Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder....
The women in this book are the victims of immoral people. They find themselves caught in a web of depravity and perversion they never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, they became little more than obedient animals, catering to the whims of their captors.
CAPTIVE COUSINS IN CHAINS-the shocking story of innocent women learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The red glow of sunset slanted through tall trees flanking the lonely mountain road. It cast long, bleak shadows down the narrow, twisted black ribbon of asphalt. Tammy Wilson heard the engine of an approaching car and thrust out her thumb, wagging it desperately, pleading with her bright blue eyes.
An expensive sedan shot right on by, swirling her long honey-blonde hair as it passed. If the driver even saw the shapely young hitchhiker, he gave no sign. He didn't touch the brake as the car swayed around a curve. Then she watched mournfully as it accelerated out of sight.
"Cocksucker!" she snarled. "Rat fucking bastard! Why couldn't you stop?"
Her soft features twisted with grief, eyes squinting to hold back tears. Darkness was closing in, and the girl had never felt so terribly alone.
Her looks brightened when she heard the rattle of another approaching car. This one wasn't going so fast. The balky engine sputtered and a crumpled fender shook, jiggling one of the headlights like the unsteady hand of an old drunk. Tammy wiped her eyes, forced a smile and threw out her thumb. The rusty hulk skidded and lurched to a stop down the road, then it clanked into reverse and came grinding back to stop again right beside her. The front window came down on the passenger side and a thin, bearded man with crooked teeth glanced out, grinning with shameless lust as he looked her up and down.
"Well, lookey what we got here, Boy!" he said to the acne-scarred teen who sat hunched over the wheel, leering from the corners of his beady eyes.
"A right fine young piece, Pa! An' the way she was waggin' her thumb, I 'spect she'd do about anything to get her a ride."
"An' we'll give her a good ride, won't we, Boy? Both of us. Maybe both at once. I'll fuck my big old cock up her ass while your pimpled prick stuffs her cunt," he said, laughing wickedly and throwing open the door. "Come on, honey. Hop in. We're gonna give you the best ride of your life!"
Tammy was backing away, her eyes wide with fright. The two men slid out of the car. The young driver circled behind her to block off Tammy's escape. She turned and saw spittle dripping from the corner of his twisted grin.
"I'll get her, Pa!"
He lunged with brawny arms reaching out. Tammy whirled and dodged to the side, eyes darting between the two men while she slipped out the knife she carried in the sleeve of her windbreaker. She touched a metal button on the handle and her eyes flared as a gleaming eight-inch blade leaped out.
"Don't touch me!" she warned, waving the knife back and forth. "I'll cut the first one who takes another step!"
"Oh, we got us wunna them tough little citified bitches what packs a knife up her sleeve!"
The bearded man smiled as he spoke and he kept moving in, more amused than frightened by the knife.
"Damned if we don't!" The young man was still leering, edging closer, his gaze shifting from the blonde's pretty face to the tip of the thin blade. "You want I should take it away an' carve my initials on the cheeks of her ass?"
"I don't want her ass marked till I've fucked it, Boy, then you can draw a map of Rocklin County, for all I care. Jus' git that hog sticker outta her hand so we can give her the ride she was askin' for.'.'
"Sure, Pa. I like fuckin' the feisty ones best." He edged closer, leering and wet-lipped.
"One more step and I'll slice your cock off!" she cried. Her breath gushed out as the bearded man grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms in a powerful bear hug.
"Now drop the shiv, you little witch, or I'll shove it up your ass along with my cock!" he threatened, prodding her with the huge swelling in his faded jeans.
"Damn you!" Tammy raged, trying to squirm free. The knife was useless with her arms pinned to her sides. The younger one came forward, flicking his tongue, clasping his rough hands on her heaving tits. Tammy squealed and let the knife drop.
"She's got a great set of tits, Pa. Maybe that's where I should carve my initials. Then I could suck blood like that vampire in the motion picture show."
The older man laughed and said: "You're sick, Boy. Just rip off her skirt so we can fuck!"
He kept pumping his hips, prodding with the massive stiffness of an anxious cock. His son mauled her creamy, ripe tits, and none of them saw the sheriff's car until it came screeching to a stop and two tan-uniformed deputies leaped out.
"All right, Zeb. Let her go!" a tall, lean deputy said, cocking his shotgun to accent the demand.
"God damn!" the bearded man complained, but he let Tammy go. "Elroy, you and Waldo are messin' up a real good time."
Tammy breathed a thankful sigh and whimpered: "They were going to rape me."
"They might have," the lanky deputy agreed. "You're lucky me an' Waldo happened by when we did." Then he motioned to their old car with the shotgun barrel and told the two men: "Get outta here!"
"Aren't you going to arrest them?" Tammy moaned.
"For what? Humping ass with your clothes on ain't against any law I know of."
"But the other one was feeling my tits!" she cried.
"Well, shit...." The short, stocky deputy's face split with a grin. "If we locked folks up for that, every man in Rocklin County would be in the slam."
"They said awful things," Tammy sobbed and wailed.
"That ain't against the law either," the lanky one said. "But that switch blade you just dropped sure is!"
The stocky deputy picked it up and examined the cold steel blade as Zeb and his lust-crazed son drove off, laughing and popping open two cans of beer. "Looks like there's traces of dry blood near the hilt," he said accusingly.
"Is that true?" the towering, thin deputy holding the shotgun demanded. "Have you used that pig sticker before, Miss?"
"Yes," Tammy sobbed. There was no sense trying to hold back. They'd find out anyway when they checked her I. D. "It was my stepfather. He came into my room naked last night. He was going to fuck me, like he's done before, but my boyfriend gave me the knife so I could defend myself. When I saw that dirty old bastard, with his prick so big and hot, I wanted to cut it off. He blocked me, though, and I only cut his hand. Mom took him to the hospital, to have it stitched up, and I ran away before they got back."
"Ho, ho! Sheriff Parker's gonna love this! An illegal weapon, assault and a fugitive from justice? We caught us a one-girl crime wave right here in Rocklin County!" Waldo, the stocky one, said.
"It was self-defense," Tammy protested. "I told that old fart I'd kill him if he tried to fuck me again!"
"Tsk, tsk," Elroy said. "I figure that makes the charge attempted murder, don't you?"
"Just as sure as shit stinks!" Waldo agreed. He stepped up behind her, grabbed Tammy's arms and wrenched them back. Elroy slapped on the cuffs, cinching her wrists behind her back.
"Please don't take me in!" she cried. "I know they'll send me home to my mother and that awful man she married. I'll do anything if you'll just let me go!"
"Anything?" they both repeated. Elroy and Waldo exchanged sly looks and their lips curled w into matching lewd grins.
"Your daddy ever teach you to suck a cock?" Waldo asked.
"My stepfather," Tammy insisted. Her tone made it a dirty word. She hated him and detested the two leering deputies even more. Tammy said: "He never wanted me to do that. He was afraid I might bite his cock off, and I would have too!"
"Well, don't you get any ideas about chomping on me, sweetheart," Elroy said, easing down the fly of his tan uniform pants. "You take even one little nip that I don't like, and my buddy, Waldo, will put a bullet where your brains used to be."
Waldo gripped her by the arm and led the girl to the rear seat of the patrol car. Elroy climbed in with her, hunching his lanky frame to get through the door. Flashing a lewd grin, he pulled his pants and undershorts down over his knees.
"You ever suck off that boyfriend who gave you the knife?" he asked.
"No, I've never done it with anyone that way. Couldn't we fuck instead?"
"Sheriff Parker, he gets real pissed if we fuck with a prisoner before he gets a chance."
"But he'll never know. You said you'd let me go."
"Maybe," Elroy teased. "If you do real good, sucking cock and drinking cum for the first time."
"You ... you want me to swallow that awful stuff?"
"He damn sure don't want you letting it spill on u his uniform or messing up the back of a county car," Waldo said.
Tammy felt sick already. She could see Elroy's thick, stubby cock twitch and swell, bobbing up and down before her tear-streaked eyes.
"Just shape your mouth like your pussy hole and fuck your head up and down," he said. "That'll do for a start."
"I'd much rather fuck the regular way. You can even do it up my ass if you want," Tammy moaned. Her stepfather had done that several times, and she knew the searing pain would eventually turn to lewd pleasure.
"I told you to suck, bitch. I ain't fucked a virgin face in a long time."
"You ain't fucked a virgin anything in a long time," Waldo said with a laugh. "Ole Sheriff Parker, he gets 'em first."
"And he gets 'em good!" Elroy said. "He just loves to fuck little blonde teeny-boppers like you. Sweet young cunt makes his cock stand taller 'an the flag pole in the town square."
Tammy gulped, more fearful now than when the other two men leaped out of their car. At least she'd known what to expect from them. With these two horny deputies, and the sheriff they kept talking about, she wasn't sure.
She couldn't take her eyes off Elroy's fat, stubby cock, and its obscene twitching. It was the most grossly lewd prick the young girl had ever seen. His cock looked almost like a fist, rooted in a thick tangle of dark, sweaty hair. Slowly, she bent down, letting her silky blonde hair stream forward to cover the ugly male fuckrod she was being forced to take into her mouth.
"Remember, don't bite," Waldo said, drawing his gun.
Elroy rocked his lean hips impatiently, and he bunched his hands in her honey-blonde hair, forcing her soft, wet lips down to the hot swollen knob of his cock.
"Grungh," she moaned as the throbbing bluered ball touched her mouth. The taste was rank and the odor worse. Elroy's crotch smelled like the inside of a sweaty gym shoe.
"Curl your tongue around that big prick," he told her.
Tammy did as she was told, knowing she had no choice. The salty taste of an unwashed cock sickened her. The pungent smell of his cock almost made her choke, but her tongue reached out and flicked around Elroy's big prick knob.
She crimped her eyes shut in complete disgust. She recalled too clearly how her lecherous stepfather degraded her. He fucked her the first time within hours of marrying her mother, laughing and saying that he'd only married the old bitch to get at her beautiful daughter.
Now, in the clutches of two sadistic deputies, Tammy felt even worse. Elroy kept humping, drilling his fat cock into her stubborn lips.
"God damn, she's tighter than a virgin's cunt!" he hollered.
Waldo was getting a hard-on just watching her silky blonde hair flounce up and down. The ripe domes of her upraised ass were squirming, tempting his long, thin prick.
Elroy snaked out his bony hands, and he began to pop open the buttons of her blouse. "Let's see what you got in there."
Tammy was very full-breasted. Her lush tits stood tall and proud, and she never considered wearing a bra. She wished she had one now, made of cast iron.
Elroy's fingers teased around her bare nipples, swelling them with a restless, pulsing heat. He flicked and twirled them under his fingertips until they stiffened into pointed, red caps.
Tammy hated her own body at times like this. It betrayed her by responding with lusty warmth, just as it had when her stepfather sucked on her tits and stuck his cock into her seething fuckhole.
Tammy bobbed her head faster, sliding her lips to the hairy root of Elroy's thick cock, then drawing back to loop her tongue around its bulging crown again. She hated him, hated what he was making her do, and hated most of all the way it made her pussy shiver and squirm with pulsing joy.
Waldo's breath rasped eagerly when he saw how the lusty little blonde attacked his partner's thick cock. Tough as she was at pulling a knife on Zeb and his son, he had no doubt that she'd end up being tamed in the Sweatbox at the County Work Farm.
Tammy could only think about Elroy's thick cock. His fuckrod strained with tremors of wild delight, and she knew it might spurt a flood of slick cream at any second. Elroy was grunting, fighting to hold back, wanting to prolong the wicked satisfaction of fucking the lush little blonde's face.
Her throat heaved every time she sank down. His huge prick tip filled her throat. Thank God it wasn't long enough to slide down any distance. Tammy felt certain she would strangle on hot prick if it did.
Elroy's efforts to hold back soon weakened under the suction of her clinging lips. Tammy shivered with revulsion, but she had to please the deputy. That was her only hope of escape. She whipped her head up and down, sucking on his blood-engorged fuckshaft with all the fury of her desperation. She didn't even care that he would soon be jetting hot jism into her mouth. Nothing mattered except her freedom.
Waldo couldn't help grinning. He knew that Elroy wouldn't dare let her go. Sheriff Parker would tack both their hides to the wall. The sheriff had another of his special parties planned for Saturday night. This was Thursday, and they hadn't yet arrested enough sexy young women to entertain all of his important guests. When they finished with the young blonde, they would have to scour the country to find more.
Elroy grunted and arched his hips, jamming his cock as far as he could down Tammy's throat. Steaming pressure swelled in his ball sac, so tense and hot that he wanted to scream. He strained one last time, clenching the muscles at the base of his cock.
Boiling cream pressed inside his prick root, with heat and force enough to make his eyes water. Elroy couldn't stand it any more. He cried, threw his head back and let his cock fire.
His roaring moan startled Waldo so abruptly that he almost fired his gun. Tammy jerked her head up as she took the first wet blast of his mighty eruption. She wanted to spit the slimy gunk out, but hated to think what they might do if she did. She gulped instead, and swallowed before his slick cream filled her mouth. Elroy rammed in again and released another searing jet. He loved fucking into a gagging throat. It was more lively and sleek than even the best cunt.
"Gruuuunngh!" he roared. "Huuummmph!"
Tammy bubbled wet sounds, a mixture of delight and disgust. Once she got used to the idea, she actually liked sucking cum. It flowed creamy smooth on her tongue and filled her senses with the odd taste.
But Elroy kept pumping his lips, launching shot after shot. Even with the wild gulping motions of her throat, Tammy found that she could not keep up. His hot slime filled her mouth. It simmered and splashed, and finally began dripping from the corners of her mouth.
"Don't you spill one precious drop!" Elroy warned.
He tightened his grasp in her honey-blonde hair and whipped her head up and down. She wasn't mouth fucking his cock anywhere near fast enough to please him.
Her lips thumped on the base of his cock and the coarse tangle of hair brushed all around. It made her lips squirm, but Tammy did not dare relax her sealed grip.
At last, the wet surging faded away. Elroy hissed, wrenching his gut to wring out one more spurt. He loved to see how the little blonde writhed when sucking his prick down.
Waldo already had his pants half down, holding his big service revolver in one hand while he flogged his long, thin cock with the other. He didn't want to waste a second, once Elroy was through. He wanted to throat fuck the fiery little blonde while her throat was still slick with cream. Though not nearly as thick as Elroy's cock, Waldo's prick was easily three times as long. Catching her still wet was his only real hope of getting this first-time cocksucker to get it all down.
"Hurry up!" Waldo cried. "I want to tickle your tonsils with my skinny whip!"
Tammy cast a glance sideways, and she saw what he was talking about-the longest and thinnest prick that she'd ever seen. She gulped convulsively, and Elroy loved that. It teased up one last twitch and a drop of sweet cream from a cock Elroy was sure had been wrung dry.
"Now it's my turn!" Waldo said. He grabbed Tammy's cuffed hands and dragged her backwards out of the car. "Down on your knees. I want it standing up so I can really work my hips. I'm going to stuff every inch of my skinny prick down your throat!"
Tammy whined and hot cream dribbled from her lips. "You'll let me go then, won't you?"
"You swallow all I've got and make me cum as much as Elroy did, then we'll let you go."
The lie flowed slick and smooth as the silvery jism dripping from Tammy's soft lips.
CHAPTER TWO
"Where the hell are we?" Lynda Banner asked her cousin, who sat hunched in the passenger seat of the small, speeding car.
The younger girl studied a road map, squinting to see in the last slivers of light beamed down by the setting sun. Holly Cooper's long hair was the same soft red as the twilight's last glow.
"According to a sign we just passed, we're in Rocklin County," Holly said. "And according to this map, that's nowhere at all. There's one little town that looks like a fly speck, and it's way off the main road."
"Main road, my ass!" Lynda hissed, wheeling into another tire-squealing curve. "This is more like a fucking cow path!"
"You're the one who wanted to take the scenic route," Holly chided her gently.
"Next time I'll know better." Lynda hauled on the wheel and guided the little car through another hairpin curve. "If I'd stayed on the Interstate, we'd be at the ocean by now."
"I don't mind," Holly said. "I'm enjoying the scenery."
"Well, look quick. It'll be dark in a couple of minutes and this damn road was a bitch in broad daylight."
"Lynda, such language!"
Holly was a small town girl, so strictly raised that she thought saying even the mildest swear word was an awful sin.
Lynda heaved a sigh and mumbled: "I'm sorry." She'd all but forgotten how sweetly innocent her young cousin could be. Both had been born and raised in the same small town, but Lynda had moved to a large city three years ago, hoping to find work as a model.
She had the looks and figure for it. Everyone told her that. She was tall and sleek, finely curved. Her features were so striking that some men almost snapped their necks, turning for a second look, when she passed on the street.
But the city seemed to be full of stunning beauties, all eager to model high-fashion clothes. Lynda worked more often as a convention hostess, touting the wonders of some new sewage disposal system or construction machinery. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it beat typing letters all day in some steno pool, and it got her away from a stuffy hometown that was strictly self-righteous and insufferably dull.
Lynda had learned a lot about life during three years in the city. Now she wanted her cousin, Holly, to share some of that. This vacation trip to a seaside resort was her birthday present to the girl who had just left her teens the week before.
"I'll never know how you talked my mother into letting me make the trip," Holly said. "I've never been away from home before."
"You've hardly been anywhere without your mother looking over your shoulder, I'll bet."
"She lets me go to the Friday night dances at the church social club," Holly said defensively. "And sometimes to the movies with a nice boy, if I meet him there."
"Oh, Jesus!" Lynda rolled her dark flashing eyes. "I'll bet those little nerds don't even try to feel your tits."
"Of course not!" Holly looked stunned. "I'd never let anyone do that."
Lynda sighed and let her mind wander. She couldn't help thinking how much Holly had to learn, and how much fun it would be to give her lesson one. The tall, sultry brunette had learned all the pleasures of sex that two women can share from another model who ate cunt like a cannibal. That lewd delight was the first of many she planned to share with Holly during this trip to the beach.
"Look out!" Holly cried, jarring Lynda back to her senses. A rusty old car, with a wobbling headlight, was coming right for them. In her obscene mental revelry, Lynda had let their car drift into the on-coming lane.
She swerved back and heard the other car's horn blare as it passed only inches away. The acne-scarred young man, hunched over the wheel, screamed: "You stupid bitch!"
"Fuck you!" Lynda replied, reaching her hand out the window to give him the finger after she got the car back under control.
"Lynda, that's an awful thing to do!" Holly said in reproach.
"I know, it was my fault, but he shouldn't have called me a stupid bitch."
"I'm afraid that now he might do something even worse," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"That other car, it's turning around. There are two men in it, and they're chasing us."
"Don't worry, we can outrun that rusty old bucket of shit he's driving!"
Lynda pressed down on the gas as much as she dared and whipped into the next turn with her tires smoking. On the straight and level, Lynda's car would have quickly outdistanced the old clank. But her little subcompact lacked power to handle steep hills without gearing way down. The other car was gaining on them. She could see the glare of its wobbling headlight in the rearview mirror.
The old car pulled abreast of them, and then she could see a bearded man with crooked teeth leering at her. He rolled down the window and said: "It's you who's going to get fucked, Lady!"
"Stick your cock up a pig's ass!" Lynda snarled back, jamming the gas pedal clear to the floor. For an instant, her little car pulled ahead, then in a sweeping left turn the other car pulled even and the driver swerved, crowding Lynda off onto the shoulder.
"Those God damned hillbilly pig fuckers!" she raged, fighting to control a skid in loose gravel. She brought it out and punched down on the gas again.
The old clunker swerved again and this time hit the left rear fender of Lynda's small car, almost sending it completely out of control.
Lynda hauled on the wheel and skidded into the next turn going sideways, dangerously close to a steep drop. And the other car was still bearing down on them. Sweat beaded on her stricken face and Lynda could hear Holly's terrified scream.
Somehow, she got the car straightened out, but she was half off the road and could see a black and white sheriff's patrol car parked on the shoulder ahead. Stabbing the brake didn't help. The sub compact slowed, but still crashed into the back of the patrol car with a sickening crunch. Both women were shaken, but not badly hurt, and they were relieved to see the old car go roaring on by.
"At least they're cops," Holly said. "We're safe now."
"Don't be too sure," Lynda said darkly.
The force of the crash sent the patrol car rolling ahead, and now Lynda could see a startled deputy, with his pants down. A young blonde in handcuffs was hunched on her knees, sucking his cock as though nothing was wrong.
Holly was an innocent. She couldn't imagine what they were doing at first. She blinked and cried, "Oh, my God!" when the startled deputy's cock slipped from the girl's clinging lips and began spurting silvery cream all over her face. "What are they doing?" she asked.
"I'm afraid you'll find out very soon," Lynda said.
A tall, whip-thin deputy came stumbling out of the back of the patrol car, cinching his belt and growling like a mad dog.
"What in the hot fucking hell is going on here?"
"I'm sorry, Officer." Lynda gave him a sheepish grin.
"Sorry?" he roared. "You're gonna be a hell of a lot more than sorry!" Elroy aimed the shotgun through the open window on the driver's side. "Outta that God damn Japanese sardine can, you're both under arrest!"
"Arrest? For what? That other car ran us off the road!" Lynda protested.
"What other car? All I saw was you driving like an ape with its head up its ass. Now get outta that car before I put a load of buckshot through your fucking empty head!"
Lynda stepped out nervously, still trying to force a smile. "Look at my fender. That's where they hit us and forced us off the road."
"A fucking bent fender don't prove nothing except that you're a worse driver than I thought. Stupid cunt, smashing up our new patrol car. Sheriff Parker's gonna shit when he sees that. He'll have your ass, for damn sure!"
"My insurance will pay for the damage. Just fill out an accident report," Lynda said.
"Are they going to pay for my accident too?" Waldo asked. "You scared my willowy prick right outta that little blonde's mouth, made me shoot cum all over her face!" The squat, glowering deputy pulled his pants up, and he stalked over to the passenger side of the ruined little car. "Sonuvabitch, we got us another teary-eyed young teen. A redhead this time. Outta the car, baby. I wanna better look at you."
"Leave her alone!" Lynda snapped. "She didn't do anything."
Waldo laughed, sweeping his eyes up and down as Holly slid out of the small car. "You mean, she ain't done anything yet. She damn sure will!" Leering eyes feasted on Holly's lush, ripe curves.
Lynda gazed in sympathy at the young blonde. Tammy was still down on her knees with her wrists cuffed, whimpering and trying vainly to lick the dripping rivulets of jism off her face. The sleek, towering brunette hated to think of her innocent young cousin being degraded that way. Or worse.
"Holly's never done anything like that," she told the two leering deputies.
"No shit?" Waldo said with a wicked grin. "Is that right, Girl? Are you still cherry?"
Holly just shrugged, her lips trembling. She didn't know what to say. She'd never heard the word used that way.
"Yes, she is," Lynda filled in. "And if you two are really such hot cocks you'd be more interested in a real woman who already knows what to do."
"We just might at that," Elroy agreed. "I ain't never had a piece quite as tall and well put together as you. Come take a look, Waldo. Tell me what you think."
Waldo cuffed Holly's wrists around the door post of the car and told her: "Stay put!"
She whined fearfully and tears welled up in her eyes as the steel cuffs clicked shut. All her life, Holly had been taught to respect law, and turn to a man with a badge if she needed help. Now that she was a prisoner of her supposed protectors, the girl became frightened and terribly confused.
"Turn around," Elroy told Lynda, prodding her with the shot-gun barrel. "Let's have a look at your ass."
"Hmmmm-hhhummm!" Waldo exclaimed. "Look at all that silky long hair. With her skirt and panties off, it would tickle the crack of her ass!"
Lynda smiled and tossed her head, hoping she could distract the two men enough to spare Holly from learning about sex from this brutal pair of uniformed pricks. Her long, glorious mane had the dark, shimmering luster of ranch mink. Elroy's thick cock swelled after only a quick glance. He liked her height and sleek curves, and he liked her long fall of silky dark hair.
"Since we caught us three good-lookers tonight, I don't think ole Sheriff Parker will mind if we fuck just one," Elroy said to his stoutly built partner.
"Especially not if that little redhead still has her cherry when we bring her in," Waldo agreed. "Parker will be so happy when he hears about that, he won't care shit what we done to this tall, slinky fox."
Lynda smiled bravely to encourage Holly, who was handcuffed on the other side of the car. Her plan to spare the young redhead seemed to be working. Lynda thought she could take anything the two men could dish out. Then, if they went through with an arrest on trumped-up charges, she would crucify them in court. She'd been thinking about that, already anticipating the pleasure of watching the lecherous pair squirm. And she had a plan to do that, a plan the two hick deputies and their crooked sheriff would never expect.
Tammy Wilson could not understand the tall brunette's look of supreme confidence as the two men led her to the back of their battered patrol car.
Lynda mouthed the words, "Don't worry," and winked at the cowering girl as she passed. She saw a glimmer of hope in the young blonde's eyes and silently enunciated: "We'll get even in court."
"I want her ass," Waldo was saying as they passed. Both he and Elroy were too delighted by the towering beauty to even notice the silent exchange between the two women.
"You can have her ass. I want to fuck cunt," Elroy said.
"Let's both fuck her at once," Waldo suggested. "Like Zeb and that weird kid of his wanted to do with the blonde."
"Why not?" Elroy was so anxious that he'd have agreed to almost anything that involved fucking this proud bitch.
Waldo pulled down his pants and stretched his bulky frame across the rear seat. His long, incredibly thin cock stood up straight and stiff.
"Take your clothes off," Elroy commanded her.
Lynda nodded and bit her lip. Slowly, she brought her hands up, then peeled off her blouse. She wore a lacy, black, silk bra underneath.
Waldo gaped from his position across the back seat. "Off with the bra too," he told her. "I wanna see and feel bare tit."
Lynda reached back and undid the clasp, letting the strapless wisp of cloth fall away. Waldo chuckled crudely.
"You best watch this one, Elroy. Her tits look sharp and pointy enough to put a man's eye out."
While her arms were still behind her, Elroy slapped on a pair of gleaming stainless steel cuffs, and he clicked them shut.
"That's just in case you ain't really as willing as you pretend," he explained in a chilling cold tone.
The sudden move shocked Lynda, weakening her confidence for just a moment. Then she took a long, cooling breath. It didn't matter what they did, she kept telling herself. The worse it was, the higher she'd hang their asses when they all went before a judge.
"Now let's see the rest of you!" Elroy said as he snaked out a bony hand and ripped off her skirt, not bothering to open the zipper.
"Whooo-wheeee!" Waldo gasped in breathy appreciation.
Lynda's sleek, taut pussy mound was wrapped in a sexy pair of clinging, black bikini panties. Dark, shimmering pussy curls peeked from beneath the slender strip sheathing her cunt slit.
"Turn around," Elroy said. "I wanna see the sexy pussy I'm going to fuck."
"Take a real good look," Waldo said with a snort of laughter.
He hauled himself up and pulled down her panties with one rough swipe of his large hand. Elroy leered hungrily at her dark-furred pussy slit, and he almost fell down in his rush to get his pants off.
"You're gonna like my thick cock in that tiny-mouthed cunt of yours," he said, his breath rasping anxiously. "Back your ass into the car and lay yourself out on Waldo."
Lynda did as she was told, letting herself down slowly. His cock lanced up between her legs, burning hot against her pussy slit, and it stuck far enough beyond to look as though she had a prick of her own.
"Get your hot prick away from my hole," Elroy complained. "Fuck your skinny, long cockshaft up her ass where it belongs!"
Lynda felt uncomfortable with her wrists cuffed behind her. It put a wrenching strain on her shoulders. She arched her back to ease the weight on her bound wrists. Waldo took advantage of that to press his cock against her tightly puckered asshole.
"Hungh!" she groaned. The head of his cock was still slick with spilled jism. It slid into her quivering shithole slickly.
"Hooo, my God!" Lynda exclaimed.
Waldo's lengthy prick already felt like it was pressed into the pit of her stomach, and she hadn't dared let herself down all the way yet. She remained in an arch, grunting and sighing as he humped beneath her asshole to drive his cock all in.
"You best get yourself settled on him real quick," Elroy said. His thick, stubby cock looked like a beer keg come to life. It pulsed and heaved with urgent tremors of desire. The blue veins bulged and twitched.
Elroy hunched as he climbed into the car and crouched between Lynda's long, graceful legs. "You in all the way?" he called down to Waldo.
"Almost," he answered, his huge, rough hands clasping her jutting tits, fingers working to make her ruby nipples sizzle with tingling heat.
"Well, brace yourself," Elroy said. "And move one of your greedy paws. You don't get to feel both tits. I wanna suck one while my cock is splitting her crotch."
Elroy bent down, hammering his cock into her taut cunt slit with a series of swift, brutal strokes. It felt like her tender flesh might be torn by the heat and hammering force of his bulbous prickhead.
His thrusting also slammed her down harder on Waldo's ass-reaming fuckshaft. Lynda had never been fucked front and back at the same time before.
Tammy watched, relieved that it wasn't happening to her. Holly could see only Elroy's feet hanging out of the side of the car, and occasionally the top of his head when he reared high to thrust down hard into Lynda again.
. The brunette's anguished cries rang through the night, wails of pain and torment that made Holly's blood run cold. Her ripe young body began to I tremble. Tammy saw the redhead's pretty face, streamed with tears, and dragged herself to her feet.
"It's going to be all right. She was trying to tell me that we'd get even with those bastards in court," she reassured Holly.
"Oh, God ... I hope so," the redhead whispered, feeling sick with fear. Even though she couldn't see, she had some idea what must be going on in the back of that car.
When the pitch of Lynda's tormented wails began to change, it startled both of the young girls, Holly most of all. "It ... it almost sounds like she's enjoying it," she stammered.
Tammy shrugged. "That happens sometimes. Your body starts to like things that your mind can't stand."
"I never would," Holly said flatly. "It sounds so disgusting to me!"
Lynda wailed shrill cries, and she began screaming: "Fuck me! Both of you! Harder. Faster. God damn it, fill my pussy. Burn my ass!"
Holly winced, more horrified by every word she heard. It was hard for her to accept those demanding cries as coming from the cousin she thought she knew.
"Huummm, yeah!" Lynda's obscene grunts of satisfaction sounded between stinging slaps of flesh as two sets of hairy loins drilled and hammered on her from above and below.
Vengeance, now, was the furthest thing from her mind. She felt the cunt-straining delight of Elroy's thick cock slamming down, pumping into her, while Waldo hissed hot breath and viciously fucked into the clinging tube of her ass.
Her frenzied writhing en flamed their senses. Even though Tammy had sucked them both off only a short time before, the brunette had their cocks surging again.
Lynda had started by thinking she'd wear them out. Now she was hoping their two spearing cocks would last until the climax she felt swelling could reach its peak.
"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Make me cum! I want to feel it in my ass and cunt at the same time!" she cried.
The panting deputies both stiffened, rigid in the torture of impending delight. Their straining balls ached, swollen with fresh loads of cum, steaming to get out.
"Do it now!" Lynda wailed. "Let both your cocks fire. I want to feel hot jism in both of my holes. Hhhhoooo, that will make my climax complete!"
"Haaargh!" Elroy snarled, slamming down.
"Unnngh!" Waldo groaned, taking the weight of the writhing pair and fucking back hard with his slender prick.
Two searing jets fired at once, gushing and spraying both sides of the thin wall between Lynda's pussy and ass. She'd never felt such an oddly thrilling sensation, a double climax that rocked her front and back and started a frenzied pulsing in both her holes.
Lynda screamed one last shrill cry of intense joy and then fell silent, grasping for breath. In the stillness of the night, Holly could hear mumbled words of satisfaction and weary gasps as the three tried to catch their breaths.
Holly began to wonder what kind of plan her cousin had in mind to avenge this ravaging abuse. Lynda was sighing so contentedly, the young redhead worried that her cousin would do anything at all.
CHAPTER THREE
A night spent tossing on a lumpy mattress in a cold jail cell rekindled Lynda Banner's seething desire for vengeance. Slick cum dripped from her pussy and ass no matter which way she turned.
Elroy and Waldo had traded places and double-fucked the lithe beauty three more times before taking the woman to jail. Lynda's twat and her shithole were both over-filled. Oozing jism spotted the rough, blue denim dress they'd forced her to wear, and the spreading stains turned bitter cold in the chilling dampness of the stone-walled cell.
Lynda's anguished fury was increased when she heard Holly's pathetic sobbing in the next cell. The girl was in the grip of hysteria, tortured by lewd visions of things her innocent young mind could not fully comprehend. With a solid stone wall between them, there was little that Lynda could do to comfort her. Consoling words became lost in the noise of Holly's wracking sobs.
In a cell on the other side, Tammy Wilson made no sound at all. The young blonde had resigned herself completely and let her mind sink into a trance-like state of despair. She stared blankly at the ceiling above her bunk, hardly aware of the steel band and length of chain that bound her ankle to the foot of the bed.
Tammy didn't care what else happened to her in Rocklin County. The deputies, Elroy and Waldo, had suggested some terrible things, but nothing frightened Tammy more than thinking she might be sent home to her lecherous stepfather. After slashing his hand with a switchblade, the vicious old bastard would be worse than before. And her mother was no help. She refused to believe what Tammy had tried to tell her about him.
Lynda finally drifted off to sleep as the red glow of dawn filtered through the barred window set high in the wall above her head. Her fitful tossing rattled the heavy leg chain, but even that clanking sound and Holly's tortured wails no longer disturbed her.
Several hours later, she awoke with a start when the steel door of her cell clanked open.
Elroy came in grinning like a fiend. He said, "On your feet, bitch!" and bent down to unlock the metal band securing the end of her chain to the bunk.
Lynda sat up, blinking, sweeping back a silky tuft of hair. He clasped the open jaw of the steel band around her left ankle. "That's so you won't try to run and miss your day in court."
"You don't have to worry, you son of a bitch. I wouldn't miss it for the world!"
"Yeah, you were prattling something about that when we brought you in last night."
"You're damn right. This morning it's my turn. I'll have your ass and Waldo's too!"
Elroy laughed and pinched the taut cheeks of Lynda's ass as he pushed her into the hall. The lanky deputy was still chuckling when he'd collected Holly and Tammy, both of them with their ankles chained.
"The courtroom is right through that steel door, at the end of the hall," he said, stepping around behind them.
Lynda, Holly and Tammy all started off stumbling, able to take only short steps because of their chains. Elroy prodded their ripe asses with a billy club, enjoying the way that made them jump.
"You best learn to hop," he said with another crazy laugh, "cuz it's a kangaroo court you're goin to!"
* * *
"Hear ye, hear ye! The court of Rocklin County is now in session." Waldo stood on the other side of the steel door chanting the announcement to an empty room. "Judge Armand B. Nathan is presiding."
As if waiting for that cue, the judge came striding in through another door. He had a long, scrawny neck, a bald head and a huge hooked beak for a nose. With his black robe streaming, he looked like a vulture swooping into the room.
"Well, well, well ... what have we here?" Judge Nathan's beady, little bird eyes settled on Holly as he sank into his big leather chair. Even the loose-fitting, denim jail dress did not do much to disguise her abundant and freshly ripened curves. With tears dotting her cheeks, Holly looked so tempting and vulnerable that his aged cock began to throb.
Judge Nathan leered down from the bench, slowly wetting his thin, almost colorless lips. He turned his piercing gaze on Lynda next. She stood beside Holly, with an arm curled around the girl's waist to comfort her.
"What's with these two?" the judge asked Elroy. He stood on the other side of Lynda, with her upper arm damned in the grip of his bony hand. : ' I
"They're charged with willful destruction of public property, reckless driving, and-"
Lynda broke in with icy calm. "We want a lawyer."
"A lawyer?" The old judge laughed, almost choking as he repeated the word. "What for? Your trial is over. You're guilty as charged and will be confined in the Rocklin County Work Farm until such a time as your insurance company gets around to buying us a new patrol car."
He rapped his gavel, ending the case.
"I have a right to make a phone call," Lynda insisted.
"That you do. And I suggest you call your insurance agent. If the company is as slow as most, you'll both be with us for a very long time."
"I'd rather call our other cousin. She'll take care of all that," Lynda said, restraining a smirk of confidence.
"All right," the judge agreed. "Whatever you think best. Waldo, bring this lady the phone. Wake up that old bitch who works the switchboard and tell her to put through one call."
Waldo brought the phone, trailing its long cord to the front of the judge's bench. "What number you want?" he asked Lynda. She told him, and the deputy repeated it to the switchboard operator. He handed Lynda the receiver when it started to ring.
"Hello?" she said with a thankful sigh. "I must speak to Sheila Cooper. This is her cousin, and it's urgent."
Holly's look brightened as soon as she heard the name. "Sheila, of course! Why didn't I think of that? She works for the-"
"Ssshhh!" Lynda hissed. "Hello, Sheila? This is Lynda." Her voice quaked. "Er, listen carefully. I can make only one call. Holly and I are in serious trouble. We got arrested in Rocklin County on phony charges. Two of the deputies ran my ass through the wringer, if you know what I mean. Yes, that's it exactly. And I think they'll do worse with Holly if they get half a chance. Can you help us? Your office, I mean. Oh, good! Thank God! We'll see you then."
Lynda handed Waldo the receiver and said: "Here, flunky. Now you can hang up the phone, and get ready to hang up your badge. My cousin, Sheila, works in the office of the State Attorney General, Special Investigations branch. They bust crooked cops and old judges who've never heard of the Bill of Rights."
Waldo's face paled. Elroy's grip went slack and his hand jerked away from Lynda's arm as though her flesh had suddenly turned red-hot. Only the crusty old judge remained calm. His drawn lips curved into a malicious grin.
Tammy Wilson gazed at him blankly, so lost in her tangled fears that she had no idea where she was. Judge Nathan studied her vacant stare, then thumbed through a report he had before him on the bench.
He made a point of ignoring Lynda and Holly. They hadn't stopped smiling since the call went through. It was like they expected shit to rain down on him any second. Unconcerned, he mumbled odd phrases from Tammy Wilson's file.
"Slashed the hand of her stepfather with a switchblade. Claims that he'd raped her repeatedly. Both parents deny that, and they say the girl is distraught."
He glanced at the young blonde again. Her glassy eyes had not moved. Hep expression remained unchanged.
"With the last, I have to agree. She looks like a real psycho case to me," the judge said. "Elroy, take her to ole Doc James at the County Farm. Leave that luscious little redhead there with Val, and tell that bitch I want her still cherry when the party starts."
"Yes, sir!" Elroy was smiling again. He grabbed Holly's arm and wrenched her out of Lynda's protective grasp.
"Damn you, no! You can't do this!" Lynda yelled.
She lunged after the lanky deputy who was leading the two younger girls toward the main door. In her fury, Lynda forgot how short the chain was that bound her ankles together. She tripped and sprawled on the courtroom floor.
"Pick her up," the judge told Waldo, "or drag her by the hair if she wants it that way. But take her back to a cell in the main jail. I'll have Sheriff Parker stop by in person to explain how things work here in Rochlin county."
"Explain what?" Lynda demanded as she dragged herself to her feet.
The men were all smirking, as if enjoying a joke that she didn't understand. Holly was sobbing pitifully, being forced out the door, and there wasn't a damn thing that Lynda could do. Waldo had a foot planted firmly on the short length of chain that bound her ankles together.
"Oh, well," began the judge with a wry grin. "Sheriff Parker will tell you how he and I frequently entertain all the truly important men in this state. He and I will have to decide later which one of our distinguished guests will get the honor of popping your cousin's cherry."
"You stupid shit, don't you know what kind of trouble you're in now? I called my cousin Sheila, and she works for-"
"Yes, yes, I know. And your call will no doubt have an influence on our decision. The honor of fucking sweet, little Holly what's-her-name for the first time will probably have to go to one of my oldest and dearest friends."
"Who's that?" Lynda asked, starting to think the old man was nuts.
"Why, haven't you guessed? The State Attorney General, of course."
* * *
Lynda's cell door had not been shut five minutes when the heavy still slab rattled open again. Sheriff Enos Parker walked in, and he kicked it shut behind him. He stood glaring down at the tall beauty who was chained by the ankle to her iron-framed bunk.
"So, you're the smart-ass city bitch with relatives in high places," he sneered in complete contempt.
Parker was a huge man, paunchy in the gut but muscled elsewhere like a Brahman bull. He laughed so hard that his chest shook, a sound like a rock slide echoing from the mouth of a cave.
"I hope your cousin, Sheila, is as sexy as you, because I'm gonna fuck her too if she's fool enough to set foot in Rocklin County," he sneered.
Lynda sagged back, not knowing what to say. Her last hope of escape had been shattered by Judge Nathan's parting words. And now she'd lured Sheila into the same trap. She felt a cold, hard knot of loathing tighten in the pit of her stomach.
Sheriff Parker grew impatient waiting for a reply. He loosened his broad, black leather belt and stripped it from the loops of his sweaty, tan uniform pants. He gripped the buckle in his hairy fist, then launched a vicious side-arm slash that laid the patterned strap hard across her face. Lynda screamed, and the slap of tanned leather on tender flesh rang off the stone walls of the cell. A blazing red welt flared across her cheek. With hardly a pause, Parker whirled the other way and lashed her across the other cheek. Lynda's head whipped around, her long hair flying into a tangle of disarray.
"You're lucky I'm giving an important party tomorrow night," he told her. "Otherwise, I'd whip you good and leave welts that would burn for a week." He lowered his hand and let the belt trail on the floor at his feet. "Pull off that ugly jail dress," he told her.
Lynda was moaning, her face reddened and twisted in pain. Slowly, she hunched up and pulled the dress off over her head, cringing at the thought of where the lash might strike next.
"You said you was gonna have Elroy's and Waldo's asses," he said with a cool grin. "But now you know that ain't how it's gonna be." He laughed uproariously; a deep, throaty sound. "So I'm giving you my ass instead."
Parker turned and dropped his pants, pulling down his sweat-stained shorts at the same time. The hairy crack of his ass looked as dark and depressing as the wooded canyon where she was arrested the night before. Enos Parker backed toward her until his rank-smelling asscleft came within an inch of her nose. His big hands reached back and snagged two fistfuls of silky hair. He pulled forward, tugging on the two long strands, until they circled his massive waist like a belt. This yanked her head forward, forcing her lips to touch the grizzly-haired split of his ass.
Parker grinned and squiggled his hips. He could feel her lips trembling in disgust. He looped the two strands of hair into an overhand knot at his waist and cinched it tight, pulling so hard that her scalp burned worse than the welts on her cheeks. Her nose sank into his hairy asscleft, and her quivering lips touched the dark, puckered rim of his shithole.
"Kiss it, baby," he demanded. "You wanted ass so bad, now you got it!"
Lynda winced and held her breath, kissing him uncertainly on the ass.
"Oh, come on! You can do better than that. Kiss my ass like you're in love with it, or I'll whip yours till you can't sit down!"
"You dirty bastard," she muttered through lips half-smothered in the crack of his ass. Lynda kissed the dark, rumpled hole again, nibbling on it with her warm lips.
"Now fuck it with your tongue," he said.
"No!" Lynda cried, trying to pull her head away, but he was holding her knotted hair too tightly, teasing his giant cock with the mink-soft strands.
"The only way to save your ass now is to fuck mine and make me like it," Parker warned. "Otherwise, I'll turn you over to my cousin, Val. She runs the County Work Farm, and she'll have you hoeing weeds in a corn field from dawn until dusk."
For a moment, Lynda thought that might be better. Just kissing the rim of his ass had filled her mouth with a foul taste. The idea of running her tongue into the hole sickened her.
"While you're sweating and swinging a hoe, you can watch me teach your cousin, Holly, to suck cock. The judge wants her still cherry when the party starts, but that don't mean she can't take a big, hairy cock down her throat."
"Uuunnngh," Lynda groaned. She'd never felt so helpless. "All right!" She prodded him reluctantly with her tongue, and Parker cinched the knot in her hair tighter still, burying her face in the rancid crack of his ass.
"I said, fuck it! Ram your tongue in as far as it will go, or I might be tempted to ass-fuck little Holly."
Lynda thrust with her tongue, spearing it into his wringing, tight hole. The nauseating taste almost made her choke, and the acrid smell burned in her nose.
"Hhhhmmmmm, that's pretty good. Now reach around in front and pump my cock. I want you to feel that big fucker so you know what you're tryin' to spare that little redhead from."
Lynda reached around his stout waist, and she fingered his long fuckshaft, which nestled in the tangle of her silky hair. His prick felt enormous, so long that she could clasp both hands around it with room to spare, so thick that she could hardly encircle it all.
Her heartbeat quickened, and her breath rasped in anxious gulps. It was the biggest cock she'd ever touched, so long and thick and aching hard. His prick started a seething in her cunt, waves that brought dripping honey to the lips of her fuck tunnel.
"Jack it off, bitch! I wanna see if you can make me cum hard enough to shoot jism on the far wall. And keep your tongue fucking, I'm kinda getting to like the way you do that."
Fingering his huge fuckshaft helped Lynda forget where her tongue was. It muted the bitter odor that, only moments before, had her about ready to puke.
She pumped both hands on his big cock, fingering the fat cumpipe lining the underside. She twirled waves of silken hair around his prick knob and stroked a rim so thick that his cockhead felt like a doorknob.
Breathless, she fucked her tongue heartily into his shithole. Her tongue writhed and twisted as it pressed the dank walls apart, and hooked up as she drew back.
"Hhhaaahhh," Parker gasped.
He liked watching his big cock in action, swelling and throbbing in response to her stroking. He also liked the willing way she reamed his ass with her tongue. Sheriff Parker enjoyed every aspect of taming this sleek, tall bitch for the pleasure of the important men who helped keep him in power.
"Oh, I really want you to fuck me!" Lynda said eagerly between tongue strokes. "I love your big hot prick!"
"Make it cum right now. I don't like to start fucking with a full load. I like it to last a long time.
I wanna fuck until your pussy smokes!" Parker answered.
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
Lynda stabbed back in with her tongue. The heaving spasms of delight inside his ass were like those surging in her cunt. Her hands drummed faster, blurring up and down his giant fuckshaft.
Parker tensed, letting the sensation of heat and power strain in his balls. His jaws clenched. His eyes narrowed and watered in agonizing delight. Then, with a roaring gush of breath, he rocked his hips and let his cock fire. A silvery streak of jism arched across the cell. It hit the wall six feet away. Lynda heard the splattering sound and moaned, jetting hot breath up his ass.
His bucking prick fired another wet blast. Lynda's curved fingers felt the cock tube swell, then convulse, only to swell again with another charge. She'd never felt such a violent surging of force. It made her pussy shiver with waves of excitement. The frenzied spurting went on a full minute, until her pulsing fingers had finally wrung his cock dry. The stone wall facing the panting sheriff was dripping with a cascade of hot jism.
"Hhhooo," Lynda whined when she saw the extent of his eruption for the first time. "You must have pumped out half a quart."
"Don't worry, I'll have another load that size before I get enough of your fucking cunt," Parker said. "Lie back and spread your legs. I'm about ready for the main event."
"And I'm ready for anything!" Lynda cried.
"That's good," Parker said, taking his cock in his hand. "Because when I said I don't like to start fucking with a full load, I meant either way." He gave a grunt and started to piss, aiming the hot, yellow stream at her face. "That's to make sure you remember who's in charge around here!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Sheila Cooper rushed to see her boss, the Chief Investigator, as soon as she put down the phone.
"I've got something really hot," she told him.
He winked and replied with a smile: "Yes, I'm quite sure you do." His appreciative gaze had settled on the delicate hump of her pussy mound, regretting that its tempting shape was masked by the thick fabric of a tweed suit. "And what you've got would look a lot better if you wore more feminine clothes."
Sheila gave an irritated sigh. "I don't mean that." She disliked being seen as a sex object.
"I mean it!" Her boss had been trying to coax Sheila into bed ever since she started to work in his office. "If you let all that auburn hair out of that awful bun ... if you wore contacts instead of thick, horn-rimmed glasses, and maybe a frilly blouse that lets the shape of your tits show...."
"You hired me for my legal mind," she said sternly.
"Yes, of course. I'm mad about that brain of yours, but why not show off a little more of the lovely package it comes in?"
Sheila gave another long sigh. She was weary of this kind of talk. Striving for success in a male career field had dulled her desire for normal sexual relations. She hated to show herself vulnerable by submitting to any man. She much preferred showing her strengths by beating some less skilled male lawyer in court. That almost gave her an orgasm, and it happened often enough to satisfy Sheila's mind.
As though summing up for a jury, she asked: "Do you remember that complaint that came in a few weeks ago? The woman who said she was arrested in Rochlin County and forced to submit to disgusting and degrading sexual abuse?"
"I remember. I handled the case myself and couldn't find a shred of evidence to support her charges."
"Well, I think we can get evidence now. My two cousins have been arrested in Rocklin County. They're being held without bail on trumped-up charges, and one of them has been brutalized already."
"Er, why don't we discuss these developments at lunch? We can have a few drinks, then find some nice quiet place to go over the whole file?"
"I don't have time for that. I want to go to Rocklin County and blow the lid off!"
"Sheila, take my advice. Drop it. Stay out of Rocklin County. If you want to blow something, I've got a much better idea-"
"Men," she snarled. "All you can think about is sex. How can you be so blind and pigheaded? Is your brain dangling between your legs?"
"I said, drop it! Stay out of Rocklin County. That word came down from the Attorney General himself."
"I don't care if the words came from God! My two cousins are there in the clutches of a depraved sheriff and his perverted little band of sexual misfits. I don't care what the A.G. says, I'm going up there. I've got vacation time coming, and I'm taking it now. I'll get Lynda and Holly out, and I'll bring back enough evidence to put that deviate Parker and all his kinky-hick cronies behind bars where they belong!"
He sighed as she slammed the door. He was thinking what a different woman she'd be when she returned. That brought a lusty smile of anticipation to his lips.
He'd attended one of Sheriff Parker's special parties during the investigation, and he knew better than Sheila what she was getting herself into.
* * *
Holly stumbled down the granite courthouse steps. Weighted and thrown off-stride by the heavy chain binding her ankles, she might have fallen and fractured her skull except for the tight grip that Elroy kept on her upper arm.
"Where are you taking us? Why can't I be with Lynda?" she gasped in alarm.
"Because she's with Sheriff Parker right now, and you wouldn't wanna see that. You're goin' to the County Work Farm. The sheriff's cousin, Val, is gonna take real good care of you. Judge's orders. Val's a fine lady ... just a little strange in one way."
"Strange in what way?" Holly asked fearfully. Everything about this awful place seemed strange to her. She was sorry now that she'd ever left home and the security of her strict mother's watchful eye.
"Strange in that she has a clit almost the size of your little finger," Elroy said with lewd grin. He had an idea that the young redhead would be sucking that deformed organ very soon, and that was a sight which Elroy would have given a week's pay to watch.
"A clit?" Holly repeated curiously. "What's a clit?"
"Oh, Jeeezus Christ!"
Elroy pushed her onto a bench in the back of a van with barred windows in the rear compartment. Then he shoved Tammy in beside her, wondering if even Doc James could break through the young blonde's lost and vacant stare.
* * *
The sign in front read: ROCKLIN COUNTY WORK FARM. It made Holly think of the many small farms surrounding the little town where she grew up-green pastures, red barns and white wooden fences. Then she winced. What lay ahead looked more like pictures she'd seen in her history books, grim photographs of Nazi concentrations camps.
A twelve-foot chain-link fence surrounded the huge compound, and that was topped with a vicious tangle of barbed wire. Guard towers loomed tall at the four corners, spindle-legged structures that bristled with rifle barrels.
Holly's spirits drooped when the heavy mesh gate clanked shut automatically behind the slow-moving van.
She was only thankful that Sheila had been warned, that she was on her way. Of her two older cousins, Holly admired Sheila the most. Lynda was more fun to be with, but Sheila had graduated with honors from a law school that once would accept only men. The whole family respected her achievements, and Holly was counting on her now. The innocent young redhead had not heard Judge Nathan's parting words.
A lean, gaunt figure stood waiting outside the Administration Building. Holly assumed it was a man at first. The cropped hair, high boots, tan uniform, black leather belt and thin strap looped over one shoulder-it all fit her image of a Nazi storm trooper. It surprised her when the glowering figure spoke as Elroy lifted Holly from the back of the van.
"I'm Valery Parker, the sheriff's cousin and superintendent of the County Work Farm," she announced, extending her right hand.
Holly shook it reluctantly, not knowing what else to do. I ... I'm pleased to meet you," the young redhead answered politely.
"You won't be so pleased once you get to know her," Elroy sniggered in her ear. Then he turned to the mannish woman and told her: "Judge says she's got to get special treatment."
"Armand already called. I know, keep her cherry until the party tomorrow night. Now get that little blonde nut-case over to Doc James ... and then get busy. We're still short a couple of tempting little treats, and we cannot afford to disappoint even one of our important guests."
"No, Ma'am."
Elroy managed a listless salute, but his hackles were bristling like guns from the guard tower. He hated taking orders from a woman, especially from a titless bitch with a face hard enough to break rocks.
"This way to my private office," Val said, taking Holly by the hand as the van headed off toward the medical building with Elroy still snapping curses while he hunched over the wheel.
The office was as severe as the woman herself, barely furnished, totally lacking in feminine frills.
"Sit down," Val snapped, pointing to an oak chair set beside the desk.
Holly settled herself uncomfortably, trying to think how long it would take to reach Rocklin County from the state capital where Sheila worked.
Val Parker was glancing down at a collection of papers on her desk.
"This report says that you're a virgin, that you know almost nothing about sex."
"That's right," Holly answered, feeling proud and frightened as well. Men had often looked at her as Val was now, but never a woman. They were supposed to be soft, gentle and kind.
"How did a tawny little bitch like you stay cherry past your teens?"
"That's the way I was raised."
"Aaah, yes. Ignorance is bliss. What you don't know can't hurt you. I can almost hear your mother's voice now." Val's scorning smile turned suddenly cold. "I'll bet that when you had your first period, you thought you were bleeding to death."
"How ... how did you know?"
"I've met quite a few innocent girls in my work," Val answered. She unbuckled the strap looped over her shoulder and began popping open the buttons of her tan uniform blouse.
Holly gaped in awe. She'd never watched another woman undress before, not even in her high school gym class. The school provided little private stalls for the girls.
She had become aware of her own body, of course, since her tits had swollen into soft, red-tipped mounds, and since a lush furring of tawny hair had sprouted over the tender cunt slit that she had been taught never to touch.
Val Parker's body was nothing like that. Her tiny nipples looked like dark red dots painted on an adobe brick wall. Her ribs appeared to be slats above a stomach as flat as a board.
"I'm not as lush and ripe as you," Val said, "but my nerve ends all work the same. Stupid men all seem to think that tits must be like balloons to feel any sensation."
Holly tried to swallow the lump in her throat before it strangled her.
"Men are often selfish and greedy in their demands," the girl said, mouthing one of her mother's frequent warnings.
Val Parker laughed in disdain and started to pull down her pants. The tender young redhead meant to speak, but when she saw the black muff of Val's cunt hair emerge, a startled gasp sucked the words down her throat. There was something strangely exciting about that V-shaped wedge of tangled curls.
"Our goals may be different, but men and women are all animals underneath. Our instincts prevail in time of stress. We all fight to win; and if not to win, at least to survive," Val said.
The message was lost on poor Holly. She'd become entranced by the sight of Val Parker's dark-lipped pussy slit. The slender woman was walking toward her, hobbled by the pants bunched over the tops of her shiny black boots much as the girl was by the twin metal bands and the chain binding her ankles.
"I like having my cunt sucked. And that just might be the key to your survival," she hinted broadly, swaying her taut pussy gash back and forth before the girl's dazzled eyes.
"I'm only allowed to touch mine when I wipe," Holly said.
She'd been wiping a lot lately, sometimes for half an hour after she'd pissed. Things were churning inside of her that Holly simply could not understand. Fingering that leathery little fuck button within her forbidden place helped ease the tension.
"You'll find mine a very pleasant surprise," Val said, sliding a hand down, with her middle finger extended, to dip into the taut cunt slit of her crotch.
When Val hooked her finger out, it was glistening with musky scented oils. For a moment it looked as though the woman's hand had sprouted a sixth finger. Val stroked the length of flesh fondly and let out a sigh of intense desire.
Holly thought that slippery little wand must be the clit Elroy talked about. Of course! Clit ... slang for clitoris. The girl had learned that word in her first day of a high school sex education class.
"It's the most delightfully sensitive part of a woman's body," Val said as she continued stroking her glossy clit. "In a way, I'm lucky that nature goofed and made mine over-sized. I want you to kiss it and suck it, Holly."
"No! I ... I don't want to do that!"
"And what you want doesn't matter shit any more. You're mine until tomorrow night!"
"My cousin, Sheila, is coming," Holly said. "She works for-"
"I know." Val grinned slyly and kept stroking her slithery clit. "She works for the Attorney General, and if she comes to Rocklin County, she'll be at the party tomorrow night. She'll get to watch the A.G. pop your sweet cherry. Now start sucking, you timid little bitch. I want you to have at least some idea what a cock is like."
Holly didn't understand much of what the woman was saying, but she had no trouble sensing the cold look of menace in Val's eyes. She also understood the braided leather whip, coiled like a snake on the desk within easy reach. Holly quickly decided that for now it would be best to do as she was told.
Besides that, she found the woman's strangely long clit quite tempting. Just the sight of it started a curious tingling in her much smaller clit. She bent forward slowly, with her lips puckered and trembling.
"That's it," Val cooed sweetly. "Just kiss it. Hhhmmmmm! Now stroke it with your tongue."
Holly did that, timidly at first. The tangy taste of Val's gleaming pussy oils intrigued her. And the pungent scent of the woman's eager, wet cunt made her own pussy squirm in anticipation of forbidden delights.
She rolled her tongue and slid it up and down the length of Val's rubbery little clit shaft. Holly was surprised by how much she enjoyed the taste, and even more surprised by the way Val's long clit stiffened in response to her licking.
"Take it all in your mouth and suck on it, whip it with your tongue," the woman said between purring gasps of lewd pleasure. "Aaaah, yes. That's it, Holly. Suck it, make it hard!"
Holly gulped fearfully, but she was too insanely curious to stop now. She sucked in hard, compressing her cheeks to hold Val's clit in a tender vise of soft, warm flesh.
"Huuuuuungh!" the woman groaned. Her clit strained and throbbed like a miniature cock. Val started pumping her hips, slowly increasing the speed of her thrusts.
Holly shivered, but she kept sucking. The fevered pulsing of Val's swollen clit trembling waves of excitement down the girl's throat. She snugged her lips and cheeks around it and swayed her head in time with Val's thrusting.
The strange, surging heat of desire sank into the depths of Holly's virgin fuck hole. Ripples of passion made her pussy walls clench in writhing delight, squeezing sleek oils up to the lips of her red-furred cunt.
"Now that my clit is so stiff and hot, I want to put it in your pussy. I'll be the first to feel the inside of your tender little cunt."
"But the judge said-"
"He only wants your cherry in one piece when the party starts, and my clit isn't long or hard enough to break it."
"All right," Holly answered. The way her cunt surged up gushes of damp warmth, Holly could not resist.
"Take that ugly jail dress off," Val said. "I want to see your ripe young body."
Holly was reluctant to let go of Val's throbbing clit. But she had to in order to pull the denim dress off over her head.
"Oh, my!" Val's clit twitched with a lewd craving. "Your tits are so big and soft, and your little cunt looks so tight! Lie down over there on the couch. I can hardly wait to show you what fucking is like."
And Holly could hardly wait to find out. The lewd tremors sparking into her from Val's clit had heated her pussy and her youthful curiosity to the boiling point.
"Lie down on the couch and spread your legs," Val said.
Holly went to the couch, taking short steps and clanking her leg chain. Val Parker watched the enticing sway of her rounded asscheeks and the tawny wisps of cunt hair she could see from behind.
The young redhead reclined on the leather couch and Fingered her juicy cunt slit. That was sinful, she knew, but it felt so good. She twirled her finger around her little button-like clit.
The slender woman crouched between Holly's legs, smiling and leaned forward, leering enviously at her big, soft tits. The girl was moaning, her eyes crimped shut in the delicious torment of forbidden delight.
"Move your hand," Val said. "I'll take care of your foxy little pussy." She leaned down then and kissed one of Holly's tits while pumping her hips to stroke the girl's tingling clit with her own eager clitshaft.
"Hhhaaagh!" the redhead cried.
Twin shocks of pleasure shot to her brain. Her mother's stern warnings all seemed so distant now. Val's greedy lips spread to suck in a creamy mouthful of tit while her hips whirled to excite her unfucked pussy even more.
Holly's thick, soft nipple swelled hard under the lash of Val's hungry tongue. The woman often wished that nature had blessed her with a body as lush and softly feminine as this young girl's. Or that she'd been given a real cock, as big and stiff as a man's. It was hell not being definitely one or the other but, for the moment, she didn't care. Val contented herself with playing the man's role.
She swayed her head and sucked on Holly's other ripe tit mound, thumbing the nipple of the other while pumping her cock-like clit into the mouth of the girl's seething cunt.
"Hhhoooo, Val!" Holly bucked and moaned, stung by the waves of lewd pleasure she felt as the tip of that small prod worked in. "Fuck me!" she begged with an anguished cry.
Val needed no prompting. Holly's virgin pussy clamped on her clit and pulled with loving suction. The lean, hard woman rammed down and began pumping as fast as she could.
Holly didn't understand what was happening at first. Each slamming thrust of Val's hips ground a ridge of bone on her clit button. Val's pulsing clit wand surged inside of her, exciting more tremendous waves of raw pleasure.
"It ... it feels so good. I can't stand it!" Holly's first climax had started and she did not even know what it was. Her insides tied themselves into a lewd knot of joyous writhing and her mind swirled off in a misty haze. "Don't stop!" she gasped.
Val grinned in triumph. This sultry little virgin would do fine at the party tomorrow night. Like many girls kept sheltered too long, once aroused she'd become a reckless and wanton fucking machine.
The woman wasn't so sure about the little blonde, Tammy Wilson. That girl had completely flipped the other way, and Val wasn't certain that even Doctor James could bring her back in time.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tammy Wilson sat rigid on the edge of a white examination table, not even dimly aware of her surroundings. The young blonde had escaped from fear and torment by retreating into a dark and twisted maze of tunnels in her subconscious mind.
"You best watch this one real close," Elroy told the gnarled old doctor. "She tried to stab her own stepfather, slashed his hand with a switch blade knife."
"Don't worry, I can handle her," the doctor said. He filled a hypodermic syringe from a vial of clear fluid and pricked the needle into Tammy's arm.
"Can you snap her out of it in time for the party tomorrow night?"
"Of course." The doctor looked so frail and hunched that a light gust of wind might topple him over. "Take those chains off her legs," he ordered when he'd given the shot.
"Doc-"
"Do it!" the old man insisted. "Chains and whips are the tools of idiots, all unnecessary when you have control of the mind."
"Sheriff Parker won't like it if she gets away," Elroy warned.
"He will like it even less if I decide to convince his chief deputy that he's a rooster."
"What?"
Elroy had bent down and was unlocking the leg irons. He turned curiously and met the doctor's piercing gaze. The old man's dark eyes gleamed like two burning lumps of coal.
"I said, a rooster. That's what you are, Elroy. The next time you see the sun you will feel compelled to flap your wings, throw back your head and crow at the top of your voice."
"Hey, Doc," Elroy chuckled uncomfortably. "I'm too smart for that shit. Don't you try fucking with my head."
"I already have, Elroy. You are a rooster. Now get out of here, I have important work to do."
Elroy left the County Work Farm infirmary with a smile on his face. That kinky old fart, he thought as he went out the door. Elroy knew little about the doctor's experiments in mind control. He got a shocking lesson when the rays of the sun slanted into his eyes.
The lanky deputy stopped short, kinking his arms. His fists burrowed into his armpits and he flapped up and down with his head tossed back.
"Cock-a-doodle-do!" he cackled.
Then the impulse left him as suddenly and mysteriously as it had struck. Elroy hurried to the van, hoping no one had seen his bizarre display. He drove off, shaking his head and mumbling in confusion.
"Are you feeling better now?" Dr. James asked the blonde.
"Yes, Sir," she answered like a robot, still staring through sightless eyes.
"In a moment, everything will be fine. When I snap my fingers, all the anguish and torment will vanish from your mind."
"Yes, sir," she said mechanically. Then he snapped his scrawny fingers and the girl breathed a sigh of relief. A warm smile curved her sensuous lips.
"Why did you try to stab your stepfather?" he asked casually.
"Because he wanted to fuck me." Her blue eyes clouded as bits of that memory came drifting back. "He was ugly, mean and cruel."
"You aren't bothered by that now," he said firmly, snapping his fingers again in front of her troubled eyes.
"No, I'm not bothered at all," Tammy said, her look brightening and her dazzling smile returning.
"You'd like to fuck now, wouldn't you?"
"With someone nice, yes."
"Someone young and good-looking?"
"Yes," she answered anxiously, dropping her head and looking shy.
"Someone as strong and handsome as I look to you now?"
"Yes!" she said, studying him closely. "You're sexy as hell!"
The girl's fogged mind could not see how drawn, bent and frail he was. She had another, more exciting vision implanted in her mind.
"I'm also very rich, and able to lavish wonderful gifts on the woman I adore."
"What gifts?" she asked excitedly. Tammy had done without a lot since her real father died. The simplest thing would have pleased her.
"First a diamond necklace, flawless gems that glitter like starlight," the doctor said in his droning voice. He picked up the short length of heavy chain that had bound her legs. With glinting eyes locked on hers, he looped it around her neck. "Isn't it lovely?"
"Oh, yes!" Tammy cooed, fingering the cold links of steel. "And now, a sleek satin gown."
"Ooooh!" Tammy sighed, gazing down in awe at the rough blue denim dress she wore.
"It's cut low in front to accent the beauty of your succulent breasts," he said.
She grinned and winked and began opening buttons down the front of the sack-like dress, which had turned to satin in her mind.
"And now a fabulous fur! Your luscious young body and your beautiful gown are sheathed in the softest mink. It's long, dark and lustrous."
"Hhhmmmm, yes." Tammy fondled a sleeve of coarse denim. "It's so silky, it makes me feel sexy as hell."
"It's all so thrilling, it makes you want to fuck," he suggested.
Tammy giggled shyly. "Yes, it does." She was still fondly stroking the rough sleeve, wearing the chain around her slender neck.
"But only with a man who is handsome and kind," the doctor went on. "A man who starts by caressing you gently."
His gaunt hand flew back and he slapped her hard across the face. Tammy's head whipped around in a swirl of blonde hair. Five red welts blazed on her cheek, but the girl grinned contentedly.
"Yes, I just love it when a man is gentle and kind."
"Of course, my dear. Most women do." He backhanded her, coughing out a vicious cackle of laughter. Women had tormented Dr.
James all of his life. They mocked his frail body and the hunch of his back. Even cheap, scabby old whores had denied him. But no more.
"I want to cradle you in my arms," he said.
His scrawny hand hissed again and he slapped her a third time, hard enough now to send her sprawling. He snagged the front of her dress as she reeled off the examination table.
"Hhhaaaa," Tammy sighed as she crashed to the floor.
The front of her dress ripped open clear down to her gorgeous golden-haired pussy. The searing pain of red welts lacing her cheeks brought tears to her eyes, but she wasn't aware of that.
"You're snug and warm in a soft bed," he told her, flashing a sinister grin. Tammy was trying to drag herself up off the cold tile floor.
"I ... I don't know."
That third slap had jarred her enough to glimpse reality for an instant as she fell. She rubbed the arm that had crumpled beneath her. The flowing sleeve looked like fur, but the tingling softness was gone.
"Everything is as I said," the doctor insisted, leering down.
His dark, piercing eyes glinted with lust. He both adored and despised sexy young women. So many of them had denied him, but never again!
"You want me to fuck you," he said sternly. "You're so excited, you can hardly wait."
"Yes, I want you," she agreed. But Tammy blinked and, for one split second, could see the doctor as he really was. Somehow she knew that horrible, wizened old man had gained control of her mind.
He stripped off his white medical smock and bared a sunken, hairless chest. Then she saw his gnarled old cock, twisted and deformed like a weathered oak limb.
"My beautiful big cock excites you so much that you're going to beg for it," he said, hurling aside the last of his clothes.
"Oh, yes. I want your prick so much. Let me feel it. Let me stroke it and suck it and make your fuckshaft real hard."
"Why should I let you touch me? I'm so rich and handsome, I can have any woman I want."
"Please take me. I want to show you how happy you've made me. I'll be the best fuck you've ever had."
"I'm bored with you," he yawned. "I'm tired of being so gentle and kind."
"I don't care. Do whatever you want to me."
"Anything?" he questioned sharply.
"Whatever you want," she repeated. "I love you. I just have to feel your gorgeous cock inside of me."
Doc James chuckled and snared a hand in her silky blonde hair. He yanked hard and jerked Tammy to her feet so roughly that the loop of chain slipped off her neck.
"My diamond necklace," she moaned.
"Forget that, you greedy little bitch. It's your golden pussy I want!"
He ripped off her tattered dress, and Tammy let out a mournful wail. For an instant, she saw him leering, his pallid old lips twisted, drooling like a mad dog. But then his stabbing eyes glared at her.
"Oooh, my gorgeous mink coat!" she cried as he discarded the tatters of her denim dress.
"Forget that too. What are you, a fucking whore, trading your pussy for diamonds and furs?"
"No, I'm not a whore!"
"What are you then?"
"I ... I'm an innocent young girl," she said.
"How young?" he demanded.
"T ... twelve," she stammered. Tammy knew that wasn't true, but she said it anyway. Somehow she knew that's what he wanted to hear.
"A girl of twelve wouldn't have so much cunt hair," he argued, pushing her back onto the examination table.
"Er, no, I guess not," Tammy admitted, trying to cover her richly furred pussy. The sleek tangle of curls embarrassed her now.
"Don't worry, we can fix that."
Dr. James busied himself at the sink, whipping up a mug of hot lather with an old-fashioned shaving brush. Then he grabbed a long, gleaming straight razor.
"What are you going to do?" she cried fearfully.
"I'm going to shave your pussy so that you look like the little girl you're supposed to be."
"No!" she cried, fearful again as she caught another glimpse of the truth.
"Yes!" he shot back. "That's what you want me to do."
Tammy grinned sheepishly. Giggling like an anxious child, she slipped her hands to her sides.
"Your wrists and ankles are strapped to the table," he told her with a cold grin. "No matter how hard you try, you cannot move your arms or legs."
"Hunnngh," she groaned, straining hard against her imaginary restraints.
He reached out with the shaving brush and lathered the golden-fleeced dome of her cunt.
"That feels so good!" she murmured excitedly with each stroke of the brush.
"It does not. I'm spreading battery acid all over the tender lips of your cunt."
"Yyyeeeaaahhh!" she screamed, twisting and jerking in sheer terror. Only the imaginary binding leather straps kept her on the table.
"This is a soothing ointment," he said, stroking her with warm lather again.
"Hhhmmmm, yes. Oooh, it feels soft and warm."
He set down the mug and brush, and he stroked his thumb across the cutting edge of the straight razor. It made a rasping sound and brought a sharp gasp of fear from the girl's lips.
He took sadistic delight in tormenting her, tangling her thoughts and emotions into total confusion. It so effectively demonstrated his complete mastery of her mind. The girl was like clay in his hands. She could be shaped and molded to suit his most perverted desires.
Humming softly, the doctor began shaving her cunt hair, stroking smoothly with a steady hand. She gasped each time the cold steel blade touched her pussy mound.
"Be still!" he snapped, toweling away the lather and shorn golden hair.
Tammy suffered in silence, straining to control shivers of fear that might make the gliding razor slip and mutilate her tender cunt slit. Inside, her pussy was seething.
"There now," he said, thrusting a mirror between her spread legs. "Look how tempting and innocent your little bald pussy has become."
She giggled and grinned shyly, acting like the young girl who had invaded her mind.
"You can see me just as clearly," he went on. "I'm thin and old, and my twisted cock looks jagged and hard as a broken stick. I'm the most repulsive old man you ever saw, but there is nothing you can do. Your wrists and ankles are bound with thick leather straps.
"Haaaaggghhhh!" Tammy screamed, thrashing violently in the grip of mental restraint.
"Tell me how awful and disgusting I am," he ordered her.
"You're revolting, so scrawny and wrinkled and old."
"And my cock," he said with a smile as he stood at the foot of the table, pumping life into his twisted prod.
"It looks like an old tree root sticking out of a swamp," she moaned.
"You don't want it to be the first in your young virgin fuck hole?"
"Oh, shit, no! I don't even want you to touch me!"
He laughed, enjoying her anguish so much that it made his aged cock twitch.
"But I'm going to touch you. I'm going to fuck you for the first time, and fill your innocent pussy with jism that's old, yellow and putrid as pus."
"Grungh," she moaned. Tammy kept trying to slip away, to retreat into the labyrinth of her subconscious mind, but the doctor's hypnotic suggestions had that route of escape blocked.
"You will be keenly aware of each tiny sensation," he said. "The touch of my lips will make your nipples tingle with loathing."
He cackled with vicious glee, mouthing her nipple with his drawn lips and slimy old tongue. Her loathsome wailing only added to the succulence of her ripe young tit.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," he said. "I want you to look down and watch as long as you can. I want you to see my gnarled old cock sink in."
"Hhhooo, God!" Tammy moaned.
She could feel it, hot and steely hard. And she could see the dark, ugly head of his warped prick prying her hairless, virgin cunt lips apart.
"It's in far enough now to pop your cherry," he told her. "That's going to sting and burn like the fires of hell!"
"Yes, it does. Oh, shit! No!"
She writhed and screamed in horror, but still could not move the arms or legs she thought he'd strapped to the table's edge.
Dr. James felt the tension in the mouth of her cringing pussy hole and delighted in the way she squirmed. Drawing back, he arched his withered old body so that she could glimpse the twisted shaft of his cock again.
It gleamed red with a streak of blood. He'd nicked her cunt lip with the razor, but in Tammy's mind the smear had come from her punctured cherry. She screamed and whined and clamped her eyes shut.
He laughed at how his deft stroke with the razor had added to the illusions of torment implanted in her mind. It satisfied a malignant need to triumph and torture as well. Simple passion rarely pleased the old doctor now. He craved the grinding, clenching spasms of hateful loathing.
"You're paying for all that the others have done," he told her. "All the pretty young girls that laughed and snickered at me for so long. They couldn't be kind and say no to me in a nice way. They had to smirk and insult me and tell me how ugly I was...." He rambled on, giving voice to festering thoughts that tortured the one mind in this world that remained beyond his control. His own. "I'm going to fuck you hard, you pretty bitch. I'm going to fuck your pussy raw and make you like it."
"Never," she hissed. "I hate you. I hate your twisted prick, and I hate your twisted mind even more. You're not just ugly, you're crazy. You're a fucking deformed old lunatic!"
"I'm all of that and more!" he snarled, plunging his cock in and out. All the angry fuck heat built up in more than half a century concentrated itself in his warped prick.
Tammy grunted in pain and disgust as his bony hips drummed on her helpless form. His stabbing cock mauled and twisted the sleek walls of the tiny fuck hole that she imagined to be only twelve years old.
"You dirty bastard! You're worse than my stepfather. Your prick is bent and your fucking breath smells like a sewer!"
"And you love it, don't you?"
He drilled into her again, grinding his hips in a circle when he'd rammed his cock all the way in.
"Yes, I do!"
"Your lush little body can't help but respond. It's thrilled by a spearing cock, even one as ugly and vicious as mine."
"Hhhooo, yes!"
She hated to admit it, but her pussy was churning with an insane lust. Tammy gulped for breath, not sure any longer which sensations were real. Her body had done this before. The demanding stepfather she hated had brought her to a thrilling climax time after time. This drooling old lecher did even more. He was fucking her body and her brain at the same time. Tammy began to buck her hips and shrill wild cries of obscene delight.
"I wish I could get my legs up so you could really drive into me," she moaned.
"You can, my dear. The straps on your ankles have just come free."
"Huuungh, yes!" Tammy jerked her legs up, and she hooked her knees over his shoulders. "Fuck me, you dirty old man! Sink your twisted cock to the hilt. Gruuuuunnngh! I love it. I could fuck like this forever."
"You will want to fuck even more at the party tomorrow night," he droned between thrusts. "Then the beautiful gown, the glittering jewels and gorgeous furs will all be real. They will excite you into a frenzy of lewd pleasure. You will climax often, and each wrenching spasm will thrill you more than the one before."
"Yes, uuunnngh! Yes!"
Tammy's head rolled and tears of joy splashed from her eyes. She could hardly imagine anything more exciting than the climax she felt building now. Her lithe body gripped his cock, and she milked it hard with hot sucking waves of motion. "I want to feel your hot jism! Fuck me, Master. Oh, please fuck your adoring slave! Let me pleasure your cock in a thousand lewd ways."
He beamed with pride and let his cock fire. The doctor knew he had no time to waste. Others would need treatment before the sheriff's party began. At least half a dozen, each one as luscious and exciting as this little blonde.
His gnarled cock spit liquid fire like a snake injecting venom into its helpless prey. In the joyous torture of orgasm, the old man was able to forget briefly how ugly, disgusting and crazy he was.
Tammy kept screaming: "Fuck me! Fffuuck mmmeee!" And he did. For several long minutes, the thrill of climax was all that mattered to either of them.
CHAPTER SIX
Lynda Banner blinked and sputtered, stunned by the eye-smarting stream of piss that Sheriff Enos Parker had sprayed all over her face. Of all the humiliations heaped on her in Rocklin County, this was the worst so far.
"You didn't have to do that," she moaned, trying to spit the acrid taste from her mouth. "I practically begged you to fuck me."
"So beg again, you stinking bitch."
Just as Lynda opened her mouth to speak, Parker grabbed a metal pitcher of drinking water, and he hurled the icy fluid into her face.
"Aaaggghhh!" she gasped, stung by the chilling cold. Her eyes thinned to slits and her jaws clenched. "You bastard! I wish I had your cock in a meat grinder, and both my hands on the crank."
"You still ain't learned," he said with pretended sadness. Parker advanced slowly, discarding the empty pitcher, letting it clang on the cold concrete floor. "You ain't near tame enough to attend my little party tomorrow night."
"I won't go to your God damned party!"
"You'll do that, or you'll do worse," he warned her sternly.
"I can't think of anything worse than being a fuck-slave. for a horny bunch of crooked politicians."
"Think about hoeing weeds all day in the broiling sun." He stroked a hand down her cheek. "Your soft, delicate skin will dry and wrinkle until your face looks like an old shoe."
"Don't touch me," she snapped in disgust, trying to force his hand away.
"All that long, silky dark hair will scorch and turn brittle until it's a frayed rope. Your hands will blister and your back will hunch."
"Stop it!" she screamed. Lynda's stunning good looks meant everything to her.
Parker went right on, knowing he'd found her weakness. "Or you can dress like a queen in diamonds and furs, and spend a few hours entertaining some of the most important men in this state."
"I won't be a whore for anyone," she sobbed.
"You're a whore already. I read your file ... a convention hostess." His lip curled. "You flounce around, getting paid to tease men's cocks."
"But they don't fuck me!"
"The men I'm talking about fuck you over every day of the week. One's the president of an oil company, the biggest in this state. He sticks it up your ass every time you pull up to the pump. His company also owns the largest farms around here. They get water for irrigation almost free from a state project and the Fed's pay them not to grow all the food they could. That keeps prices high so he can fuck you again when you stop at the grocery store. When you fill out a tax form, then he's fucked you three times in a row. You pay more income tax than he does, and he's a multimillionaire. He buys politicians like you buy panty hose ... half a dozen at a time. They write loopholes for him, then fuck you double to take up the slack."
"Dirty bastards," she muttered. "That stinks worse than your piss."
"And you can't keep it from splattering all over your face, can you?"
"No." Lynda sagged in despair, scraping her back on the rough stone wall of her jail cell. The bitter truth of the sheriff's words hurt worse than the lash of his belt. She felt bound by the power of corruption as much as by the chain locked around her leg. "There isn't a damn thing I can do."
"You've learned one lesson," Parker said. "Now it's time to learn another. Of all the ways there are to get fucked in this world, a man's big cock is the only one you can really enjoy."
He strode toward her, stroking his thick, hard fuckshaft in the fist of his right hand.
"Don't touch me!" Lynda growled. "I'll scratch your eyes out if you do."
Parker flashed a sinister little grin, and he stooped to pick up his heavy belt. Lynda sprang at him, her fingers curved into claws, but the short length of chain stopped her abruptly.
"Aaaggghhh," she howled, scratching at the air only inches away from his face.
"Close, but no cigar," he said in a taunting voice. Parker delighted in tormenting her. Raging fury would make her all the better to fuck. He looped his belt and snagged both wrists, cinching them together.
"God damn you!" she whined. Lynda's wrists still ached from being in handcuffs.
Parker laughed and stretched her on the bed, binding her chafed wrists to the frame above her head. Lynda struggled uselessly against his superior strength, hissing and snarling until he'd cinched the belt tight.
Frenzied writhing glazed her lithe body with a film of sweat. With both wrists bound and one leg chained, Lynda was almost helpless. But not quite.
She had one leg free. As Parker approached, she launched a vicious side-kick aimed at his swaying, hairy ball sac.
"Ha!" he roared, deflecting her foot with a sweep of his hand. His big fist clamped hard around the ankle of her kicking leg. "Glad to see you still got some fire." Parker spread her legs wide and knelt between them. "I like 'em hot!"
She glared hotly and snarled: "You can fuck me if you want, but I won't move a muscle for you. You'll think you stuck your ugly prick into a corpse!"
Parker sneered and pitched forward, propping himself on his elbow.
"You try that," he said. "See how long you can play dead when you feel my hot pussy-wrecker mauling your cunt."
"I won't give you the pleasure of one little twitch," she said with grim determination.
"We'll see."
Parker brushed her damp hair aside, and he began to nibble her ear, probing the hollow with the wet rasp of his tongue.
"Huuunnngh!" Lynda groaned, trying to force her body to remain deathly still. It was hard. Even though she hated this rough brute of a man and all that he stood for, tingling sparks made her squirm.
"You're weakening already," he said, jetting hot breath into her ear.
"Bull shit!"
Parker lightly eased his lips and flicking tongue down the side of her neck. He enjoyed the sullen resistance of this contrary bitch, straining against impulses she could barely control.
He kissed the little hollow at the base of her neck, then raked it with his tongue. Lynda grunted and hissed in defiance, refusing to move. But her pulse began racing and the sheriff could see it in the veins of her neck.
Chuckling to himself, Parker burrowed his mouth into the hollow beneath her arm. She cried out despite her stubborn resolve to resist. Her body jerked and her arms spasmed as she tugged against the black strap binding her wrists above her head.
"Ticklish?" he asked smugly.
"No, damn you! No!"
Parker was working his hungry lips toward the firm peak of her dark-nippled tit. Lynda squirmed uncomfortably and held her breath as he swept his tongue in teasing circles around the nubby ring of flesh crowning her sharp tit.
"Yaaahhhh!" she cried when she couldn't stand it another second. Fierce jolts of unwanted pleasure bored into her brain and exploded like sizzling fireworks.
Parker turned his head and sucked on her other tit, twisting the swollen nipple around with his tongue. Lynda arched her back with a grunt of desire that she couldn't hold in.
"You're the liveliest fucking corpse that I ever saw!" he exclaimed.
"Go to hell!" she gasped, sucking in breath as she struggled to regain control.
Parker laughed and said: "I'm going down, but not that far."
He bowed his head and inched his tongue over her quivering belly. Lynda tossed and heaved, trying to twist away from the maddening torment of his tongue strokes. He clamped a hand on each of her tits, kneading the shapely cones until her nipples stiffened beneath his whirling thumbs. Parker's lips tugged at her pussy curls at the same time.
"Sonuvabitch!" she moaned.
Simmering fuck oils began to flow despite her hateful loathing. He sniffed the air above her seething pussy and flashed a wolfish grin.
"If you can lie still for five seconds, I'll let you go."
"Holly too?" she asked.
"Sure, why not?" Parker knew she had about the same chance as a snowflake in hell. "Just five seconds without moving or making a sound and I'll let you both go free."
Lynda tensed and clenched her jaws, gritting her teeth with determination to succeed. Parker lowered his mouth onto her drooling pussy and tongued her soft cuntlips. Somehow she managed to choke back a cry of delight.
"Four more seconds to freedom," he said.
Then he parted her soft folds of cunt flesh and probed the honey-slick mouth of her pussy. A scream of savage pleasure swelled in her chest, but Lynda set her jaw and trapped it all inside. Her fuck hole churned eagerly, but Lynda checked the pulsing waves before he reached them with his tongue.
"Three seconds," he reminded her.
Kneading her tits, he could feel the steaming pressure of her trapped scream. His tongue sensed the hideous torture of restraining her eager cunt.
Parker dipped in again and fucked her with his tongue. A burst of raw passion almost made her hips buck. Lynda usually enjoyed being eaten and having her pussy fucked by a man's hungry tongue, but now she would not, could not allow her body to show even a flicker of response.
"Two seconds."
Parker caught a breath and fucked her musky slit as hard and deep as his tongue could reach. The pain of unwanted pleasure became more intense. Her nipples throbbed and her pussy gushed a flood of tart-sweet musk that he happily lapped up.
"One more second," he said, smacking his lips and licking them clean.
Lynda thought surely she could last that long. But then Parker pressed his sucking lips around her clit. He drew her little fuck button between them, and he lashed it with his tongue.
"Hhhhoooo, shit!" she screamed. Lynda's hips began to pump in a frenzy of need. "You bastard. You dirty cunt sucker! I can't stand it!"
"You want me to fuck you now?" he asked smugly.
"Yes, damn it. You know I do!" she moaned, twisting and arching her hips, while sobbing in frustration.
Parker drilled his tongue down onto her lustcrazed clit again, lashing and sucking until she throttled her mournful sobbing and screamed: "Fuck me! Oh, please. My pussy needs cock!"
"And I need a tall, sexy bitch like you at the party," he said. "That big oil man I was telling you about only stands about five-foot-three, and he has a real thing about fucking towering beauties like you."
"I don't care about him. It's your cock I want now. Oooh, shit. Your damn tongue is setting my pussy on fire."
"It better be that hot tomorrow night," he warned.
"I'll give him the best fucking he's ever had," she promised. "But I need your cock now. Please, fuck me before I go crazy."
The look of desperation in her tear-streaked eyes got to him. Parker enjoyed taming a sexy bitch almost as much as filling her cunt. And Lynda Banner was the most tempting piece of fuck flesh he'd seen in some time.
Parker knew that Elroy and Waldo had balled her front and back the night before. Usually the sheriff refused to take seconds, but for this sleek, stately bitch he was more than willing to make an exception.
He pumped the huge, knobbed head of his cock into her pussy slit, and he worked it around on her clit. Tongue lashing her little clitshaft had been exciting, now the heat of his giant prick did even more. It was as long as Waldo's whip-thin cock and as thick as Elroy's stubby root-the best of both, better than either one.
Lynda wailed and tossed her head as he speared into her. Tears of frustration and torment splashed from her eyes. She gaped up at him, astounded by the heat and swollen girth of his great cock.
"Oh, God! Uuunnngh!"
"You wanted it, bitch. You begged to feel my big pussy splitter. Don't start cringing and moaning before it's halfway in."
"But ... hunnngh ... I had no idea it was so fucking thick and hard."
"Taming a stubborn cunt like yours really makes that big fuckrod throb."
Lynda's mouth flew wide as though she was about to scream. She could feel his prick throbbing in the depths of her slender cunt tunnel, straining the walls.
"It made me hot, too. Trying to hold back was pure hell!" she wailed.
"Well, you don't gotta hold back now, baby. Your pussy, your ass and every long, sweet inch of you belongs to me until tomorrow night."
"And I want every inch of your cock in me!"
Lynda bucked anxiously, releasing all the furious tension she'd been straining to hold back.
"That's it, fuck my hot cockshaft. Fuck me like the whore you are. Grind your squirming cunt lips into my cock hair."
"Yes. Oh, yes!" Lynda cried out, jamming her hips up to meet his driving thrusts.
Parker laughed, plunging in deep. "Crank up your ass, you lazy slut." He dragged his hands down and slid them under the taut domes of her ass.
"I could fuck your stupid prick and another one just like it!" she groaned, determined to triumph in at least one small way.
"Yeah, I heard you really loved getting your pussy and your ass fucked at once."
"That's right. Even that big cock you're so proud of isn't enough for me," Lynda whispered, barely able to get the words out.
Parker rammed his cock in hard, and he jerked her ass up with his rough hands. Her eyes bulged half out of her head, and her mouth flapped like a loose shutter in a howling wind.
"Not enough for you, huh? Then take this, you stinking whore!"
Parker lifted and rammed in hard again, but this time he spiked his middle finger into her ass at the same time. Her shrill scream whined and echoed off the stone walls of the cell. Parker's finger was long and dry, and he drove it in without mercy, setting off violent waves of trembling in her.
"Ssshhhit!" she gasped.
His finger lunged deep, pressing hard, until Parker could feel the fierce throbbing of his cock on the other side of the slender wall dividing her two hot fuck holes.
"Grungh! God damn you, drive it deeper. Make me feel it! Fuck me front and back with all your might!"
The sheriff was already half out of breath and fucking the sultry bitch as hard as he could. But he responded with a sudden burst of reserve strength. His balls slapped the crack of her ass and the palm of the hand he'd stuck into her shithole.
"Harder! Faster!" she cried.
"Fucking whore! You can't get enough?"
"I ... I ... eeeyyyeyyey!"
The first shock of orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt. Her ass and pussy wrenched with spasms of lewd delight. Getting both holes fucked so relentlessly really set her off.
Parker hissed as though his lungs were on fire. He was grinding and fucking his cock to meet the outstretched middle finger beyond a slender, heaving wall of flesh. Hot jism steamed out of his balls. It sped up the length of his cock and fired in a thick spurt.
"Now I'm sorry you made me jack you off. I'd like to feel a full load."
"Don't worry, slut. There's plenty more where that came from. Those big balls of mine brewed up another batch while I was eating your hungry cunt."
"Hhhmmmm, yes. I see. I mean I feel!" Lynda felt his series of rapid, pulsing jets. Hot jism splashed the walls of her pussy and bubbled around his spearing fuckshaft. She blubbered animal sounds of lewd delight.
"I hope you can work up another load for me to suck and swallow," she said tensely, ending in a lewd wail as the shocks of orgasmic frenzy soared and exploded like rockets inside her skull.
Parker didn't have breath enough to answer until he'd fucked himself dry and let her clinging pussy wring his cum-glazed prickshaft.
"You can suck it after I've fucked your ass," he said. "I want you to taste some of the shit you tried to feed me."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sheila's purring sports car took the curves of the mountain road like it was running on rails. The precision-built import was an important symbol of her success, a model well-known for power and performance.
And she prided herself on handling it well. She drove with the same skill and cunning used to dissect male lawyers in court. Nothing pleased Sheila more than putting some man to shame.
She planned to do the same in Rocklin County. Maybe her boss, the Chief Investigator, had found no evidence of the corruption there, but Sheila knew that she could do better. He spent more time chasing pussy than trying to solve cases.
The long shadows of afternoon slanted across the road by the time she reached Sheriff Enos Parker's realm. He was often whispered about by men on the Attorney General's staff. Those conversations always ended abruptly when Sheila walked by, but she'd heard enough to know his sexual perversions were extreme and his contempt for the law absolute.
"I'll show that son of a bitch," she muttered as her silver car flashed through alternate patches of light and dark. "I'll hang Sheriff Parker by the balls! I'll get a promotion and show up all those worthless men-Jesus Christ!"
Sheila's foot stabbed the brake and the car swayed. Going through a curve from glaring sunlight into deep shade, she almost missed seeing the rusty old car moving slowly ahead. One fender jiggled like it was about to fall off and the rattling hulk was astride the white line leaving scant room to pass on either side.
"Men!" Sheila complained, beeping the horn impatiently. "They drive a wreck like that down the middle of the road and then have the gall to laugh about women drivers!" She leaned on the horn and yelled out the window: "Get that piece of shit out of my way!"
"What you think, Boy?"
His son had one eye locked on the rearview mirror, weaving one way or the other whenever the sports car attempted to pass.
"Ain't near as pretty as them that Elroy and Walso grabbed last night," the acne-scarred youth replied, cutting the wheel sharply to block another attempt to pass.
"But now Elroy and Waldo ain't nowhere around," Zeb argued.
"She got thick glasses and hair in a bun. Looks like an old maid school teacher to me."
"No God damn school marm can afford wheels like that," Zeb replied. 'And she ain't near sexy enough to be a high-priced whore. Wonder how in the hell she can pay for a fancy Spaghetti Special?"
"Beats the shit outta me, but I know if she passes us we'll never catch up in this clunk."
The horn blared behind them again and the boy swerved as she started around.
"Maybe I can take a little wind outta her sails."
The bearded man reached into a paper sack on the floor by his feet and pulled out a handful of roofing nails. He reached out the window, pretending to wave, and threw the nails up and back over the roof of the old car.
Sheila had learned the kid's tricks by then. She faked an attempt to pass on the left and then cut back sharply, pressing down hard on the gas. Just as the shining silver car leaped ahead, the two front tires blew.
"Ooooh, shit!" Sheila screamed.
She had to struggle to regain control and skidded to a stop on the narrow gravel shoulder of the road. The old car rattled to a stop a short way ahead. As Sheila stepped out and circled the front of her car to survey the damage, the young driver called back to her.
"Hey, lady ... you got a problem with that high-powered anchovy can?"
She was cursing, bending down and wondering how two top-quality radial tires could possibly go flat at the same time. That's when she saw the zinc heads of the roofing nails, three in one tire, four in the other.
"You smart-ass bastards! You did this!"
They were walking back, both grinning. One was an older man with a full beard that looked like steel wool, and one was in his late teens who slobbered like a baby.
"Stay away from me!" she warned, rising up and dipping her hand in her purse. Sheila brought out a small black cannister clenched in her fist. "This is tear gas," she warned. "One whiff will make you both wish you'd never been born."
"I don't smell nuthin' but a slightly sour and under-fucked cunt," Zeb mused. He kept walking, sniffing the air.
"Smells more than a little sour to me, Pa. I'll bet she ain't been fucked good in months."
"Well, we're gonna take care of that, Boy. We're gonna take care of it real good!"
"I'm warning you," she said.
Sheila held the tear gas cannister at arm's length, sweeping it back and forth as the knuckle of her thumb whitened, ready to trigger the spray.
Zeb came forward another step, and so did his drooling son. The boy lunged and Sheila turned on him, but the older man caught her arm and bent it backward. When Sheila triggered the spray, the choking, eye-smarting fumes shot straight into her face.
"Yyyeeeooowww!" she cried, coughing and sputtering. The hissing black cannister slipped from her hand. "Oh, you're in deep shit now! Do you know who I am?"
"Can't say as I do, Lady." Zeb still had a firm grip on her wrist. He spun her around, and he jerked her arm up high enough behind her to almost touch the back of her neck. "Do you know who we are?" he asked, mimicking her threatening tone of voice.
"Agggh, you're hurting my arm!" Zeb was pushing her toward a shadowed clump of trees that flanked the road. "I'm with the Attorney General-"
"No, you ain't. You're with the boy and me." Zeb laughed uproariously. "We're both gonna fuck that musty cunt of yours!"
"I don't know who you are, Mister, but you're making a big mistake!" Sheila was still flooding tears from the effects of tear gas. Her watery eyes distorted the dark thicket of woods into a nightmare vision of horror. "You'll get twenty years for this!"
Zeb chuckled and threw her down on the pine needle carpet of a small clearing.
"You just said you don't know who I am," he reminded her.
"I'll find out. I'll ... yyyeeeaaah!" she screamed as Zeb bent down and tore open the jacket of her mannish tweed suit with his gnarled hands. "God damn, Boy! Looks like she's got tits under all this shit!"
Sheila twisted and scratched for his eyes. Her violent thrashing loosened the bun of auburn hair and sent the coppery strands swirling around her face.
"And she's got hair like a real fucking woman," the boy observed.
Sheila slithered around on her back and kicked at them both.
"Sure is a spitfire," Zeb remarked, amused by her efforts at self defense.
"I figure this'll calm her down some," the teen said with a twisted, wet-lipped grin. He'd brought along the tear gas cannister she'd tried to use on them.
"Just give her a little squirt," Zeb cautioned the boy. "We don't want to knock her clear out. Just make her cry like a fucking virgin bride on her wedding night."
The black cannister hissed and Sheila let out another long wail, wincing her eyes shut. Zeb ripped open the front of her blouse while Sheila's hands were both raised in a futile effort to protect her face. Then he stretched and jerked her bra up to her chin, exposing two softly rounded tits with enormous nipples.
"Hot damn!" the leering teen yelled, throwing down the tear gas and tearing at her skirt.
Sheila screamed in near hysteria. They were both tugging and ripping her clothes, grunting like two wild beasts in the woods. Her eyes stung and burned, and her tender back felt the countless stabs of pine needles as she writhed naked between the men.
"Damn, Boy, look what a nice, thick muff she's got!"
"I been lookin', Pa. Ain't seen a cunt hairy as that since the last time we fucked sheep."
"Unnngh!" Sheila grunted in disgust.
"That boy a mine is none too bright," Zeb explained through a cackle of laughter. "He heard folks sayin', fuck you, and he just naturally thought they meant fuck e-w-e-ewe."
Sheila still could not open her eyes. It was just as well. She didn't want to watch. She could hear them pulling off their clothes, taking little more care than they had with hers.
"Give her another little shot of that stuff," Zeb told his son. "There's something sexy as hell about a woman being all teary-eyed when my big cock goes in."
She clamped her eyes tightly shut and tried to shield her face, but the caustic spray seeped through and fresh rivulets of tears ran down her cheeks.
Zeb dropped on his haunches between her spread legs. His eyes were watering slightly because the misting spray had caught him lightly.
Sheila could feel the rank heat of his body, and she smelled his foul breath. More tears came, these spawned by loathing. She managed to blink one eye open and got a hazy view of his breaded face. His leering grin showed crooked, broken teeth.
"No," she moaned. "Oh, please."
It all seemed so outrageously unfair. In a battle of wits, Sheila knew she was more than a match for these two. But she lacked their physical strength, and that was all that mattered in the gloomy woods.
Now she was trembling. Sheila had never known any man as rough and coarse as these two. They'd dragged her into the woods, stripped off her clothes and talked crudely about fucking a sheep.
"You best pin down her arms, Boy. We don't know when that spray might wear off."
"Sure, Pa!"
He pressed Sheila's wrists under his knees and threw his weight on her. Spittle dripped from the low corner of his lop-sided grin, and it splattered on her face.
"Uuunnngh," she moaned.
Zeb worked the knob of his cock up and down, wetting the bulbous tip in the mouth of her cunt slit. Sheila hissed, cursing her body for oozing slick warmth. Her pussy drooled like the fool who was holding her arms pinned. The broth simmering in her cunt slit began to reek a scent of musk. As the steaming vapors rose, Zeb breathed deep.
"Least she smells better than a fucking sheep," he said.
"Eeeaaahhh!" Sheila cried.
His big cock wasn't wagging now, it was boring in. She felt the sleek walls of her fuckhole swell and clench on his steely fuckshaft.
Zeb's son kept his eyes locked on the coppery-fringed slit of her cunt. He liked watching how it bucked and squirmed. It made his hot young prick stiffen and swell.
"Come on, Pa! I want my turn."
"Then fuck her mouth, Boy. I'm busy ... don't bother me. I wanna take my time. She fucks a little better than a sheep."
Sheila had never felt so degraded, being compared to a helpless farm animal. Zeb crouched on his knees, keeping his upper body straight. He liked the grinding pressure on his cock.
"Swing around, Boy. Straddle her face. Sit your ass down on one of her thick-nippled tits, then jerk her head up and fuck your prick down her throat."
Sheila's mind blurred, refusing to accept the horror of his suggestions. And with each word he spoke, Zeb drove his cock in a little deeper. His last thrust came like an exclamation point. He rammed into the hilt and twisted it.
Sheila flinched and moaned. Her pussy wrapped itself around his spearing cock and pulsed with spasms of mixed pleasure and pain. Her frenzied heavings brought a sigh of delight from Zeb's rough lips.
His son threw a leg across her neck, and he sat back until one of her hot nipples tickled the dark rim of his ass. He made playful up-and-down motions and said: "Too bad your tits aren't hard enough to go in."
She could feel the puckered lips of his ass planting obscene kisses on her nipples, pulsing and squeezing, trying to get a good grip. But Sheila had only a moment to think about that. He curled his fists in her hair and jerked her head up.
"Aaaggghhh!" she howled. His big pasty white cock stared her right in the face.
"You hot-shit city people are forever fucking poor folks like us," the boy snarled. "Now you get a taste of what it's like to get something you don't want rammed down your throat!"
"But I didn't-muugh!"
He had jammed his sweaty cock in her mouth before Sheila could finish, and he kept a taut grip on her hair so that she couldn't back off.
"Suck it, cunt face! You've got such a fucking smart mouth, show me what you can do!"
He tugged on her hair and pumped his cock into the cringing hollow of Sheila's throat.
"And keep your cunt humping," Zeb insisted, grinding and stabbing his meaty shaft into her pliant pussy. His hairy ball sac drummed on the crack of her ass.
The two of them fucked in perfect unison, Zeb in her cunt and his son in her mouth. The frantic, disgusted heaving of her throat excited the boy. Sheila would never have willingly consented to suck any man's cock. She would never stoop that low, never allow her body to be used for such crude pleasure. But now she had no choice. Her body responded to their vile abuse in ways she never would have imagined.
Her throat gripped and sucked on the teen's cock in such a lewd frenzy that his drooling increased. The fierce throbbing of his long fuckshaft, and the violence of his thrusting, made her mind blur.
That was her only defense, to pretend it wasn't happening. At least, not to her. Mindless women gave in willingly to satisfy selfish males, and some Sheila had met even claimed to enjoy it. For the moment, she would be one of them.
It wasn't entirely a conscious decision. Zeb's big cock fucked harder and faster than any she'd ever known. Shocks of lewd pleasure ran up her spine after each thrust. When he drew back, she found her pussy seething, clinging desperately to his long prick.
She sucked on his son's cock with the same wild passion, never stopping to think how horribly obscene it was for two generations of men to use her body at the same time. It didn't matter. It wasn't her body. Not any more.
She humped her back to meet Zeb's twisting cock thrusts, and she swayed her head each time his son rammed into her throat. Her gulping suck motions reddened his cockshaft and gorged it with hot blood.
When the younger man withdrew, so that only the knobbed tip of his hot prick was between her lips, Sheila flicked it eagerly with her tongue, licking and stroking the tender underside.
"Fuck me!" she babbled in a voice that sounded nothing like her own. "Both of you! Both at once!"
They jarred and reamed her pussy and throat with two perfectly timed thrusts. Sheila had never felt anything like this. Her body surrendered into wracking spasms of delight. The brainy, but weakcocked, men she picked for herself had never generated any sensation half so insanely thrilling as this.
"Muuughumph!" she moaned, pulling like a suction pump, arching her back at the same time. Zeb's next thrust jarred her breath out, jetting it into the tip of his son's cock.
"Hhheee!" the boy squealed, missing a stroke while the fire of hot breath ran up his cockshaft.
"Keep fucking, Boy! We got her going now!" Zeb roared.
Sharp, pulsating spasms of ecstasy began in her pussy canal and spread upward. Zeb gave a fiercely satisfied grunt, fucking hard and fast to stir the fire he'd started in her cunt.
: Rippling delights made Sheila's skin tingle and her throat began to heave in spasms of immense joy. The hugging, sucking motions of her throat milked the young teen's driving cock.
Taking two fast-pumping cocks at once was not the kind of pleasure Sheila would have picked for herself. But now, wracked by double waves of lewd delight, nothing, not even a blinding spray of tear gas would have forced her to let go.
"Cum!" she groaned as the boy's cock eased out to its rubbery tip. "Cuuuggghhh!"
She ran her fingers up the leg hunched by her cheek, silently pleading for his cock to fire. At the same time, she reached her other hand down, straining to reach the heavy ball sac slamming at the crack of her ass.
She slithered her hands around and got hold of both men's sets of throbbing balls. Just by clenching her ball-teasing hands into fists she could have maimed them both, but violence against them was the furthest thing from her mind now.
Her fingers minced lightly on their quaking sacs. Sheila could almost feel the heat of their heavy loads of jism begin to steam and strain in their giant balls. The sensation was oddly thrilling to a woman who normally hated even the sight of a man's obscene parts.
Sheila's lust had boiled into a frenzy. Desires which were long restrained in the pursuit of success now had complete control of her mind.
"Fuck me!" she whined between throat-filling thrusts. "I'm cccuuummming!"
"Hungh!" Zeb's son roared. His body stiffened for an instant and his head rolled as the stinging pleasure of release surged the length of his cockshaft.
Zeb's bearded face became a hairy knot of intense joy. He tensed as though his body was the shadow of his son's.
"Raaagh!" he growled, thrusting deep into her cunt just as his cock fired.
The cock in her mouth convulsed with a wet noise. Sheila sealed her lips on its hairy root and shuddered as she took a searing charge of hot jism in her throat.
Both cocks pulsed and blazed, pumping liquid fire. The double jolts brought insane thrills Sheila thought she might not endure. The boy's prick gushed like a fountainhead, filling her throat with its volcanic fury.
Jism rose to the base of her tongue and kept creeping upward to fill her mouth. She drooled his salty cream, slobbering worse than the boy ever had.
Cum jetted into her cunt. It sprayed in hot blasts, slicking the walls of her lust-crazed fuckhole. Sheila bucked and wiggled, squeezing her pussy in spasms of lewd satisfaction.
It took a full minute for the wrenching tremors of her climax to subside. By then, both mighty cocks had spurted themselves dry. The tangled three muttered sounds of contentment, all lost in the rapture of their shared release.
Zeb recovered his breath first and said: "Boy, let's turn her on her side. I'll fuck her ass, and you can screw a hot, wet pussy while it's still slick with cum."
"Sure, Pa!"
One searing climax was only a warm-up for the youth. His cock was already twitching again with desire.
"Sorry, fellas ... the party's over!" a grating voice said. "Oh, shit!"
They all turned to see Elroy and Waldo standing at the edge of the clearing. Elroy held the riot gun loosely in the crook of his arm, and both men leered like cats in a canary cage.
"Damn it, Elroy! Why ain't you out solving crimes?" Zeb demanded.
The sight of the two uniformed men sent cold shivers up Sheila's spine. Knowing they'd seen at least the last great moments of her climax shocked her. She felt shame and humiliation for the way she'd responded.
"They raped me!" she blurted out.
"Yeah," Waldo said with a bemused grin. "And we both saw how you hated it."
Zeb and his son both scrambled into their clothes, chuckling among themselves. Their planned evening of lewd delights might have ended abruptly, but they both knew that hers had only begun.
"On your feet, Lady. You're under arrest," Elroy snapped. "Me?" Sheila dragged herself to her feet, crossing one arm over her tits while her other hand dropped to cover her lushly furred cunt. "You can't arrest me!"
"He just did," Waldo said.
"On what charge?" she demanded.
"How about public nudity?"
"But they-"
"They got their clothes on, Lady."
"Do you have any idea who I am?" Sheila asked in a coldly professional voice.
"Ah, maybe you're Little Red Riding Hood and you lost your cape?" Waldo suggested with a smirk.
"I'm Sheila Cooper, from the Attorney General's office!"
"Oooooh!" Elroy's eyes widened. "That's different. We can't arrest her."
"That's right," Waldo said. "The sheriff told us to take her straight to the County Work Farm!"
"I'm not going anywhere I don't want to go!" she answered sternly. "I'm investigating charges of brutality."
"And you want to talk to your cousins?" Elroy guessed.
"You're damn right I do!"
"Well, good. They're both at the farm. It'll be like a family reunion for you three. The sheriff's even planned a little party to help you celebrate," Waldo said.
Sheila couldn't understand why the men were all laughing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Val Parker rose slowly from the couch, and she crossed the office to answer the phone buzzing persistently on her desk. During the long afternoon, spent teaching Holly all the pleasures of sex, she'd stripped herself naked. Her tan uniform and tall black boots lay on the floor.
"Yes?" she snapped impatiently. The fiery young virgin was still anxious to learn more, and the interruption annoyed them both. Val listened for a moment, then said: "Oh, good. Hmmm hummm. That's better still!"
The gaunt woman with an extremely long clit lowered the phone and turned back to the couch.
"I have a surprise for you, Holly."
"What now?" the girl asked. Her eyes drifted down to Val's feathery, finger-like clit and wondered what else they could possibly do.
"Your cousin is here."
"Sheila?"
Now Holly wasn't sure that was good news. She didn't want her time with her lusty captor to end.
"Er, no ... at least, not yet. She's on her way, but Lynda is here right now. I know how anxious she is to see you, so I'll give you some time alone with her."
Val Parker began pulling on her clothes, and Holly grinned sheepishly, wondering how she could ever explain all the restless yearnings she felt now. Her anxiety increased when Val left the office and ushered Lynda inside. As the door clicked shut behind the Work Farm superintendent, Holly choked.
"What happened, Lynda?"
The welts left by Sheriff Parker's belt had faded somewhat, but could still be seen.
"Nothing," the tall beauty replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Your face. What did they do, whip you?"
"No, nothing like that. I just had a nice talk with the sheriff at the jail, then he took me to see this wonderful doctor...." She had to pause and think. "James, his name was. Dr. James. He took me to Paris."
"Paris? There hasn't been time for you to go to Paris and back." Holly leaped up off the couch, forgetting that she was stark naked. She no longer felt bashful about that. "Lynda, are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm fine, dear." They hugged and caressed each other, seeking and offering reassurance. "I've never felt better. We went to the showroom of a famous designer, and I got to model the most fabulous clothes!"
"We haven't been apart long enough for you to fly to New York, much less Paris," Holly argued worriedly.
"I was there," Lynda insisted with a dreamy little grin. "I modeled a beautiful gown made of yards and yards of chiffon, and a gorgeous mink cape that reached clear to the floor."
She twirled as though to show Holly the elegant outfit. In her ragged, denim jail dress, spotted with damp stains of cum, the poised moves of a highfashion model looked absurd.
"Lynda." Holly broke off with a sigh of frustration. By the glassy-eyed look of delight in her cousin's eyes, Holly knew that she wasn't getting through. She decided to change the subject. "Val said that Sheila is on her way here too."
"Oh, yes. Elroy and Waldo brought her in. They were taking her to see the doctor as I was leaving. I hope he takes her to Paris too. She could use some no new clothes." Lynda giggled. "You know what awful taste she has, always dressing like a frump."
"Come over here, Lynda." Holly caught her arm as she whirled by, and she led her tall cousin toward the couch. "Sit down, before you get dizzy and fall."
"I'm dizzy already. We made love in a beautiful . hotel suite, overlooking the River Seine. The doctor is so young and sexy. I hope he takes Sheila there, too. She needs a man in her life."
"Yes, she does. Now lie back, Lynda. You need to rest."
Holly knew that Lynda could not possibly have done all that she said. And the last thing their cousin, Sheila, wanted in her life was a man, but she saw no point in trying to argue when Lynda was at least half out of her head.
The young redhead felt her cousin's brow. Her temperature seemed normal. Her pulse was fast, but her insane whirling in imaginary clothes could easily account for that.
Then Holly eyed the spreading stains of dampness on the front of Lynda's dress. At least one part of her crazed story" must be true. She'd been with a man, and they had made love. He'd filled her to overflowing.
The sight and smell of cum gave Holly an odd twinge. While sucking on Val's deliciously long clit, the woman had bemoaned the fact that her little clitshaft would not shoot like a man.
"I wish I could give you your first taste of hot jism," she'd said.
"You should get out of those wet clothes," Holly said, straining to control the joy of excitement she felt. Lynda's sleek, elegant curves made her far more appealing than Val.
The eager young redhead helped Lynda wiggle out of her dress. The tall brunette was still half lost in a dreamy reverie, but not too far gone to notice the gleam of freshly awakened desire in her cousin's eyes.
"What's with you?" Lynda asked with impish glee. "Did that handsome doctor see you too?"
"No, but Val ... er, taught me a few things."
Holly sat close beside her and felt tingles of anticipation when their naked thighs touched.
"Probably the same things I planned to teach you when we got to the coast," Lynda said, miffed because the hatchet-faced woman got to Holly first, but pleased that her young cousin was eager for more.
"There's one thing she couldn't teach me," Holly said with a blush. "What's that?"
Lynda circled an arm around Holly's bare shoulder. Her hand drifted down, reaching forward beneath the girl's arm, until her fingers rested on the soft outside slope of one smooth tit.
Holly said weakly: "I've been wondering about the taste of cum." She'd learned the word from Val and repeated it now in an uneasy tone.
"Oh, well ... I just happen to have a pussy full. Why don't you lean over and sample it?" she offered, urging Holly's head toward her lap with her encircling arm.
"Is ... is this really what you wanted to do when we got to the coast?"
"Part of it," she confessed willingly. "I also want to eat that tender, little virgin pussy of yours."
"Then you better do it now. Val says I won't be a virgin for long, after that party starts tomorrow night," Holly said, laughing nervously.
The luscious young redhead swiveled around as Lynda stretched out on the couch. She straddled the brunette's smiling face and bent down, sniffing the scent of jism that wafted up from Lynda's cunt.
Lynda strained upward, and she lipped the redfurred mouth of Holly's pussy. Her tawny cunt hairs glistened with the musky oils of desire. The delicate tang of virgin pussy filled Lynda's gaping mouth. She nibbled and thrust her tongue where no man's cock had ever been.
Holly took a bit longer making up her mind. Still haunted by the strict teachings of her childhood, she brought her head down very slowly. Her tongue swiped timidly across Lynda's juicy cunt, hardly touching her at all.
"Hhhaaaah," the brunette sighed.
She wanted more. Lynda couldn't recall much of what the sheriff and weird old Dr. James had done, but the nerve-ends in her overworked fuckhole had a craving for a woman's tender touch. She spread her legs wide and arched her back, tempting Holly with the slick, damp warmth of her fuckhole. The girl could see little pearl-like beads of silver cream dotting her lips.
Lynda clamped her hands on Holly's thighs and pressed her down toward her waiting mouth.
"Yyyuuummm," she cooed, burrowing deep with her tongue.
Holly squirmed and felt her passions flare again. She hooked her tongue into Lynda's cunt and came away with a glossy coating of slick cum. She took it in, swallowing with a look of apprehension. The taste seemed strong, the texture slick as oil. She didn't like it at all at first, but she bowed her head back to try again.
"Eat me, you little bitch! Lick my pussy clean!" Lynda said impatiently, reaming Holly with her tongue again.
The outburst shocked the girl, but Val had taught her to obey. She dropped her churning lips and skewered her tongue into Lynda's dripping pussy.
"Huunnngh," she groaned.
The creamy slime inside had an even stronger taste, but Holly found it compelling. She wanted more. She lapped and sucked, bobbing her redcrowned head up and down like a pile driver.
"Hhhmmm, that's better," Lynda said between thrusts into the virgin pussy spread over her face.
She eased one hand back and stroked Holly's cuntlips with her fingertips. She parted the soft outer folds of skin and eased her long, slender middle finger into the girl's narrow cunt slit.
"Hhhoooo?" Holly gasped.
The probing digit reached further than any tongue, further than Val's clit, too. Lynda touched the taut little membrane that sealed Holly's virgin fuckhole. She pressed on it, straining the delicate web of flesh.
"Hunnngh!" the girl groaned. "Don't break it, Lynda. Oh, please ... No! Val will be so mad if you do!"
"Fuck that scrawny hag," she said.
Lynda had never felt such an overwhelming desire. She pressed harder with her finger until she could feel Holly's little drumhead start to tear.
"Eeeeyyyyoow!" the redhead wailed. A searing, hot pain blazed in her pussy and cold chills of fear filled her head. , Val burst into the room screaming: "What the hell? Stop that! Damn you, cunt ... get your hand away from her!"
Lynda paid no attention at all. She gulped excitedly and wiggled her finger in the small rip. A dull red drop of virgin blood smeared, glossing her plunging finger. Holly screeched desperately, shrilling sounds of pain as the split in her cherry grew wider.
Val grabbed her whip off the desk and ran toward the couch, trailing the braided lash behind her. us
"Stop it, both of you! I want her cherry for the party tomorrow night!"
She lashed sidearm, meaning to hit only the sleek-bodied brunette. But Holly was hunched over her, pumping her ripe little ass up and down. The stinging braid of black leather hit them both.
Holly felt a jabbing hot needle of pain when her cherry first gave way, but that shock melted into shivers of lewd delight, stronger than anything she'd ever known. It was the same when the braided lash struck her hunched thigh. First sharp pain, then a surge of pleasure that felt blistering hot.
The redhead yelped and reared back, thrusting herself down on Lynda's extended finger. More slick cherry juice brought red to the flow of her natural oils.
"Oh, shit!" Val screamed, feeling a shock of despair.
Lynda's hand blazed red with damp warmth, a sure sign of what she'd done. Holly thrashed like a speared fish.
"Fuck me, Lynda! Rip my cherry. Tear it to bits, I don't want some awful man to do it!" she cried.
"Bitches! Stop at once!" she demanded, swinging the whip in a vicious arch again, lashing them both.
Lynda's body jerked, and a welt, like a red tongue of flame, blazed down her side. But that only made her finger stab deeper, twisting to tear away more of the cherry she craved.
"You stupid cunts, you've ruined everything!"
Val's blind fury brought a blurring hail of black leather. The whip hissed and cracked across Holly's back. It snapped and curled around her ripe little ass. She yelped from the burning pain but only increased the frenzy of her fuck motions.
"Don't leave a shred of my cherry," she droned. "Fuck me, Lynda. Fuck it all away!"
The sting of the whip had only added to the intensity of her lewd pleasure. It sharpened her senses and made her heart race, sparking the best climax yet in her young life.
"Go, Holly! Go! Fuck yourself on my hand as hard as you can!"
The biting tongue of the whip had partially cleared her mind. She caught fleeting glimpses of Sheriff Parker, with his heavy belt, and this was the only way she knew to gain revenge. She'd take the whip all night if she had to, but she wouldn't leave so much as one sweet drop of cherry stain for that sadistic bastard and his crooked friends to enjoy.
Lynda reamed in her hand and then jerked it out, clamping her spread lips over the mouth of Holly's cunt. She sucked hungrily, clinging and gulping down her cousin's coppery-tasting flow.
Val dropped the whip, seeing that it only added to their perverse delights. She fisted a hand in Holly's long hair and yanked the girl off the couch.
Lynda laced her arms around Holly and hung on, still sucking like some voracious parasite. They both crashed to the floor in a moaning tangle of arms and legs.
"You blood-sucking fiend, let her go!" Val raged.
Lynda tumbled to the top of the heap, lips smacking and dripping red cunt cream.
Val caught the brunette's long hair in her other hand, and she tugged to wrench them apart. Holly just sighed in delight, too lost in obscene rapture to know the difference between pleasure and pain.
The tan-uniformed woman in high black boots could only think of the Attorney General's wrath when he learned his special treat had been denied him. Her foot flew back and she kicked Lynda hard in the side of the head.
She gasped out a cry and went sprawling, knocked halfway across the room by the flashing kick of Val's booted foot. Lynda shook her head and made a feeble attempt to stand, then she slumped and fell flat.
Holly whimpered like a child, not because she knew what happened to Lynda, but because her ecstasy had ended so abruptly. Val muttered furiously under her breath and stalked to the phone.
"Get me Dr. James at the infirmary," she barked. Her long fingers drummed on the desk. "I don't give a shit how busy he is! Tell him to get his ass to my office right now! And send in some guards. I've got a bloody-faced bitch in here that belongs in the Sweat box.
Val Parker slammed down the phone and glared at Lynda's unconscious form.
* * *
The Sweatbox was a small cubicle made of black sheet steel. It stood in the yard of the Rocklin County Work Farm, sponging up the heat of the sun.
It was long after sunset when the guards tossed Lynda Banner's limp body into the cramped metal cell, but it still felt hot enough inside to bake bread.
She gasped and wheezed in the oppressive heat, slowly dragging herself up to a sitting position. It was dark as a mine inside. Lynda blinked, thinking that she might still be unconscious. But her head ached. Her temple beat like a bass drum where that bitch, Val Parker, had kicked her.
And her arms and legs had been chained. She heard the heavy links clank on the metal floor whenever she tried to move. Two broad metal bands circled her wrists, and the chain cut across the small of her back.
Her ankles had been similarly bound. Lynda could feel, but not see her cruel restraints. And the heat! Her lungs burned with each breath she took. If this hot, black hole wasn't hell, it was awfully damn close.
Lynda's head snapped up when the solid steel door clanked open. Waldo stood grinning, his squat body out-lined by the light of the rising moon.
"You again?" she questioned weakly.
"No, me and Elroy's had enough of you for awhile. Val wants you to have special treatment tonight. She had us march over all the guys from the Male Unit of the farm. Some of those poor bastards ain't fucked a woman in over a year."
"Some?" Lynda questioned as sweat streamed down from the furrows of her worried brow. "How many are there?"
"Only twenty," Waldo said with a smile. "So Elroy and me decided to lettum all fuck you twice."
CHAPTER NINE
Dawn's pink glow shined through the door of the Sweatbox when it clanked open. Lynda Banner heard the sound so often during the night that she thought nothing of it.
She sat hunched in the far corner of her metal cell, almost asleep. Her head rested on her knees. Val Parker stood in the doorway, her gaunt frame black against the shimmer of sunrise.
"I trust you slept well," the hawkish woman said in a pleasant tone.
"You know better than that."
Lynda cut herself off, refusing to satisfy the sadistic bitch by saying any more. But her body shivered as visions of the long night flashed through her mind.
Twenty men. All of them convicts, all with steel-hard cocks, half crazy for cunt flesh. And all of them twice. Every nerve and fiber in her lithe body ached. The last tremors of her multiple orgasms had not ceased, even when she tried to sleep.
"You look happy enough to start all over again," Val said. "Are you disappointed I'm not a man?"
"No, I was just thinking that I beat you worse than you beat me. I popped Holly's cherry. You're going to have one hell of a time explaining that to some prick-headed politician."
Val gave her a strange smile and, for the first time, Lynda noticed what looked like a long black whip trailing from her right hand.
"You're wrong," the Work Farm superintendent said blandly. "Restoration of the hymen is a fairly simple operation. It's done often in the Far East ... when a girl from an important family has been raped, or when a young whore wants something special to raise her price. Our Dr. James has mastered the technique. Now, on your feet, slut! We've talked long enough."
Val Parker raised her arm, lifting something long, slender and black. Lynda cowered against the wall, expecting to be whipped again.
"Open the valve," Val cried to some unseen assistant. "This stupid cunt smells like a festering sore."
Lynda watched the long black thing begin to writhe like a snake. Val's hands held steady. It moved with a life of its own. It hissed like a snake and then spewed forth an icy stream. What she held was a high-pressure hose.
The chilling spray knocked Lynda flat against the metal wall. With her wrists in chains, she couldn't raise her arms to protect her face.
"Aaaggghhh!" she cried, pitching to one side, scrambling to get her feet beneath her.
Chains fouled her efforts. She tumbled and rolled. Icy water, in a needle-sharp stream, dented her flesh wherever it struck. It dimpled her ass and shot into the crack of her ass. Lynda howled and turned the other way. Now her mink-furred cunt took the force. Val Parker laughed and played the hose on her tits. They trembled like gelatin, nipples swollen and tingling with cold.
"Stop it," she begged. "Oh, please ... stop!"
"I want your scummy body clean for the party tonight," Val told her. "Be glad I'm not scraping off cum with a wire brush!"
She played the hose on Lynda's crotch again. The bitterly cold stream jarred loose globs of cum that had congealed on her thighs. There must have been a quart of cum inside her pussy. It took long minutes of the merciless spray to wash it all off.
By then, the metal floor of the cell was awash.
Lynda flopped and slithered helplessly. Her leg and wrist chains clanked when she rolled, and her voice rang with the same grating sound.
"Enough! Oh, please! I'll be good. I'll do anything you want!"
"All right," Val agreed. "Turn off the hose," she called to the guards. "Drag her out of there. Dry her ass. Clean up anything I happened to miss. Get her fucking hair done and have her at Central Supply by noon!"
* * *
The squat concrete-block structure, marked Central Supply, looked similar to half a dozen other buildings that ringed the compound at the Rocklin County Work Farm.
Lynda had come to accept steel doors, double locks and heavy bolts as common during her stay. She'd given up all thought of beating the system. They had her locked in, chained hand and foot. Her only hope now was to survive.
Even with that grim determination, she felt ridiculous. Standing naked and barefoot under the noonday sun, Lynda had her hair done in an elaborate French roll.
Artful makeup disguised her various welts and bruises, but did nothing to diminish the aches and pains she felt inside. At least she wasn't alone. She stood in line with a dozen other women, all naked except for their chains, all with their hair carefully styled.
Holly stood right behind her, at the back of the line. The young redhead was blushing, modest as ever, doing the best she could to cover her intimate parts.
Lynda kept glancing back, smiling in reassurance. It didn't seem to help. She thought the doctor must have done more than repair her torn cherry. He'd worked on her head as well.
"Atten-hutt!" a guard snapped.
Val Parker strode by, eyes as dark and glittering as her high boots. She went to the steel door that marked the start of the line. She keyed open the locks, tossed back the steel bolts and swung the door wide.
"In, one at a time," Val told them. "A guard will remove your wrist chains, but don't try anything funny. Make one wrong move, and I'll have your head shaved. Then make you mop floors for a week with your elegant hair."
Murmuring among themselves, the women began to file inside. Their wrist chains were unlocked, one by one, and piled by the door. Lynda heard astonished gasps as the women went in, single file, but she still had no idea what to expect.
What she saw when her turn came amazed her. It might have been the showroom of a famous designer. Racks of stunning high-fashion gowns -lined one long wall. Glass cases, displaying expensive jewelry, -lined the other. There were racks of shoes and other accessories and, across the back wall, another rack with enough luxurious furs to carpet the prison yard-minks in every shade, lustrous sable, downy soft chinchillas.
Val Parker stood in the middle of the room, her sinewy arms crossed over her chest. She was beaming, obviously pleased by the dazzled looks in the women's eyes.
"Where'd you get such wonderful things?" Linda asked her.
"Some of the women passing through Rocklin County are quite wealthy. And by the time they leave here, they don't much care what they leave behind. Dr. James takes care of that for us."
"Like he took me to Paris," Lynda muttered to herself.
She pieced together enough moments of clear thinking to know that couldn't have been. Her flight was as phony as Holly's trip back to complete innocence.
"The doctor's a wonderful man!" said the last woman through the door.
The late-comer's voice was familiar. It brought Lynda's head snapping around. Sheila! Her legs were chained like the rest of them.
"Lynda and Holly," she cooed. "How nice of you to invite me to this wonderful place! I spent last evening with the doctor and some of his famous friends."
"What friends?" Lynda whispered.
"The best legal minds of all time! There was Clarence Darrow, Oliver Wendell Holmes and...." She rattled off the names of several more. "It was a fabulous discussion. Afterwards, the doctor and I made love. He's such a brilliant and passionate man."
"Sheila, those famous people you mentioned are all dead. You couldn't possibly have talked to any of them."
She looked blankly at her cousin and insisted: "But I did!" And then Sheila walked by, unconcerned, headed for the rack of furs, taking short steps only because her legs were chained.
Sheila had often dreamed of wealth and all the fabulous luxuries it would afford her. Her law degree was the first step. Gaining experience and establishing a reputation in the Attorney General's office was the next. Then she planned to enter private practice, where the big money was all made. Grinning confidently, she stroked the sleeve of a long sable coat which was almost the same color as her auburn hair.
"This is for you, my dear," Val said to Holly. She swept a long, flowing cape of snow-white mink off the rack, and she showed it to the young redhead. "This and a lovely, white satin gown. You'll look so pure and innocent."
Holly was nodding eagerly, trying things on, beaming like a kid under the Christmas tree.
"It's all bull shit," Lynda kept muttering to herself. "The whole world is bull shit."
She was trying on a long straight stole made of dark, shimmering ranch mink, stroking her fingers through the deep fur. Her eyes gleamed, her lips curved. "But this is the nicest of all the shit I've ever been through!"
* * *
As darkness fell that evening, a train of long, black limousines wound its way deep into the secluded hills of Rocklin County. Armed motorcycle escorts guided and followed the train.
The uniformed chauffeurs were all armed as well. They wore huge revolvers under jackets specially tailored to conceal the bulge.
Dark-tinted glass concealed the men who lounged in the spacious rear compartments. And it protected them as well. The glass was thick and tempered to stop a rifle bullet.
For all their precautions, those men of power and importance would not feel truly safe until they were inside the heavily guarded compound that was Sheriff Enos Parker's hilltop retreat. They all had reason to fear terrorists, kidnapers and assassins, and only behind high walls could they really feel free. Without realizing it, they'd become prisoners of their own importance.
They craved privacy as much as they feared violence. Close public scrutiny would destroy most of them, as surely as a well-aimed rifle shot.
A respected politician, caught in bed with a whore, his neighbor's wife or a wanton young teen, would almost surely lose the next election. The image and business of a giant corporation can be severely damaged if its president, or chairman of the board, should make the same kind of mistake in public.
But beneath all the trappings of wealth, power and prestige, they were men much like any other man. Their cocks twitched and swelled at the sight of shapely tits and rounded asses.
Zeb and his son watched enviously from the woods as the procession of limo's purred by.
"Won't be no action out here tonight," the old man complained. "Road's gonna be guarded like Fort Knox."
"I'd give my ass to have a fine car like one of them," the boy sighed. Then he slammed the rim of the steering wheel with his fist. "I hate driving this old wreck!"
"Sure you do, but we hadda buy a piece of every limo you watched go by. One's a state car, another belongs to some big oil man, I hear ... we hadda pay for at least one part in every one."
"And they're all goin' up to Parker's place, to fuck them luscious cunts."
"That I don't mind so much, Boy. I figure the time they spend fuckin' cunt is the only time they ain't workin' to find new ways fer fuckin' us!"
* * *
Sheriff Enos Parker stood on the balcony of his rambling hilltop retreat. The redwood and stone exterior blended well with the surrounding countryside. Even better disguised was the distant chain-link fence. It was as tall and secure as the one surrounding the Work Farm, and the top wire carried an electrical charge strong enough to stun a moose.
He couldn't see the fence from his huge home, nor could he see the teams of men, patrolling with their vicious attack-trained dogs. But he knew they were there.
It all gave him a sense of power that few men had been privileged to know. He was the absolute master of all he surveyed. He stood in his tuxedo, smiling as the first car topped the rise.
That would be the women, the vital cogs in his machine. By catering to the special needs of his important guests, they helped protect his empire and insure its prosperity.
Parker's father was a poor farmer, a man who never made it through the third grade. But he understood life better than a lot of college professors. He taught his son early in life.
"Just like there's two sexes, there's two kinds of people in this world. Some get fucked and some do the fuckin'. I always been on the wrong side of that last part, and I want you to do better, Boy. Be one that fucks, 'steada gets fucked!" his father had advised.
Enos Parker only wished the old man could see him now. He'd made that the guiding principle of his whole life-to be one of the fuckers, never a fuckee.
His cousin, Val, was the first one out of the lead car. She wore a simple, almost severe, black dress, topped by a short black mink jacket that had been shaped to conceal a shoulder holster and the snub-nosed revolver it held.
Holly came next, her ripe young body cloaked in silky white fur. With long red hair streaming down her back, it looked like fire in a field of snow. Parker meant to have her at least once before the night was through.
Then came Lynda: tall, dark and graceful. He remembered her well. With so many to choose from, Enos Parker seldom fucked with any woman more than once. But for that tall, stately bitch he might be willing to make an exception later on.
Sheila Cooper was third out of the car. Parker's grin warped. She was the smart-ass young attorney who meant to raise hell. How different she looked in a long gown and flowing sable coat. And how different she would be before the night was done. Parker had very special plans for her.
All of the doctor's post-hypnotic suggestions had been programmed to fade whenever Sheriff Parker snapped his fingers in front of her face. He wanted her fully to be aware, to know for once what it was like to eat some of the shit she was so happy to dish out.
Then Tammy Wilson stepped out, the troubled little blonde who wasn't troubled anymore. Parker grinned wryly. Not all of the doctor's mind twisting was selfish in its intent. The charming, young business executive she was paired with first would banish all thought of her stepfather's abuse. After that, she'd be ready for anything. Even what Enos Parker had in mind for the luscious young blonde.
He turned and ambled back into the main room. Everything had to be ready when the motorcade, bearing his important guests, pulled up the drive. Parker signaled to the orchestra and soft strains of music filled the great hall.
* * *
"Isn't this the most fabulous place you ever saw?" Sheila said with a gasp.
"It sure is," Holly sighed. "Our whole house would fit in one corner of this room."
"And that necklace you're wearing would more than pay for that house," Lynda remarked with an air of indifference.
All of this seemed much like being a model to her. She turned and fondled the lustrous mink as she glanced around.
"It would?"
Holly's hands flew to the glittering stones that circled her neck, rubies more fiery red than her long hair.
"Aaah, ladies ... permit me to introduce myself."
Sheila blinked and said: "You're Judge Armand B. Nathan." Then she smiled and extended her hand. "I'm Sheila Cooper, with the Attorney General's office. These are my cousins."
"We've all met," Lynda interrupted.
The wizened old judge ignored her. He smiled pleasantly and said to Sheila: "Speaking of the Attorney General ... here he comes now."
Sheila gulped and gasped, awed by the distinguished gray-haired man being led toward the group by Enos Parker.
"Greg," Sheila said in amazement. "What are you doing here?" In the office, she never would have presumed to call the Attorney General by his first name. Then she blinked, still wide-eyed and confused. "For that matter, what am I doing here?"
"Don't you remember?" the sheriff asked with a smile.
His beefy hand came up and his thick fingers snapped only an inch in front of her face. Her head jerked so violently that it loosened strands of glittering auburn hair.
"Yes, I do! Greg ... I mean, sir ... you won't believe what's going on here. I have a case that will-"
"Sheila, my dear," he interrupted her. "You've been a case from the very start. You ranked fifth on a list of qualified applicants, and you were only hired because the first four were men and I had a stupid quota to meet."
He then turned to Holly and released all the charm that had won him three terms as Attorney General, a kind of subtle persuasion that would probably make him the governor of the state.
"I'd much rather meet you," he said.
"I'm flattered," Holly answered shyly.
"You're a damn fool!" Sheila roared. "He only wants your body!"
Val Parker came up behind her, quick and silent. Her gaunt hand gripped the back of Sheila's neck, fingers pressed along one side. She whispered sternly: "The artery I'm about to squeeze feeds blood to your brain. Ten seconds of full pressure will leave you unconscious. Two minutes will make you a basket-case."
Sheila forced herself to remain calm-She knew about the quota system for women. Part of her job was enforcing that new law, but she hated to think she'd been given that job because of her sex. And she hated the Attorney General because, he wanted her young cousin for the same reason ... but in a far more natural way.
Holly was dazzled by the smile and the charm of a man who wooed her nightly on TV. This was an election year, and the Attorney General had a lot of money to spend on his campaign for the governorship. He had influential friends who could well afford his political favors. One of them was a short, skinny little oil man working his way toward Lynda Banner.
The politician's charm wore thin when he grasped Holly's arms and began growling in a lusty voice, unlike the one he used on TV.
"I haven't fucked a virgin in a long, long time!" he told her.
She edged back half a step. Some cloudy part of her mind kept telling her feet to run, but they refused to respond. He held her firmly and nuzzled one of her ripely curved breasts, nibbling tit through a soft mantle of white fur.
"I'm going to love fucking you for the first time," he said in a voice rasping with lust. "Ripping your cherry and watching you bleed!"
"No!"
Holly wrenched one arm from his grasp and tried to jerk free. Waldo came out of the milling crowd. His tailored suit did nothing to disguise his brute strength. He grabbed her jerking arm and held it in a vise-like grip.
Greg, the Attorney General, still held fast to her other arm. He was leering now, wetting his lips and looking more deranged than the kid driving the rusty old car.
Sheriff Parker grabbed one of her legs. The old judge grabbed the other. Together, they hoisted the kicking and screaming girl, and they dropped her on a white satin-covered platform that two uniformed butlers had just wheeled into the room. i "No!" Holly cried. "No, please!" fc They all laughed and stretched her limbs to the four corners of the frame. Locking steel bands awaited her wrists and ankles. Holly sobbed, squirming in layers of white mink, but they laughed again and all four of the locks clicked shut.
With the luscious young virgin entrapped, the state's leading dandidate for governor turned his familiar smile on the crowd.
"You all know I'm a friend of American agriculture ... a fervent supporter of the family-owned farm! Now I want you all to observe my devotion to that cause. Watch me pick this beautifully ripe cherry!"
CHAPTER TEN
Holly's silky red hair lay in loose waves around her face. She couldn't bear to watch, but she knew the man called Greg was stripping off his clothes. His formal jacket, tie and ruffled shirt all went flying. They hit the floor in ominous whispers.
The women, in diamonds and furs, all murmured anxiously, crowding around the satin-draped platform where Holly had been spread-eagled, helpless as a sacrificial lamb. Men mingled with them, hands gliding through folds of luxurious fur to sample the fleshy treasures concealed beneath. They all cheered like high school kids at a football game when the honored guest pulled down his pants.
"My God, what a great cock!" one of the women exclaimed.
The padded platform stood waist-high, so Holly could not see his cock at first. Greg edged through the anxious crowd and stood by the side, near her head. His chest was bare, almost hairless. Taut ribbons of muscle heaved with each rasping breath he took.
"You're so deliciously tempting," he said. "Fully ripe, but still tender and sweet." .
His hands reached out and began to open the buttons that closed the front of her white gown.
Holly winced, turning her head the other way. She knew now why none of the women's glamorous outfits included panties or a bra. Such things would only get in the way once the party got started.
If the other women knew that the same or a similar fate awaited them, none seemed to mind. Their excited chattering grew louder as Holly's magnificent tits were laid bare.
"Oooooh, I'd give anything in the world to have big, full tits like that!" she heard a woman say.
"They're mine now!" Greg whispered hoarsely. His throat was dry with anticipation and hot as a chimney flue. "Tits like ripe sweet melons, nipples like juicy red berries!"
He bowed and kissed one then the other.
"Unnngh!" Holly groaned, wincing and thrashing her head. Her helpless young body glazed with a film of nervous sweat.
Greg kept kissing and sucking her gloriously big tit mounds, lapping and twisting her nipples until they hardened red and bright as the rubies around her neck.
His massive cock swelled with the surging blood of excitement, rising about the edge of the satin-covered frame.
"Look how thick and hard his cock is," a woman said to the investment banker who'd reached inside her flowing cape of silver fox to finger her ass cheeks.
Greg's trembling fingers kept popping open buttons, widening the V of exposed flesh down to her cunt. More envious gasps and rasping sounds of desire sounded when Holly's fiery thatch of pussy hair came into view.
"What a foxy little cunt she has!" another woman said. The lips of her pussy seethed when she watched Greg inch his head down towards Holly's tangle of silky red curls.
"And how sweet it smells," Greg said loud enough for all to hear. "There's nothing quite like the delicate, musky scent of a pussy that's never felt cock."
"Unless it's the taste," the president of a big computer firm said. He had the hand of a gorgeous platinum-blonde stuffed into the front of his pants.
"Yes, the taste! Sweet and tart as a cherry should be!"
Greg bowed his head once again. His hungry lips sealed over the mouth of her pussy. His tongue burrowed into her narrow cunt slit and hooked back, dripping with a glossy smear of fuck honey.
"Hhhhmmm, if I wasn't so hot to fuck your tender little pussy, I could suck on it all night!" he said, and moved around to the end of the frame.
"Lift your head up!" a woman suggested. "Take a look at what's going to make you a woman."
Holly winced her eyes shut and rolled her head. But she felt the man climbing up between her shackled legs and, soon, she felt the pulsing heat of his eager cock. She gulped and held her breath, shivering with fear. Playing at sex with Val and Lynda had done little to prepare her for this.
Greg stroked the knob of his hot prick up and down in her fuck slot, stirring her simmering juices to a full boil. He felt the soft cling of her quivering outer cunt lips. He wrenched his fuck shaft with his hand, and he gave it a few turns around the nub of her clit.
"Huuuuunnnngh!" Holly groaned, biting her lips to keep from screaming. She hated what he was doing to her, but she wanted it all the same.
He sensed that and said: "She's so hot now she can hardly stand it. Her little cherry is trembling like a leaf in a howling gale. She can't wait for me to rip it apart and plunge in with a foot of hot prick!"
"Oh, no!" Holly managed to say. "Nnnooo!"
But he couldn't wait either. Teasing a virgin pussy had his giant cock so engorged with blood that it felt ready to burst. Jism bubbled and churned in his balls. If he didn't fuck her hard and fast, he knew he'd shoot off before he got in.
"Brace yourself, baby-Hhhuuummph!"
A shrill gasp went up from everyone ringing the platform, but Holly's wild cry of pain was louder than all their voices combined.
Greg felt the wringing tightness of her cunt grip his cock. He felt the strain of her cherry web as it stretched and popped. His cock sank deep, ramming to the hilt.
A cheer went up as he drew back. Women stooped and craned their necks to get good, close looks at his blood-smeared prickshaft before it sank again.
"Hhhhoooo?" Holly gasped.
It didn't hurt nearly so much the second time. She almost liked it. His cock was so much bigger than Val's weird clit or Lynda's finger. Her pussy convulsed in spasms of anguished delight.
He bored in deep, grinding and twisting his bony hips on her lush body. Greg knew he could only stand the tortured writhings of her virgin hole for another few seconds, and he wanted to make them count. The dapper, silver-haired man bucked and thumped on her soft flesh, fucking furiously.
"Hhhaaa! Hhhooo! Huuuungh!" she cried.
It felt like he was splitting her apart, not just ripping the tattered remains of her cherry, but splitting her cunt right up to her ears.
Greg hissed and held his breath, enjoying that last delightful moment of torture before his cock shot. When the rush of hot jism exploded, it brought exquisite relief. He roared with satisfaction, and he fucked his meaty prick into her pussy as hard and fast as he could.
Spurts of cum splattered her cunt walls, seeping deep and splashing back. The slick flow greased his cockshaft, increasing Holly's strange, lewd sense of pleasure.
"Fuck me!" she screamed, flaring her eyes wide. "Oh, fuck me hard! Rip it in. Pound my little pussy! Make me cum! I want a great climax my first time!"
Her eyes rolled, then Holly let out another eerie scream of tortured joy. She got the climax she'd been begging for, and it seemed to last for hours.
Sheila stood mute through it all, until she saw Greg draw out his weakened, blood-smeared cunt wrecker.
"You'll pay for this!" she snarled. "You'll all pay!"
Val's hand tightened on Sheila's neck. The furious auburn-haired lawyer felt a giddy moment of dizziness.
"Don't knock her clear out," Sheriff Parker said in a hushed voice. "Just shut her up, and take her to the room we've prepared."
The gaunt, hawkish woman grinned as she turned and forced Sheila toward a side door. Sheila felt too weak and dizzy to resist. Her feet jerked like a puppet with tangled strings.
Val Parker thrust her through the door and propelled her down the hall, through another door, into a bedroom. A huge, canopied bed dominated the room, but Val pushed Sheila around that and through a door leading to the bathroom.
There the iron-handed superintendent forced Sheila to her knees on the cold tile floor. Sheriff Parker came padding along behind and, with him, a few of the more curious guests.
The president of the computer company decided nothing they could do in the bathroom would be more interesting than the gorgeous platinum blonde who still had her hand stuck down the front of his pants. He threw her on the bed, pulled up her skirt and began fucking her brains out, unconcerned that other guests were still filing by.
Some paused to watch the writhing blonde in her elegant wrapping of silver fox. She howled, and she whipped her cunt like a whirlwind.
Val slacked her grip and let Sheila's vision clear. The sheriff stood beside them both. He said to the cowering woman on her knees: "You're so fucking high and mighty! Well, here's your throne."
Sheila gaped at the toilet that loomed before her eyes. The seat was up and the bowl was spotlessly clean, except for one thing. First her nose and then her whole face rumpled in disgust. A long, ugly brown thing lay curled beneath the sparkling water. It half filled the bowl.
She had no way of knowing that it was only chunk-style peanut butter, not by its shape and where it was. She assumed the worst and thought she might retch."
"Eat it!" the Sheriff insisted.
"No!" Sheila's back stiffened, but Val was forcing her head down into the yawning white mouth of the bowl. "Oh, God!"
Her muscles ached from the strain, but she managed to stop her downward plunge just before her lips touched the water.
"You've been spouting a lot of shit since you got your law degree, now I want to see you swallow some of it," Parker said.
Eager murmurs rippled through the small crowd bunched around the door. Waldo had whispered to them all that it was only peanut butter. Everyone knew except Sheila. She still thought it was the real thing.
"If you don't start eating shit, I'll have Val shove your face in it!" Parker said. It was hard to make his voice seem stern when he wanted so much to laugh. He winked at those watching and said: "All right, Val. If she won't do it on her own-"
"Oh, when I get you filthy sadists into court you'll all wish you'd never been born! Bluugh!"
Val pushed her face into the water and the sheriff let out a roar of laughter.
"She won't let your head up until you've licked the bowl clean," he said.
Sheila's horrified protest rose as noisy bubbles. Some of the women choked back sighs of dismay. They thought it was a terrible trick to play, but said nothing for fear that even worse might happen to them.
Steady pressure forced Sheila's head down even more. The chilled water was lapping in her ears and her lips touched that awful-looking thing. They jerked back in disgust, cringing so violently that more of her precious breath slipped away.
"I don't know how long you can hold your breath, but I'd start eating if I was you," some man said.
Sheila mouthed the word "bastard" and it came up as bursting bubbles. Val gave a last vicious shove and pressed Sheila's quivering lips into the slimy brown thing.
The taste was nothing like what she expected, but she didn't know yet it was all a cruel hoax. She could only think of two choices, one bad and one worse. She had to eat shit or drown with her head stuffed into a toilet bowl. With a watery sigh of disgust, she began to eat.
The sheriff watched with keen interest, laughing in triumph all the while.
"Is she about done?" he asked Val who had a better view.
"One more bite," she said.
"Well, good."
Parker reached out and pushed down the flush lever. Fresh water rushed in all around from under the rim. It soaked Sheila's fancy hairdo, loosening wet curls of auburn hair. She was sobbing, gasping and snarling with rage when Val finally let her head up. Her hair drooped like a damp mop. Her face was smeared with brown from ear to ear.
Parker laughed without a hint of sympathy.
"Now, who wants to be first to fuck this proud bitch?" he asked.
Sheila gritted her teeth, not wanting to swallow or even move her tongue. But she felt a flicker of relief. With shit smeared all over her scowling face, she thought no man would even want to come near her.
"I do!" a familiar voice said. It was the Attorney General. He'd been let in on the gag along with all the others. "Ever since she came to work in my office under that damn quota for women, I've wanted to fuck that shit-eating grin off her face!"
Sheila heard four other men all voice their willingness to finish the job. They all grabbed her and dragged her to the canopied bed.
The platinum blonde and her corporate president both scrambled out of the way. They'd been so busy fucking, they didn't know about the trick that had been pulled. The two walked off shaking their heads.
"Who'd want to fuck a shitty bitch like that?" the blonde asked. "I don't even want to be in the same room!"
Meanwhile, a wealthy real estate promoter was the second to tatter the remains of Holly's reconstructed cherry. He fucked her with long, deliberately slow strokes while the raven-haired woman he'd been paired with looked on, seething with jealousy.
"This is the shits!" she complained. "I can't even get fucked at a damn orgy!"
The platinum blonde was just passing by. She said: "Honey, if you want to see what's the shits, check out that room down the hall."
Lynda stood off at the edge of the curious few still watching Holly's second orgasm. Most had left for other parts of the house to find pleasures of their own. She was sipping a chilled glass of sparkling champagne, and looking over the short, slightly built oil man who'd claimed her for the first round.
"There's nothing I like better than fucking a tall, beautiful hunk of woman like you!" he said.
Lynda glanced down and smiled pleasantly. The top of his head didn't even come up to her nipples. She was thinking: If his cock is built like the rest of him, he'll be able to fuck me in the ear!
"Let's us go find a nice room," he drawled.
Lynda nodded, smiling again, but she couldn't help thinking: A closet should do. This little fucker could almost lie down in a phone booth.
They walked down the hall. Lynda heard Sheila's frantic cries of lust and Greg's anxious grunts, but she paid little attention, even when her cousin's wailing reached a tone of sheer rapture.
"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck the shit out of me! Oooh, shit! Shit! Fuck me!" she heard Sheila scream.
Inside a room furnished with a luxurious, round bed, Lynda was reminded of something she should have known all along. A man's height and apparent size has nothing to do with the dimensions of his cock.
That short, wiry little oil man packed the longest and thickest cock she'd seen in a long time. A real pussy pleaser! She undressed quickly, shedding her dark mink and long gown in breathless haste.
"Surprised?" he asked her with a smile.
"And pleased!"
Lynda tumbled onto the big, round bed beside him. He reached over the edge and pressed a button built into the side. The bed began to revolve slowly.
"What?" she gasped.
"Relax, you'll love it."
Lynda pressed herself flat on her back, arms reaching out to clutch the edges of the revolving bed. The ceiling above her seemed to be spinning around, going faster with each turn.
"I ... I know I'll love your big cock ... but I'm not sure about this fucking merry-go-round!"
He crouched between her spread legs, gripping the tapers of her thighs to keep his balance, while working his cockhead toward the dark-haired slit of her pussy.
"Centrifugal force rushes blood to your brain," he said. "I can tell!"
Lynda's pulse drummed in her temples. Her long hair swirled and her scalp tingled.
"The force of motion will heighten every sensation," he said, "and add power to every thrust of my big cock."
"Oooh, Jeeezzzus! I don't think it needs anything added."
He stretched out on top of her, sinking the blood-engorged knob of his cock into the mouth of her cunt. He gave a shudder of sheer bliss when he felt her respond. Lynda's soft, wet pussy lips pulled and sucked on the knob of his huge prick. Sighs of frightened delight split from her gut, driven upward by the whirling force, until they became screams.
"Fucking won't be much fun if I get so dizzy I puke!"
"In another minute you won't even be able to think about that."
He was inching in his thick fuckshaft, watching a pained look of joy fill her watering eyes.
"Huuuunnngh!" she groaned. "Oh, God! How much more have you got?"
"About half of it. Seven more inches, I'd guess."
Hot blood was hammering in his cock head, driven by lusty desire, accented by the increasing speed of the revolving bed. Her sharply coned tits rested right under his chin. The nipples were already hard, swollen thicker than ever before.
He lowered his head to suck on one swollen tit tip while fondling the other with his hand. The sensation rushed to her head. Lynda howled and gaped through lids thrown wide. The insane speed seemed to be sucking her eyelids into her skull.
"I can't take anymore!" she cried.
"We've almost reached full speed," he assured her.
"I ... I don't mean that. I mean your big cock. It must be half way up my throat already!"
"Only three or four more inches," he said calmly.
The ceiling above became a threatening whirlpool of spiraling flame. Blood forced into her head made everything Lynda saw look red and feel blazing hot.
The little oil man seemed to take it all in stride. He'd used this device before. It was one of his favorites in the hidden mansion which was outfitted for every imaginable pleasure.
Lynda gave a grunt each time he thrust into her, sinking deeper and driving harder as the whirling bed reached maximum velocity. She felt a huge lump in her throat and thought that it must be his cock head.
"Grunnngh," she moaned. "Stop! Stop!"
"One more inch and you'll have it all."
He dove in and twisted his hips against hers, rooting his big prick in the depths of her seething fuck hole.
He had to grip and suck hard on her tits to keep from being thrown off the bed. His driving cock served as an anchor in the center of his small frame.
Lynda's pussy slit was at dead-center. It hardly seemed to be moving at all. She felt acutely aware of each spearing thrust. Shock waves of pleasure radiated to her head and the tips of her toes, gathering speed and force.
His big balls didn't just slap the crack of her ass, they battered it. Lynda arched timidly at first, fearing that any wild move might catapult them both off the bed. They swayed, their bodies clenched, and the next time she drove harder.
"That's it, you dizzy whore! Fuck my big cock. Show me how much you like having it inside!"
"Yyyeeeaaahhh!" she screamed, her lusty cry twisting and spiraling into the blurring vortex of fire.
"Fuck it, cunt! Buck your ass!"
"You little shit, I'll give you the ride of your life!" She arched again, slamming him hard, taking the whole throbbing length of his cock with a deep grunt of delight. "What a fierce, hot prick you've got! Jeeezzzus Christ. It feels like it's a fucking yard long!"
"Wait until you feel it cum!"
"Yes! I want that. I want it now! Fuck it to me, you little runt!"
"Slut!" he roared. Her insults had inspired him. "Let's see how much you can take!
He fucked into her pussy with a series of quick, deep thrusts. Their flesh slapped and their bodies lurched.
"Now! Fill my pussy! Fire that monster-cock while I'm really hot!"
He did it, not to please her, but because he couldn't hold back. The blurring speed of the revolving bed added to the sucking force of her eager cunt.
Trembling waves of jism swelled each time his balls crashed into the padded cleft of her ass. The steaming pressure reached his cock base. He clamped and held back his climax as long as he could. It was torture, and it was intense delight.
"Hhhaaaggghhh!" he growled.
The searing pressure became too much. It burned and blasted its way through the clamped knot of muscle holding his cum back. Cum jetted the length of his cock and spewed from the tip of his deep-reaching fuckshaft.
"Hhheeeeeyyyyyyoowww!" Lynda cried as her whirring cunt became engulfed with white-hot fire. Her fuck hole shivered and strained, milking his prick to get more. "Fill me, you little bastard. I'll fuck your blood and your brains out if I have to. I want every once of cum you've got. I'm going to fuck until you're a dry and dusty little shell!"
"You lanky bitch. Your pussy is full already. The head of my cock is swimming in cum!"
"I'll drown that big fucker! I'll wring your prickmeat and squeeze it until your eyes are sucked into your head!"
They were both dizzy and too weak to stand by the time she'd fucked him dry and the bed ground to a stop.
"Hhhoooly shit! That was great!" she sighed. "When my head gets back together, let's do it again!"
The room still seemed to be spinning.
"We can do it right now. I'll switch the controls, and turn the bed the other way."
"Ooooooooh," Lynda moaned. "What are you going to do now, unscrew me?"
* * *
It was midnight before the lewd revelers paused to rest. Lynda draped her long, dark mink over her naked flesh, still tingling with a dizzy feeling of joy. She strolled onto the balcony and found Holly gazing at the moon. Her fiery red hair glittered, but that was nothing compared to the light in her eyes.
"Having fun?" Lynda asked.
"Hhhmmm," Holly purred, snuggling deeper into folds of silky white fur. "I sure am. Every man in there wants to fuck me."
Sheila, after washing her face and combing her hair, joined her two cousins a few minutes later.
"I've talked to Judge Nathan, and he says when the party's over, we're all free to go," she told them.
"Go? Go where? Sheriff Parker told me that he's giving another party next week," Lynda said.
"Er, well ... then maybe I should continue my investigation," Sheila said, flashing a strangely satisfied grin.
Holly giggled and said: "Let's do. I'm just dying to find out why they all call that old judge The Three Legged Man. If it's what I think-"
"He promised to show me the evidence first," Sheila said with a smile.
Lynda turned, still a little unsteady on her feet.
"Oh, wow! And here he comes, holding Exhibit A in his right hand," she said.
Sheila gasped and said: "I know it! The evidence in this case is overwhelming!"
Holly grinned and teased: "I'll bet you end up with a hung jury."
They all laughed and went back inside, not as captives but as adventurers, set free to explore all the wonders of a strange new world.
