gone before Linda could answer. She looked down at the clothes in her hands. She began to put them on. They were big, and they were far from feminine, but she didn't care.
When she had finished dressing, she reached for the door and pushed it open. She was just about to step down when Sam rounded the corner, and she looked up at him. She could see the fear and surprise written in his eyes. Her ears picked up the sound of the approaching truck and she too felt panic gripping her body.
She stared at Sam, looking for an answer, looking for some sign of hope, but she found none. The big Negro shook his head.
"It's too late..."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Any shred of hope disappeared, as the pickup pulled up. Linda felt her legs go rubbery, and she sat down on the steps leading to the camper, as Sam turned and walked over to the truck.
Len stepped out of the cab and pulled Ted roughly out behind him. He turned to face Sam.
"Get Ray..."
There was an uncomfortable pause, and then Sam got the courage to speak. "I can't ... I killed him."
Len released his grip on Ted, letting him fall back against the side of the truck, as he turned his full attention on Sam.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Linda could see the Negro searching for the right words. She could see the pained expression on his face as he struggled to find the words. Finally he shrugged his shoulders.
"He gave me a hard time, and I killed him."
Linda looked over at Len, waiting for his reaction.
The small convict began to grin, his lips curling up over his yellowed teeth.
"I didn't think you had it in you."
Sam looked at the small convict in surprise.
"You mean you're not mad?"
Len's grin broadened.
"Why the fuck should I be mad? We don't need him any more, and besides, we got all the more money."
She was pleased, as she watched Sam's tensed body relax. She wouldn't have wanted Sam to pay for saving her from Ray's maniacal attack.
Len motioned Sam to follow him, and the two men started for the camper. He stopped before climbing inside and turned to Linda.
"You can untie your cousin while I explain things to Sam."
Linda moved over to Ted and untied the blindfold from his eyes. He looked toward the two convicts disappearing. He looked down at Linda and grinned. Linda's heart jumped at the sight of his beaming face. She knew things had gone far better than she had dared to imagine. She started to open her mouth, but he cut her off with a shake of his head. When he spoke, he was almost whispering.
"Don't say anything; just get me untied. I'll give you the whole story as soon as we're alone."
Linda untied him quickly. When he was free, he put his arms around her and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
At that instant, Len dropped down from the camper and grinned over at them.
"My, my, isn't that cozy? Looks like you two were strangers before we brought you here."
He walked over to them, and his grin faded.
"You two go on into the camper. That's where you stay until this thing is settled."
Ted took Linda's arm, afraid that she would lash out at the convict for his first statement. He pushed her gently toward the camper, and Linda went with him reluctantly. Once inside, they heard Len lock the door from the outside. Linda turned toward Ted, anxious for him to tell her what had happened, but he raised his finger to his lips in warning and moved over to the window of the camper. Linda moved over to where she could see out too. She watched as the two convicts moved over to the cab of the truck and climbed inside. When they had closed the doors and begun to talk, Ted turned toward her.
"It worked out better than I figured. The blindfold didn't do its job, and I was able to remember the whole trip. When I got to meet your dad, I told him exactly how to get here. It won't be long before we're out of this mess."
At the mention of her father, Linda bent her head and moved back to sit down on the bench behind her. Ted had expected her to share his happiness at their good fortune. He was a little surprised at her actions. He moved over to her and dropped to his knees in front of her. "What's wrong?"
Linda raised her head, and he could see the tears glistening as they rolled down her cheeks. She raised her hand to wipe them away before she spoke.
"I can't ever face him again, Ted..."
Ted stood up and shook his head.
"Look, Linda, this is crazy ... I come back here and tell you we're going to get out of all this, and you cry ... what do you mean you can't face him? He'll never know what happened here, if you don't want him to."
Linda shook her head.
"The pictures ... he's seen the pictures. He saw me with those men, doing all those things ... with you..."
Ted reached down and lifted her head.
He was smiling, and she couldn't understand why he was showing no sympathy for her. Ted shook his head slowly from side to side.
"He never saw the pictures. There was no reason for me to show them to him."
Linda's eyes brightened.
"You mean you didn't ... "
Ted shook his head.
"No, I didn't have to. Len wasn't there. All I told your dad was that they wanted the money to let us go; then I told him how to get here, and that was that."
Linda smiled weakly and stood up. She crossed over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She buried her head in his chest and let the tears come.
Ted shook his head in amazement.
"Now what's wrong?"
Linda lifted her smiling, tear-streaked face.
"Nothing ... I'm just so relieved. Oh Ted, it's going to be all right..."
He smiled and pulled her head back against his chest.
"It's not over yet, not by a long shot. Your dad isn't going to be far behind, so we've got very little time to prepare for his arrival. We've got to turn this camper into a fortress, because the second they realize what's happening, they're going to try to use us for hostages again."
Linda pulled herself away from him and forced the tears to stop.
"But what if they try to come in here before he gets here? Won't they suspect something, if you won't let them in?"
Ted looked through the window at the two men talking in the cab of the truck.
"Maybe so, but it's a chance we'll have to take."
Linda nodded her agreement and smiled.
"Okay, where do we start?"
Ted flashed her a grin and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"That's the way I like to hear you talking."
They stood smiling foolishly at each other for a few seconds, both of them filled with the joy of knowing that they finally stood a chance against the convicts. They had a common goal, and they shared the hope of success together. Ted turned and looked around the camper. He nodded toward the door.
"We might just as well start there. We've got to block it off completely and make sure they can't get in. Once we've got that done, we can try to cover up the windows so they can't get to us that way."
They began to move, slowly and carefully piling up everything that wasn't nailed down against the door of the camper. It was slow and quiet work, but when they were finished they knew they were safe. The doors and windows would withstand an assault from the two convicts for at least twenty minutes, and they didn't need that much time before help arrived.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The sounds of shots told Linda and Ted that her father had arrived. They turned to each other and smiled. Ted moved across to the side of the camper. It took all his control to stop himself from pulling away the table top he had palced against the window. He turned back to look at Linda.
"We'd better wait, just to be sure."
She nodded, but she shared his impatience to look outside and see what was happening.
More shots ran out, and then there was silence. The cousins huddled against the floor, waiting. Ted couldn't stand it any more. He stood up and carefully pushed the table away from the window. Linda started to get to her feet, and he pushed her back down.
"You stay there until I make sure it's okay."
Linda dropped back to the floor. Ted bent down and pulled her to her feet. He grinned and motioned her over to the window.
"Have a look."
Linda moved over to the window and looked outside. Relief and satisfaction filled her, as her eyes rested on Len's lifeless body hanging from the half-open door of the truck. She kept her eyes on him for a second, relishing the feeling of victory that filled her. She caught a flash of motion out of the corner of her eye and looked over to see two uniformed prison guards snapping handcuffs on Sam's unresisting form. The big Negro stood motionless, his eyes were resting on Len's bleeding body.
Linda sensed his relief at having it over with. She felt compassion for the big man as he stood helplessly between the two guards. Their eyes met and locked for a second. Her attention was drawn to the other end of the camper where Ted was pulling things away from the door.
She turned and moved toward him just as the door opened. She saw her father and she ran to him, letting him fold his big arms around her. It felt so good to be with him again. She let the tears come, spilling forth freely after the days of uncertainty.
* * *
Linda watched as the black prison wagon lurched forward and started down the gravel roadway. She saw the dust build up behind it. She sighed and leaned back against the soft padding of the seat behind her. Ted tightened the grip of his hand on her shoulder. She leaned closer to him as her father stepped on the accelerator and the powerful Olds-mobile jumped forward.
"What will they do to him?"
Her father turned his head toward her.
"Who?"
Linda sat up straight in the seat. "Sam ... Sam Johnson." The smile disappeared from her father's face. "Don't you worry, honey. He'll get everything he deserves."
Linda was silent for a second; then she spoke.
"It wasn't his fault, Dad. He wanted to help us ... he stopped that other one from..."
Ted sat up and looked at her in surprise. She turned toward him for an instant and flashed him a pleading look. She turned back to her father.
"He was going to help me get away, but the others stopped him."
Her father slowed the car and turned to her.
"Ted never mentioned anything about ... "
Linda was looking at Ted again, and he sensed how important this was to her. He had no idea why she wanted to protect the big Negro, but he couldn't let her down. He looked from Linda to his uncle.
"I guess I must have forgotten with all the excitement and everything. It's just like Linda said. Sam helped us all he could. They would have killed him, if they had found out."
There was a long silence, and Linda waited impatiently for her father to speak. He shrugged.
"This puts different light on things. I found myself wondering how Johnson got mixed up in this thing in the first place. He's always been a model prisoner ... I can't guarantee anything, but I'll see that the judge hears about what you've told me."
Linda let out a sigh of relief and sank back against Ted. She knew that Ted didn't understand why she had wanted to put in a good word for Sam. She would have to talk to him later about what had happened while he was away from the camp. A slight chill passed over her as her mind rested briefly on what had happened, and she wondered if she could ever bring herself to think about it long enough to explain anything.
It was over. She could return to normal, forget all the terrible acts she had been forced to perform. She stood in the shower, letting the warm water splash off her naked body. It felt good to be clean, to be free. She closed her eyes and hummed softly to herself as she let the sudsy soap bar slip across her stomach. She tasted the water as it trickled around her mouth. I feel so clean. So free.
She let the soap slide down to her pubic hair and began sudsing herself. It felt good. She pressed the bar hard against her pubis, grinding it around and around as the water dribbled down her front. Ahhhh, she thought shutting her eyes tighter. Her hand released the soap and it thudded against the tub floor. Carefully, she worked her fingers through the blonde pubic hairs, slipping and sliding them closer and closer to the lips of her vagina.
Wash clean, she thought, spreading her legs and letting her finger drag across the cunt lips. Wash it clean, forget it ... the nightmare ... the need ... the desire.
Her legs trembled as she squatted slightly, forcing her cunt wider and wider. Wash clean ... she murmured. Wash clean...
She was panting, her mouth twitching, her legs shaking ... Her fingers rubbed wildly over the slit and then stopped only long enough to wriggle up into her enflamed cunt.
Clean ... she whimpered, stabbing at herself with her soapy finger ... clean ... oh ... God...
Linda lay in the tub, running her ringer up her twat again and again, trying to shut out the need, the desire the convicts had exploited. As the shower continued its endless washing of her body, it couldn't drain away the lewd desire in her mind.
She thought of them, their huge cocks ramming into her mouth, her ass, her cunt. . . She thought of Ted sucking on her tit, her cunt ... And then she bucked wildly, humping her hips against the tub's enamel as she orgasmed.
Clean ... she begged ... please make me clean ... make me forget ... and her fingers went back, massaging her vagina, seeking the release she knew she would never be able to find from her own prison-the prison of desire.
