There have been many stories written revolving around the lives of the desperate men inside prison walls, but few authors have delved into what happens to those who are left behind on the outside. These people who have been affected by the crimes that others commit are as much a part of the story as are those who serve the time. We, the Publishers feel that Authoress Vivian Carson has portrayed this "other side" of the story with vivid clarity and realism.
It is not always an easy thing to see the ones we love shut away from the freedom that we prize so dearly, and in missing them another kind of prison is created, the prison of the mind.
Steve's wife was just a typical young girl, sheltered during her childhood years while her parents hoped and prayed that she would grow up strong and marry well and live happily ever after. However, these storybook marriages happen to very few, and even then, mostly in books. The author has researched and lived among these unfortunate "other" people, and in doing so has written this story from the intimate knowledge she has recorded.
Steve Jackson suffered from the "keeping up with the Joneses" that our present society has created. He tried to give too much too soon and fa doing so found himself on the other side of the law, and, as was inevitable, he was caught. He was not a hardened criminal, a murderer, a rapist, but a young man who was striving to give the woman he loved everything he thought she deserved. He was her whole life and when he was taken away from her she had to learn to live without his quiet strength and reassurance. She could not go to her family because of her strong pride and as a result began to accept help from strangers who knew she was emotionally vulnerable. They circled her life, closing down on her like vultures waiting for the carcass.
Never before has a story like this been told so poignantly, with so much awareness as to what happens when a prisoner's wife is left alone, completely on her own. It clearly describes the coercion that is exerted on her spirit, her mind and finally her body. She sinks deeper into the mire of degradation and humiliation, being pulled constantly downward like a helpless animal stuck in quicksand until there is no chance for recovery.
She loses her self-respect without which she is nothing and has nothing to offer but her body.
It is a peculiar kind of sophistication that prevails in law of the streets, a closeness between thieves, a protectiveness that is the ultimate ruination of those who cling to it.
Miss Carson describes the pressure that can be put on not only the prisoners, but that also creeps out from behind the bars and steals into the homes of the families, binding them, changing their lives until all the decency and respect they have ever known utterly vanishes. Perhaps this novel is the greatest argument today for the conjugal visit as used so effectively in some of the major European countries. It undoubtedly would have changed the undeserved fate that the hapless wife meets in this unfortunate story.
It is not a particularly pretty story, nor was it intended to be. It bares the cold, calloused facts of what really goes on. It is not enough to say that you are not a criminal, therefore this story can not affect you or your loved ones. It is a grim warning, a grim story, vividly depicted, accurately told and not for the squeamish.
One of the most interesting facets of the book is the description of the lives of the people involved . . . the Jacksons, the guard, the lecherous landlord and his wife, who also seduces the young Mrs. Jackson with her sympathy, and finally the convicts whom she is forced to shelter after their escape from prison in order to keep her husband from being implicated and, therefore, losing his appeal for clemency.
The detail involved in the descriptions of intercourse is a very necessary and important part of this meaningful story. Women have traded then-bodies for the things they wanted most for centuries and the Twentieth Century is no exception. It is blatant, demanding, but it is right there. This is what is happening, this is where it is, and it cannot be denied!
The Publishers feel that this book is an important contribution to the literary field because of its stark realization of the universal truths which it lays bare.
It hits on the customs and mores of our present day society, inside and outside the law and is, therefore, a book that should be read, contemplated and remembered.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER I
The silence was punctuated by a loud, persistent knock on the thick oak door of the apartment at 2601 Edgewood Drive. Sarah looked furtively at her husband, Steven and then to the door where the knocks became louder and louder until a voice called out, "Open up Jackson, it's the police!"
"Don't let them in, Steve," she begged, "I'll answer it and tell them you're not here."
"It's no good, baby," he said, "they were bound to catch me sooner or later and they'll have a search warrant anyway, so I may as well face the music now. I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I didn't want you to have to go through this."
He walked slowly, dejectedly to the door and opened it to let the policemen in.
"I guess you know why we're here, Jackson," they said harshly, "get your coat and let's go."
Steve looked at his wife who was sitting in their one large, overstuffed chair and said, "Call the lawyer, honey and see if you can get him to bail me out of tins mess . . . and try not to worry, it's going to be all right."
She ran to him and threw her arms around his small, but sturdily built body and sobbed into his shoulder. The police just stood there stoically, watching her as her young, full body was racked with sobs as she said good-bye to her husband. She knew that eventually the law would catch up with Steve, he had warned her and even though she knew it was inevitable it was so difficult now that the moment had come. She had met Steve when he had gotten out of the service and was working as a construction worker for her father's firm. She had seen his well-built, muscular body glistening in the sun as he had dug the foundations for the housing project that her father was engineering and had fallen in love with him almost before she met him.
She went to the site every day with her father's lunch and sat for hours just watching him until one day he stopped for a break and spoke to her. Their courtship had been short and fiery and when they eloped to Maryland her parents had disowned her because they felt that she had married beneath her stature, a common laborer, but it didn't matter, she was hopelessly in love. Steve had always tried to provide for her as best he could, but had been frustrated by his lack of education and was unable to get anything other than the most menial jobs and they did not provide him with the money to buy the things that he felt she deserved and had been used to before she married him. This preyed on his mind night and day until they were fighting over the pettiest of things and no matter how insignificant she was always dissolved to tears, hurt because he didn't understand that he was all she needed.
Her reassurances didn't salve his conscience and then one day he met a group of men on a construction site and began to get into poker games with them in an effort to pad his paycheck. They were a rough group, some of them ex-cons and Sarah felt uncomfortable each time they came to their apartment to play. Their eyes seemed to literally undress her when she brought them sandwiches or beer while they were playing, and a few of them had made joking comments about, "I wish my old lady was built like yours! Or, "I sure envy you, Steve, with a hunk of woman like that, I'd never leave home!" She knew that they were trying to be flattering, but it still made her skin crawl whenever they were around. For the first time in her life she wondered if she hadn't made a mistake in marrying Steve. If this were the land of people he was going to know all his life, she wasn't sure that she could take it. She wanted to try to better their life, have children, go to P.T.A. meetings, join a bridge club and do all the things that other young couples did, but somehow he didn't seem the least bit interested in this side of life.
Steve was money oriented, he wanted to make that one big killing and live high until it ran out and then do it all over again. It sounded easy and when he looked at her with his clear, bright blue eyes, that one lock of hair that would never stay back on his forehead falling slightly askew and smile at her with that, "I love you" smile, she would melt and design herself to his daydreams. But as time went on he became more determined than ever to make that first million fast, no matter what he had to do, it became an obsession. She had noticed that now whenever she came into the room where the men were playing poker a hush would come over the conversation and they would change the subject from whatever they had been discussing and talk about something else.
Their games were becoming an every night occurrence and sometimes, if they weren't playing at their apartment, Steve would come in at four or five in the morning, tiptoe quietly into the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed and smoke one cigarette after the other until he fell into an exhausted sleep. He began skipping work and she wondered where he was getting Iris money, because she knew that he was paid by the hour and if he didn't show at work he was docked. At first she thought that he must be winning at the games, but when she asked him he would just snap back at her and say, "There's a roof over your head, food in your mouth and clothes on your back, so don't ask me how I'm doing it, as long as you're not doing without!"
Then one day he came home with a brand new television and stereo and she knew that they couldn't afford anything like that and demanded to know where he had gotten it.
"You're not doing anything wrong, are you," she asked, almost afraid to hear the answer, because she knew that he had to be involved with some sort of racket to get things like this.
"Honey, don't worry," he said, "just enjoy the set and forget about it." But she couldn't forget and hounded him until he finally blurted out, "All right, if you must know, we pulled a job tonight, so don't bug me, I'm nervous enough!"
She looked at him astounded, unable to speak and went to her room and cried herself to sleep. In the morning when she awoke he was gone and she didn't see him until late that evening. She didn't know what to say to him, she had tried so many times before to tell him that luxuries didn't matter as long as she had him, but he had gotten a taste of the good life and he didn't want to stop now.
"We won't get caught," he reassured her, "it's all very organized and all I have to do is drive the truck. The boys have all the connections, even some of the police force are in on it." She tried to push it out of her mind, not knowing that what he meant about the police force was that one of the men had been on the force, but had been fired because he had taken graft and phonied some robbery reports and taken the robbery goods himself.
In a few months they had moved into a larger apartment in a better area of town, bought new furniture and he had promised that he would only pull one more job and then he'd so straight. It had gotten to the point that every time the doorbell rang or there was a knock she would cringe, certain that he had finally been shot, caught or was already in jail. She waited and worried month after month until all her fears and apprehensions were finally realized with that one loud rapping on the door and the words, "Police!"
They had been through it many times as to what she should do in case this ever happened and she was trying to remember just what he had told her. First, she was to call the lawyer, have him contact a bail bondsman, post bail and then meet him at a cabin he had told her about that was about twelve miles out of town and wait for him there . . . with a suitcase and be ready to leave.
Her whole world was crumbling around her and she could just see her parents saying, "I told you so . . . he would never amount to anything. Now you know!" This was the thing that bothered her most, how could she tell them? She decided to wait and maybe he would be able to beat it and no one would have to know, but she knew deep down that this was impossible.
The nightmare of her We was just beginning with his arrest, for the headlines in the next morning's paper read, "FOUR ARRESTED IN ROBBERY . . . GUARD SHOT," and Steve's picture along with three of the other men in the poker game were staring back at her from the front page. She sank dejectedly into the chair and buried her head in her arms, wondering when the phone would start ringing and her friends and parents would be asking a lot of questions she couldn't or wouldn't answer. She pondered about what the future would hold with her husband in jail, maybe even convicted of murder, she just didn't know and didn't want to think about it. Her whole life seemed to be falling apart, she had never been involved with anything like this, and she wasn't sure that she could stand up under the pressure that she knew would get worse. Her neighbors would be staring at her, pitying her and this was more than she could bear, life without Steve would be more than she could bear!
She began packing her bags and one for Steve so she could meet him at the cabin when he was bailed. There were so many questions that she wanted to ask him . . . Why . . . why . . . haunted her mind. The image of him behind bars, crying out to her remained on her retina, then faded gradually into a shapeless smoky blur as she fell asleep, collapsing on the bed from sheer mental exhaustion.
The following weeks she walked around in a trance, unable to sleep, eat or even think of anything else that Steve was in trouble and what was she going to do. He had been arraigned for grand theft and as an accomplice to assault with a deadly weapon. The guard was still alive, but it was nip and tuck as to whether he would live and then the charge would be changed to accomplice to first-degree murder which held the same penalty as if he had been the one to pull the trigger. His lawyer was trying to get the charges lessened on the grounds of his outstanding service record, but even that didn't look encouraging. The only thing in his favor was that he had no previous record whereas the others that were booked with him had all served time for one crime or another. She had waited for two days at the cabin and he hadn't shown up so she went to the nearest phone and called his lawyer only to discover that he was being held without bail pending the guard's condition. She asked if she could see him and the lawyer told her that she could visit him that afternoon for about a half an hour. She sped down the narrow, mountain road so that she could be with him, but her mind was not on her driving and she almost had several accidents as she pressed the gas pedal to the floor.
It was two in the afternoon when she arrived at the large gray, forbidding building which bore the sign, "County Jail." She went to the sergeant at the desk and was directed down a long, bare, cold corridor and told to wait in the ante-room and her husband would be told that she was there. It seemed to be hours before someone said, "Mrs. Jackson, this way please."
Again she was led down another corridor, this one was a dull, dirty yellow that looked as if it had not been cleaned since the jail had been built. There was no break in the hall, no doors, no windows, just an occasional graffiti written here and there that had not been erased because it would accentuate the pallor and filth of the rest of the walls. At the end of the hall was a small visiting room, furnished only with worn, scarred tables of heavy wood that had been painted gray and several straight-back chairs. She took a seat closest to the door and finally a door from the other side opened and Steve was escorted into the barren cubicle by a heavily armed guard.
"All right, Jackson, only a few minutes," the guard warned, looking appreciatively at her, shook his head and walked out of the room.
"Steve," she cried, rushing into his arms. "What's going to happen, darling?" He held her close, nuzzling his head into the warm, perfumed softness of her hair and patted her gently, affectionately.
"Well, looks like you've really picked a winner, sweetheart. I'm sorry, really I am." he said dejectedly as though there were no hope left in the world.
She looked up at him and the eyes that once held so much fife had now lost their luster and he looked as though he had aged twenty years. He was unshaven, rumpled and completely beaten, unable to say anything, but still holding her tight.
She knew that if she continued to cry it would only upset him more so she fought to regain her control and tried to comfort him.
"It's all right, darling," she said. "I'll be right here no matter what happens, don't worry. I won't leave you . . . EVER!"
He tried to explain just what was going to happen, but until the guard's condition could be determined, he wasn't sure what the consequences would be.
"I didn't know that Jake had shot him . . . I didn't hear anything, please believe me, honey . . . I didn't know."
"I believe you, darling," she whispered, "but we've got to get you out of this . . . somehow, someway."
They both knew that he would have to stand trial and that a conviction was a certainty, but maybe because he had never been arrested before he would get a light or suspended sentence and several years parole. It was a slim chance, but it gave them something to hope for.
It seemed like moments later when the guard came back into the room and told them that the time was up. He took Steve by the arm and led him from the room while she just stood there, tears rolling down her soft cheeks and into the corners of her full, red mouth.
When he had gone and the door was closed behind him, she turned slowly and walked back down the depressing, cold hallway back into the reception area and out into the cool Pennsylvania air.
CHAPTER 2
The trial had been set for four weeks after their arrest. The guard had lived, but his one leg would be paralyzed from the bullet wound he had suffered in his spine, so it still didn't look good.
She got up that morning and looked into the bathroom mirror, her eyes showed dark circles from lack of sleep and worry, her skin had lost the rosy glow and she carefully applied her make-up, trying to look her best so that he would not worry about her. He had enough on his mind without having to spend his time concerned about her health and well-being. She dressed in a dark blue suit, tailored and snug fitting, accentuating the ripe, full curves of her young body, but in a very lady-like manner She was an extremely lovely girl, long-legged, slim, full-bosomed and her taffy-colored hair was pulled back in a pert organdy bow which drew attention to the soft nape of her neck, the highness of her cheekbones and the deep and wide-set eyes of sea green. Her lips were full and soft, almost too full so that it gave her a constantly petulant expression.
She was barely twenty-one and had the freshness of youth wrapped in a full-blown woman's body, only her eyes held the sadness of what was happening to her life. I can't cry, she thought to herself, I'll ruin my mascara and go to court looking like a haggard old woman, so she swallowed hard, patted at an imaginary wrinkle on her skirt and left the apartment.
On the way out she saw the landlord and it reminded her that she had not yet paid this month's rent, and worst of all, she had no idea how she was going to pay it. She tried to duck down the hallway and into the elevator before he could see her, but it was too late.
"Oh Mrs. Jackson," he called, "I know you have other things on your mind right now, but you do owe me for the rent this month, when may I expect it?" His eyes drifted over her body, almost looking right through her and it seemed as though he didn't really care what she said as long as he could ogle at her.
"I-I-I'll try to have it for you this week, Mr. Peel," she stammered, knowing full well that there was no way in the world she could pay the rent unless she went to her parents and she wouldn't do that. She'd rather beg on the street first.
"That'll be fine, just fine," he added, "and if there's anything I can do, anything at all, please let me know! It must be rough for a young thing like you to be without her man for such a long time," he continued lecherously, "so don't hesitate to call on me. Maybe we can make some arrangements about the rent until your husband gets out of this."
She didn't like the tone of his voice or the way he looked at her, but she thought that it was probably just her imagination, he had always been so nice and her mind had been playing tricks on her the past few weeks.
"Thank you," she answered, "I appreciate your concern, you're most land."
"Not at all, not at all," he said, "the pleasure would be all mine, I assure you!"
Her heart was pounding so furiously that she could feel the pulse beat in the pit of her stomach. She knew that the next few hours would decide the fate of her husband and her own fate. She didn't want to think of what the consequences might be, that she would have to go on living in a dreary, frightening world without his strength to buoy her. Her knees were weak as she walked to tlie bus stop and several times she thought that her legs would give out from under her. I've got to get hold of myself, she thought as she hurried to the corner so that she would not miss her bus.
The reality of the whole situation had not really hit her yet and she kept hoping for some miracle, that she would wake up and find that she had only been dreaming and she could reach out and feel Steve's strong, virile body next to her in the bed, but she knew that she was awake, everything that she had feared had happened and now he would have to pay the price for trying to give her too much before he could afford it, He had done it for her, to give her things that he thought she deserved, and he never understood that she would have much preferred to go without any luxuries, even necessities, than go without him! She fought to hold back the tears of frustration, hurt and even anger as she boarded the bus that would take her to the courthouse and the fate of her husband.
"Oh Steve," she whispered to herself. "How can this be happening to us? Why? Why?" She felt as though her whole world were coming to an end and that she didn't want to go on. The bus lurched and swerved to avoid a car that had pulled out in front of it and the sudden jolt brought her back to her senses. She watched the trees and telephone poles as the bus passed through the residential section where she and Steve had lived and out onto the highway and down the road to the courthouse. The sun was warm coming through the windows of the bus and it made her a little sleepy, but she knew that sleepiness was just an escape from the truth that she would have to face, so she shook her head in an effort to clear the cobwebs from her mind and concentrate on the awful thing that was about to happen to their lives.
There were people milling on the steps of the courthouse when the bus finally pulled to a stop to let the passengers off. She searched through the crowd in hopes that she could see their lawyer before the trial would start, but she couldn't find him so she walked slowly up the steps and down the cold, marble corridor to Department 12 where the trial was to take place. She took a seat at the back of the court and watched while the court reporters, District Attorney, arresting officers and finally, Steve's attorney took their places in the front of the room. His attorney saw her and nodded briefly, then spoke to the D.A. He came back to see her and said, "It doesn't look good, Sarah, I'm sorry. I thought that we could make some sort of a deal for probation since this was his first offense, but the court doesn't see it quite that way, so we'll have to take our chances with the jury."
She had been hoping that he would give her some reassurance that everything would be all right, but her last ray of hope faded with his words. She knotted her hands in her lap and kept her eyes glued on the door that opened into another part of the building where her husband had been detained. It seemed to take hours before she heard an emotionless voice announce, "Department Twelve is now in session. Everyone please rise. Judge Friedman presiding."
The courtroom had filled up with people from the press, curious citizens and friends of the defend ants. Her legs shook as she got to her feet while the judge entered from his chambers and took his place pn the bench in the front center of the room. When he was seated, the crowd settled back into their chairs and waited for the defendants to be brought out from their cells and seated at tables with their counsel.
Steve came in with the three other men, escorted by armed guards and his eyes searched the room until he found her and tried to smile weakly as if to tell her not to worry. Her own mouth quivered as she returned his look and her heart cried out to him, but she knew that she could do nothing, say nothing, she would just have to sit there and wait.
The jury had already been selected and she stared into the face of each member, making up her own mind as to whether or not they looked hard, sympathetic or completely void of emotion. These twelve people would decide what would happen with her life, with Steve's life as well as the lives of the other men involved. It didn't seem fair that they could hold such power, but that was the American way of justice. Her mind wandered off into a daydream in which she was running down a hallway after Steve and a blind lady was reaching out and trying to grab her and at him, but she was shaken out of her reverie by the thud of the gavel as the judge called the first witness for the prosecution. She realized that the blind lady she had "seen" was Lady Justice herself and that she would reach out and grab them.
They couldn't escape it this time.
The trial didn't take more than a few hours and when the jury retired to make their decision, everyone in the courtroom knew that they would be convicted, but there was some doubt as to what penalty the charge would carry. She paced nervously up and down the long corridor outside the courtroom, smoking one cigarette after another until the same stoical voice announced that the jury had returned and the judge would now pronounce sentence.
The spokesman for the jury announced that all three men had been found guilty of grand theft and assault with a deadly weapon and did not recommend any clemency. The words fell on the hushed crowd and the break of her first sob resounded throughout the courtroom as she heard the verdict. The judge pounded his gavel for silence and addressed the court, "Since you men have been found guilty on all counts, it is my decision that you shall spend not less than five nor more than fifteen years in the state penitentiary as decreed by the laws of this state and of the United States." His gavel sounded once more in adjournment and she watched as the guards led the men out of the room and back into their cells to prepare them for their transfer to the state prison. It all seemed so cold, so cruel that this should have happened, but it was over cow, the waiting and the anxiety and she knew what she must face.
When she walked down the long steps of the courthouse, she was joined by Steve's lawyer.
"I'm going to appeal the decision, Sarah, and maybe we can get Steve's sentence reviewed. It seems to me that it went a bit rough on him, especially since he has had no previous record, so don't give up yet." His words did little to console the way she felt now, but at least it was something to hope for. She didn't understand all the legal ins and outs of the law or exactly what an appeal meant, but his voice sounded calm and reassuring, so at least there may be some other last chance.
"It just doesn't seem fair," she sobbed, turning her head so that he could not see her crying. "Steve never did anything like this before, and I know that he just did it for me. I feel so awful, like it was all my fault that he is in prison now. What am I going to do?" Her words ran together in a complete jumble as her mind was not clear and she couldn't think, but she tired to sound logical.
"Why don't you let me give you a ride home, get some sleep and maybe you'll be able to think differently after some rest," he said.
He didn't wait for her answer, but put his hand on her elbow and steered her gently towards his car.
Later, she walked up the stairs to their apartment, opened the door and fell sobbing onto the couch until she cried herself to sleep. She slept for several hours and when she awakened it was already dark, the room was in shadows except for the reflected light of the street lamp on the corner that shown in through the half-opened drapes in the living room. She walked to the window to draw the blinds then changed her mind and went into the bedroom to change into her nightgown and make herself more comfortable.
CHAPTER 3
When she had changed, she walked back into the living room and decided to turn on the television. She knew that she would have to fill the lonely hours now all by herself, there would be no one to talk to, play cards with, or just be with and she had to face this new loneliness. She stared at the screen of the television set without really seeing the program that was on, picked up a magazine and leafed through the pages and tried to concentrate on a story, but the words ran together in a tearful blur, and put it down and walked to the kitchen for something to eat. She didn't notice that the lights were on in the apartment directly across from her living room window and that a man was standing in the window looking at her through her open blinds. She walked slowly in front of the window so that the light in her room caught the thinness of the sheer material of her nightgown and her voluptuous, young figure was sensuously outlined against the swaying silken folds.
The taut muscles of her body seemed to ripple sensuously as she walked back and forth across the room, trying to find something, anything, to occupy her time, completely oblivious to the show that she was putting on. The apartment directly across from hers was the landlords and on several occasions she had waved to his wife as she was cleaning or ailing the apartment. She didn't know that every night he had stood by that window looking across the small yard in hopes that he may catch a glimpse of her when she was not quite fully clothed. He had watched her as she walked to and from the apartment on her errands and stared at the snug fit of her slacks and sweaters and it was all he could do to keep himself from reaching out and grabbing her, just to feel the soft, supple flesh that the tight-fitting material covered. On several occasions he had "accidentally" bumped into her or brushed against her in the hallway, but if she suspected anything other than its being accidental, she had said nothing. Now tonight he was getting a full view of her full, firm curves as she paraded around the apartment and in his mind he convinced himself that she was doing it just for him.
He could feel his penis beginning to bulge, fully erect against the zipper of his trousers and his breath was getting heavy with lust. He wanted to go over and grab her right then and there but he knew that the time would come and he should just wait and enjoy the show she unknowingly was putting on. She slumped carelessly into a chair in front of the TV and her nightgown rode up further on her legs revealing the soft, white flesh of her thighs, stopping just before the vee of loins was revealed to him. She swung her legs limply over the arm of the chair and settled back into a more comfortable, but more revealing position. Her legs were long and slim, exquisitely formed with just enough plumpness in the thighs to give her hips a full round curve. Her breasts jutted out against the flimsy nylon of her nightgown like twin peaks, proud and firm, her nipples taut from the soft, constant contact of the material.
She was restless and kept changing her angle in the chair, giving him a wider scope of her sensual curves as she moved and wiggled in an effort to get comfortable. His eyes were fixed on the full white mounds of her breasts as she moved and turned, causing them to quiver freely as though they were not really attached to her body at all. He wanted to feel the weight of her round, swol-ln breasts in his hands, to crush them unmercifully, and pinch the nipples into full erectness until she would beg him to stop. These thoughts excited him even more and when, once again, she arose to pace nervously around the room, his eyes surveyed the thinness of her waist just before it swelled into the soft fullness of her hips and the roundness of her buttocks. He watched her as she moved for over an hour, torturing himself into a sexual frenzy which could not be contained much longer. He had to have her! NOW! He couldn't stand it another minute, regardless of the cost. She moved around her living room, her hips swaying and moving so that the light not only brought long flashes of her ripe figure for him to see, but caught the wavelike ripples of her nightgown as it clung protectively to her nymph-like body.
As he watched her, his hand fell to the crotch of his trousers and rubbed vigorously at the protruding bulge contained beneath the material. His penis was stiff and throbbing, jerking involuntarily against its confines and felt hot and demanding even under the cloth. He knew that he would not be able to stand this visual teasing much longer, that he had to have her or he would cum right then and there. His wife worked nights so there was no chance that she would come back to the apartment and find that he had gone out, and he knew that she was alone, because the evening paper had printed the whole story of the trial. He tried to rationalize that she had been without a man for several weeks now and surely, such a lovely and desirable girl such as herself must be in need of satisfaction. That was why she was parading around her apartment like that . . . unconsciously, she wanted him to come over!
Reluctantly he moved further back into his own apartment and towards the door. He hated to leave even for a moment the sensual, exciting performance that was being acted out across the building, but he couldn't wait any longer.
Quickly he tried to gain control of himself so that she would not be frightened when he knocked on her door. She couldn't notice the erect, pulsing bulge in his trousers or she would never let him in the apartment, so he pulled on a long, heavy sweater in order to conceal his frenzied, stimulated condition. Silently he walked down the corridor to her door and rang the bell.
"Who is it?" she asked hesitantly.
"It's me, Mr. Peel, I have a message for you," he lied.
"Just a moment, I'll be right there," she answered, hoping that maybe it was some word from her husband, and she went to her room to put on a robe.
When she opened the door he stepped right in, not waiting for an invitation and his eyes scoured every inch of her body as if he could see through the robe that she clutched tightly around her.
"You look so upset, my dear," he managed to say without his voice quivering too much. "I know that this has been a terrible day for you and I just want you to know that I will do everything I can to help."
"Thank you," she stammered, "but you already told me that this afternoon. Don't you have some other message for me?"
"Relax," he said, seating himself on the couch, hoping that she would not notice the hard, throbbing protrusion in his trousers, "I'm not going to bite you. I just thought you may need a friendly face during this terrible ordeal."
"I-I-I really think that you ought to go, I'm expecting company," she lied falteringly, realizing that if she were expecting legitimate company that she would not be dressed in a negligee and bath rob.
"Well, well," he answered, "Is that some sort of a new hostess gown?" while his eye ran over the sheer, yet protective enough clothing she had on.
She blushed, realizing that he knew she had lied, but trying not to show it.
"I don't see where that's any concern of yours," she added, clutching her robe around her even tighter.
He had settled back on the couch and it was obvious that he was not about to leave without a struggle or her being absolutely rude and she couldn't afford to offend him since she did still owe the rent for this month, not to think of what she would do when it was due again.
Maybe he is just trying to be nice, she thought and she tried to relax.
"I'm afraid I can't offer you a drink," she said hesitantly "but would you care for a cup of coffee?" Her voice was shaking and she knew that her hands were visibly trembling and she wished that he would leave.
"Well, you look a bit nervous yourself. I've got some things to make a drink with, I'll be right back," he said and before she could answer he walked out of the apartment and down to his place to get the liquor.
"Don't go away, I'll be right back," he called back to her as he turned the corner to his apartment.
She sank into the couch, holding her head in her hands. What am I going to do she thought. Here I am all alone, no one to look out for me, no money for the rent and the landlord trying his best to seduce me. She knew what he had in mind and although she found the idea completely repulsive she wasn't sure what other alternative she had. Maybe if I just encourage him a little with promises he will let me get by for a few more weeks without paying the rent and I won't actually have to let his filthy hands paw me. She wanted to cry, but she knew that he would be coming back in just a few minutes and it wouldn't do any good not to let him in or else it would spoil all her chances for free rent or at least a short stay, and maybe in a few weeks she could find a job and be able to pay, then she could tell him to go to hell and just let her alone, but right now the situation looked hopeless.
It had been so long since Steve had held her in his arms and told her not to worry, that everything would be all right. She longed to feel his strength, his arms holding her tightly, his tender, loving embraces and love-making. It had been weeks since she had been with Steve as husband and wife and she longed for him, not just for his companionship and reassurance, but physically! Just thinking of what a competent and patient lover he had been excited her and she could feel a tightness building in her loins from wanting and denial.
I've got to stop thinking like this, she moaned under her breath, but she could not deny the fact that she longed for him, wanted him desperately. No matter what had gone wrong in their marriage, their little and big arguments, they had never gone to bed on a quarrel that had not been rectified when he took her in his arms and started making love to her. The thought of it sent chills down her spine and her whole body tingled with a gnawing, anxious sensation. She could feel the tips of her breasts stiffen into erectness as her reflections titillated her senses and the pressure between her long, smooth legs slowly, but perceptibly, built to a boiling point. Nervously she got up and paced around the room trying to rid her mind of these sensual thoughts. It's impossible to be with Steve, she thought, and I may as well face it right now, I've got to learn to live without a man until he gets out. The prospect was not a happy one, but if she couldn't have Steve, she really didn't want anyone. Besides she was a married woman and respected her marriage vows no matter how difficult and frustrating it may become.
It didn't take Mr, Peel very long and in what seemed to be a matter of minutes he had returned carrying several bottles of liquor and a large bucket of ice.
"I always believe in being prepared," he said laughingly. "You just sit there and relax and I'll make you a landlord's special. You look as though you could use a drink." She didn't argue as he walked to the kitchen and she could hear the clink of the ice as he dropped the cubes into two glasses and prepared the drinks. She was still seated on the couch when he came out carrying two very large drinks and sat down next to her, handing her a tall glass.
He raised his glass to touch hers and said, "To a very, very good friendship!" His voice had an ugly, lecherous tone and there was no denying what he meant when he said friends, but she took a long, slow sip of the cool drink and settled back nervously in her seat
"Don't look so unhappy," he continued, "wouldn't you like to talk about it. I know what you must be going through, especially such an attractive girl like you." He was trying to sound friendly, but every word was calculated and it wasn't coming across quite the way he had planned. He tried to soften his remarks, but she just sat there, staring at the drink and at the coffee table, until she finally blurted out in her uncontrolled misery:
"Oh Mr. Peel, what am I going to do? I haven't been able to find a job yet and with Steve in prison, I can't pay my rent for this month, much less think about next month."
"Is that all you're worrying about?" he said, his eyes staring at her legs which were revealed to just above the knee as her robe had fallen apart and she hadn't noticed to close it. "I told you that you wouldn't have to concern yourself with that for the moment, I'm sure we can work something out."
She glanced up and caught him looking down at her legs and where the robe had fallen apart and she quickly tried to cover herself up, but his hand caught her wrist.
"You have such beautiful legs, my dear," he said, "don't cover them up, it would De such a waste."
How can I let this man talk to me this way, she thought, but if all he wanted was a free look, that wasn't much to ask, especially if it meant getting out of paying her rent.
The drink he had made her was refreshing and she finished it quickly, letting the alcohol cool her throat and she could feel its relaxing effects race through her body. She put her glass down on the table and as she leaned forward he had a full view of her soft, full breasts as they pushed the thin material of her nightgown away from her body. He drew a sharp breath when he saw the luscious white mounds pointing proudly outward and he got up quickly and told her, clearing his throat nervously, that he would make them another drink. She settled back onto the couch quietly, enjoying the effect the alcohol was having on her. The liquor seemed to be hitting her rather quickly, but then she realized that it had been some time since she had eaten properly, she hadn't been able to because her nerves were so frayed and worn with everything happening so fast she had had no desire for food.
Her second drink went down much more smoothly than the first even though she was aware that it was quite a bit stronger than the first one and she was actually beginning to feel more relaxed and charitable toward her landlord. After all maybe he did feel sorry for her and was just trying to help her relieve her loneliness.
"I still can't believe what has Happened," she finally said, breaking the silence. "It seems as though the whole thing is one big nightmare. I just don't know what to do next, where to go to look for a job or anything." Her thoughts were jumbled and she wasn't sure whether it was because of the liquor or whether it was because the past events had just thoroughly confused her.
"It must be difficult for you to be so alone here . . . I mean, without a man and all." He was trying to gauge her reaction.
She thought for a moment and answered, "Yes it is . . . very difficult." She meant as far as getting help and guidance, but she knew that he meant it in an entirely different context.
She slid further down into the couch and her robe fell even further apart, leaving a wide gap revealing the soft, white curve of her knees and thighs, knowing full well that he was staring at every inch of flesh that she revealed, but somehow with Steve gone and the warming glow of the alcohol in her stomach, she just didn't care. Let him get his kicks, the thought bitterly, then maybe he'll leave me alone.
He reached over and patted her knee with feigned affection and his touch made her skin crawl, but she did nothing to stop him at that moment.
"Well, it's all going to be different now, "he said, "you have me just around the corner and I'll be glad to help you out any time . . . ANYTIME!"
Help me out, she thought, almost laughing. He makes me sound like a bitch in heat and in need of servicing! He let his hand rest on her knee and thigh, his fingers softly kneading the supple flesh beneath them and she could hear his breath coming in short, little pants. She glanced up, blushing and her eyes met his as he stared down at her naked thighs.
"Excuse me," she stammered, trying to draw the robe around her, but her voice was weak and she felt as though she really didn't have the strength to lift her hands. My God, she thought hazily, those drinks really have hit me. She tried to move so that she could close her robe, but his hands held her fast and she was unable to raise herself to gather up the loose material and cover herself. In the depths of her alcohol dimmed mind, she resigned herself to the fact that he just wanted a quick feel and if she tried to fight him it would make things worse and that she couldn't afford, that, not just now anyway. His hands moved slowly up her soft, smooth thigh, his fingers increasing their pressure with every inch until moments later they closed around the soft, smooth, flesh of her inner thigh. She tried to straighten up in an effort to force his hand down further toward her knee again, but his grip was firm and insisting as it moved toward the naked vee of her loins. She wiggled under his steel-like grasp, but it seemed the more she turned, the more insistent and dangerous his hands became.
Oh God, she thought to herself, what am I going to do? I can't let this happen! I can't let this dirty old man do this to me. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how to stop him, but her body was helpless, cruelly held in his strong unyielding grasp.
"Please don't do that," she whimpered softly, imploring him to stop, but he just stared at her, his eyes clouded with lust and his breath rapidly increasing from want and lust.
"Just take it easy," he said, his words thick from desire. "I'm not going to do anything that you won't like. Just think how nice it will be to have a man touch your pussy again."
A man, she wanted to scream at the vulgarity of his suggestion. You're more like an animal, taking advantage of the weak this way, but the words stuck in her throat Pleading with him she knew would do no good and the alcohol was making her dizzy. She didn't have the strength to physically fight him off, so she tried to relax her body and hoped that he would be satisfied with touching her for a moment.
His hand traveled further up her leg until he could feel the soft down of her pubis as he brushed away the flimsy material of nightgown in order to give him freer access to her naked loins.
She jerked involuntarily in a futile effort to get away, but when his fingers touched the tiny bud of her clitoris she found that her hips were involuntarily reacting to his lewd fondling, and that her own stifled desires were coming to the surface. He pinched roughly at the erect nip of her clitoris, causing her to cry out,.
"Ooooooh, nnoooo, please stop," she choked out in a whisper knowing that if she didn't stop him now, she would never be able to. The long hungry nights without Steve and the helplessness of her position were beginning to take their horrible toll.
She could see his penis bulging and jerking against the cloth of his trousers, fighting to be freed from its restrictions and with his free hand he was fumbling with the zipper of his fly. She just stared at him, unable to move and watching fascinated, like a tiny helpless bird to see the cruel hard weapon he was stalking her with. His fingers continued their insistent manipulation of her clitoris and fondling, searching for the tiny slit of her vagina, pinching the sensitive, protective lips of her opening, twisting them cruelly, enraptured with his own sadistic passion and her slight whimpers of indignation. The nail of his thick probing index finger scraped along the tender flesh, chafing and searching until she could feel the thickness of his fingers suddenly jerk upwards and harshly into her tight cringing vagina.
"Oooohhlihhhhh," she moaned, trying to break away from his lewd impalement, but only succeeded in allowing him to push further into the aching channel between her legs.
He pushed and pulled at her as though she were a stuffed doll or a puppet to move and bend at his will, a strange lustful smile lining his lips. He managed to push her sideways on the couch so that his body was half leaning over her, his penis, now free, bobbing up and down, pulsing against the soft, white skin of her thighs. He wormed his finger deeper and deeper into the soft flesh of her cunt until she thought she would be split wide apart from the desperation of his cruel fingering. The walls of her vagina seemed to be coming apart, shredded by the roughness of her fingernails and the depravity of his persistent lust.
She was completely helpless, her throbbing loins pinioned by his hands and her whole body ached and twitched from his depraved attack. She reached up to scratch his face and push him away, but his strength was too great and his weight crushed her deep down into the pillows of the couch. His mouth came down harshly onto her lips which she struggled to keep tightly together, but his tongue darted between her teeth before she had a chance to clench them and invaded her mouth like a wet slithering snake. He pushed and contorted his tongue, searching out every corner of her mouth, scraping the soft inner walls of her cheeks and finally pushing it deep into her throat. He sounded like a wild bear gone berserk as his passion began to mount and his fingers were digging more desperately into her vagina as he continued his lewd, demanding advances.
He had worked his body further up on her so that she was held by the heaviness of torso rather than from the pressure of his hands and mouth and she could feel his huge, thick penis jerking frantically into her thighs and close to the opening of her vagina.
"Stop . . . please stop," she pleaded once more. I can't bear it, she thought. Not all that's happened and this too! She wanted to scream, but only helpless mewling sounds of frustration and suppressed anger came out as her body began to react to his humiliating assault on her naked genitals. She felt a great frenzied fear in her belly and her whole body and limbs began to tremble uncontrollably.
She felt herself being shoved, probed and pushed until she was helplessly stretched out full length on the couch and was staring in wide-eyed terror at the ceiling. Her thin robe and nightgown were being tom from her body as though they were made of paper and his fingernails raked over her skin like animal claws as his mouth spewed forth disgusting, primitive noises. He had struggled out of his trousers and his throbbing prick stood out from underneath his shorts like a straight, waving tent pole, hard and fearful.
He hadn't bothered to remove his shirt which made his look even more lewd and hideous. She felt his rock hard penis pushing into the soft, fleshiness of her inner thighs as he dropped back down on her and pushed deeper and deeper into her with his finger, wiggling it unmercifully, holding her in this degrading position for what seemed an endless eternity. No matter how she turned he did not relent, she was totally impaled by this awful, sweating pig of a man.
The weight of his body was crushing her and he moved back and forth on top of her, squashing her full, rounded breasts flat until they hurt. The coarse material of his shirt had goaded her tender, pink nipples into an involuntary erectness and they ached each time he moved up and down on her body. His free hand ran freely and harshly up her body, feeling and kneading the soft, smooth curves of her torso until he roughly grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it with all of his strength. She could feel the skin bruising under his touch and she was sure that he was going to mangle her so badly her breasts would be distorted out of shape forever. He was biting fiercely into the side of her neck, like a vampire in desperate need for blood and he sucked continuously on her skin bringing the blood to the surface and making horrible purple, red bruises.
He worked his mouth downward while his body held her pinned to the couch so that his tongue could trace a wet, noisy pattern down her throat and over the curve of her neck to her breasts and began flicking at the tender, aching nipple of her breasts. He sucked on them like a baby nursing, biting occasionally, hurting her and enjoying every moment of the obscene pain and humiliation he was subjecting her to.
"Aaggghhhhhh, stop, noooooo, pleeeeeeze," she groaned, half-consciously through her agony and humiliation.
Tm just beginning, baby," he grunted animalistically. "I'm just beginning!"
She wished that she could fall into unconsciousness from the pain and horror of what was happening, but each time he bit or scratched at her vulnerable, weak body a new wave of reality raced through her and she was rudely reminded of what this lecherous man was doing to her.
She could now feel the whole length of his penis, jerking, pulsing against the softness of her cunt as he manipulated his body to an angle so that he could enter her. He withdrew his fingers from her cunt in a quick, painful pull, scraping the walls of her vagina heedlessly and grabbed the length of his own cock and aimed it for the tiny, vulnerable, slit nestled between her legs. She stared mesmerized down at the thick, hard weapon he held in his hand and she was sure that she would not be able to take its entire length. Its size was almost comical, completely out of proportion with the rest of his body, as if he had had a transplant from some huge stud horse, and the thought of it made her feel faint again.
He saw her staring at his huge, throbbing tool as he held it and relished in her look of amazement and horror.
"When I stretch you around this, baby, you'll never be satisfied by any other man again!" he laughed sadistically, his teeth gleaming between the redness of his lips.
He moved slowly toward her, watching the horrified anticipation on her face as he probed her tight, vulnerable slit with the monstrous head of his penis. He let it move into her, tearing her slowly with each slight thrust as she cried out as if in mortal pain.
"No . . . don't . . . it won't fit . . . DON'T!" she groaned between little, whimpering gasps of breath, taken between each minute thrust of his huge, fearful cock.
He laughed down at her, saliva running down the side of his mouth and she could feel him shove further into her, ripping her apart, tearing her until she was sure that she was being split in two.
Then, his grin broadening, he lurched forward with his hips and buried his shaft deep into her belly with one final thrust, pushing with all of his brute strength as she cried out in a shattering scream of pain.
"Ooohhhhhh...aaagggghhhhhhh," she moaned as she felt the throbbing head of his penis push in deeply against the cushiony walls of her womb. She could feel her vagina contracting, mechanically around his monstrous, pulsing prick and her own juices begin to lubricate her so she could take him with less discomfort. His hands were mauling at her soft, round breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples into hard, sensitive erectness and she closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth from the pain.
She writhed and twisted under his weight, but he did not let up in his constant hammering at her, but she was actually beginning to feel something! She tried in her helpless agony to pretend that it was her own husband who was taking her so cruelly, trying to block out all the horror and picture Steve in her mind, her tender, loving Steve. It had been so long since she had made love and suddenly in spite of the shame and humiliation, her body was moving in a slow grinding rhythm, controlled by a slow burning desire rather than by her guilt tortured mind. The tightness was building up in her loins and slowly she began to move with him instead of against him!
"Oh God," she moaned, "I can't stand it, I can't stand it!" her hips bucking violently underneath him, but her whole body suddenly crying out to be satisfied by the hardened shaft of flesh sunk deep between her widespread legs.
As her own passion built, the pain subsided and she was caught up in her own desire and need for satisfaction.
"Beg me for it," he choked out at her as he sensed her sudden surrender. "Beg me, you bitch!"
"Oh yes, yes . . . do it," she hissed in helpless capitulation. "God, it feels so good!" Oh Steve, she thought through the hot, searing flame of her suddenly uncontrolled desire, forgive me, darling, forgive me, It's been so long! Soooo, long!
The landlord could feel his own passion at the boiling point and he knew he would explode inside her at any moment and began to slow up on his long, powerful thrusts in an effort to prolong the delicious sensation of his young, helpless tenant writhing in passionate abandon beneath him.
Sarah felt as though a electric shock was running through her body, every inch of flesh was alive and tingling, sensitive to every move this animal of a man made on her body, and she was enjoying it! The pressure of imminent, bursting orgasm was building from deep within her belly and she could feel the muscular walls of her vagina contract and release around his huge, menacing staff like a sucking bi-valvular pump.
"Oohhhhh, I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to cum" she breathed out falteringly, her voice choked with passion, and she pushed her hips up firmly against his flexing thighs and kicking her legs out wide, locked them and dug her knees sharply into the sides of his hips. Her words excited him to the bursting point and with a deep-throated grunt, he hissed down into her lust-contorted face.
"Here it is, baby " he said thickly, "Here it is!" and with several last hip-thrusting stabs he emptied himself deep inside her, his sperm mingling hotly with hers deep down in her. Their bodies shook from the severity of their passion, trembling uncontrollably until each had finished their final orgasm and they fell apart limply, panting for breath.
Later, when their breathing subsided, he sat up and looked down at her naked, sweat drenched body. "You're quite a wild woman when you get going," he said. "Yes ma'am, you're quite a woman!"
She looked back up at him, her eyes filled with tears of shame and humiliation.
"I feel so awful, so dirty," she murmured, her chest still heaving from the intensity of her climax, "but I couldn't help it. I just couldn't help it It's been such a long time."
"Well there'll be plenty more times from now on, I can assure you, so try not to let your conscience bother you too much!" She flinched slightly as his hand played familiarly between her legs, a familiarity only enjoyed before by her lawful husband, then she made herself relax. She knew that now there was no turning back, she had succumbed to him and he would come back time and time again, and perhaps in time she would welcome having him around. After all, she had no idea how long Steve would be away and she needed to have a man, just like she needed to eat and wear clothes and she tried to rationalize it in her own mind.
She closed her eyes and quickly fell into a sexually satisfied, exhausted sleep, as he continued smoothing his hand around in the wetness between her thighs. It seemed somehow so lewd and obscene to lie here and let him do that to her but deep down inside her she knew she had no choice. No choice whatsoever.
When she awoke much later, he was gone, but there was a note on the coffee table, "August Rent-Paid in Ful!" and it was initialed RBP, Landlord.
CHAPTER 4
The months seemed to drag with no word on Steve's appeal and it didn't look as though there would be any for at least another four or five months, because he had to serve a certain portion of his sentence before the Board of Appeals would even hear his case.
Each Sunday she would get up early so that she could make the two hour trip to the State Prison for visiting day and spend at least a few hours talking with him. She didn't mention the problem she was having with the landlord because she knew that it would only infuriate him and there was nothing that he could do about it. She couldn't afford to move because she hadn't been able to find a steady job and the temporary ones she had had did not pay very much, so she thought it best to let well enough alone, she would handle it someway.
Each visiting day she dressed carefully, trying to look her best, choosing tailored, but tight-fitting clothes that accentuated the round fullness of her youthful figure, and clung to her in the right places.
She had noticed that each Sunday when she went to the prison he same guard greeted her in the waiting room and always made some remark like.
"You're looking as beautiful as ever, Mrs. Jackson. Sure too bad that all that's going to waste!" She didn't like the tone of his voice or the way his eyes devoured her, mentally undressing her, or the way he licked his lips when he watched her nervously cross and uncross her legs while she waited for Steve to come out. She tried to remain aloof and not pay attention to anything that he said or his insinuations, but she knew that if she didn't put a stop to it that it would eventually get her into trouble and a situation that would be much more than awkward!
This particular Sunday she wanted to look especially nice. It was a beautiful sunny, warm day and she was in an exceptionally good mood. Their lawyer had called and said that he had made a contact on the Board of Appeals and there was a slight chance that his case could be pushed up since he was a first offender. She had asked him if he could be the one to tell Steve and she was going there with the good news that day.
She wore a dark, cocoa brown suit, the skirt fitting a little too tightly, and when the jacket was open the fullness of her ample breasts pushed tautly against the pale beige sweater which opened suggestively at the neck and revealed just a hint of cleavage before the material closed together. She looked at herself in the mirror, running her hands over the curve of her breasts and down the ripe fullness of her hips as if she were smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. The skirt showed five full inches of her trim, supply thigh and when she sat down she had to be careful to pull her skirt so that the fleshy bulge above her stockinged legs did not show.
She knew that she looked exciting and sensual but her mood was one of exhilaration and she couldn't hide her enthusiasm even in her dress. This was going to be a good day, she thought to herself as she ran out the door to catch the bus for the prison.
As usual she was greeted by the same burly, red-haired, Irish-looking guard who just stared at her and let out a long, low whistle.
"You're really fit to kill today," he said, "if you'll pardon the pun!" He laughed menacingly and his eyes wandered obviously over her body while he tried to stare her down with his icy, cold gray eyes.
"What are you doing after you leave here?"
"Just mind your own business," she snapped back at him, her voice trembling. She didn't want to antagonize any of the employees at tile prison because she was afraid that they might take it out on her husband. They might also, if she were not fit careful, jeopardize Steve's chance for parole by an uncomplimentary report or two.
"You're hardly in a position to be rude to me, Mrs. Jackson," he replied. "In face, if you're nice to me, maybe I could arrange a few special favors for your jailbird husband." His eyes were twinkling in a sadistic sort of gleam as he waited for her reaction, challenging her and mocking her.
"I doubt that you have the authority to do anything her other than harrass visitors," she quipped, "Besides I happen to be in love with my husband who is more of a man than you'll ever be!"
That last remark was a mistake she could tell, because his eyes narrowed and he glared at her, spitefully and cruelly.
"Well, we'll just see about that. Ask your husband how his week went next Sunday and you'll see how much influence I have around here. You'll pay for that last remark and so will he."
The air seemed to take on a sudden chill from the iciness of his eyes and she drew her jacket closely around her body and sank dejectedly onto the hard, wooden bench in the waiting room.
What have I done now, she thought to herself. Would he really take my comment out on Steve? She was afraid to think that what he said might be the truth, but she didn't say anything to Steve about it, hoping that it had been just a threat and that nothing would actually happen.
When she got up to leave, the guard walked with her to the door and added, "Remember what I told you! Maybe next time you won't be so high and mighty and we can work something out. If you're lucky, I may give you a second chance to change your mind about me, baby!"
So now he was calling her "baby," not Mrs. Jackson. His impudence was overwhelming and she found it difficult to comprehend that he could actually get away with propositioning her at her husband's expense. He had not really come out and said anything definite, but it was clear enough what he wanted and she didn't know what she would do. Even the news that his appeal may be pushed up did not help the depressed, black feeling that was taking over in her mind.
The week dragged by and she was anxious to get back to the prison for the next visiting day. She had to know what had happened and if the guard had actually followed through on his threat. The next Sunday she could feel the trepidation building as she got ready to leave the apartment, but she hoped that it wouldn't show when she saw Steve.
When she walked into the waiting room of tie prison, the guard approached her and said with a slight twinkle in his eye. "Your husband has had a most unfortunate accident on the job this week, Mrs. Jackson. You'll have to go to the infirmary to see him today. Come on, I'll show you the way!"
Her heart sank into her stomach and she felt sick.
"Accident?" she said, her voice quivering with shaken emotion.
"Well, it's nothing too serious . . . not this time, anyway," he answered sarcastically.
"What did you do to him," she almost screamed, suddenly leaping at him and beating her fists against his arm and chest. He grabbed her hands and held her firmly, pulling her arms out in a spread-eagle angle so that he could see the voluptuousness of her breasts pushing against her blouse.
"You'll see what's happened soon enough," he laughed and added, "you look very sexy today, very sexy!" And as he let go of her wrists, he let his hands slide demandingly, roughly down her arms and grasp firmly on her shoulders. For a moment she thought that he was going to reach out and grab her breasts, the way he was staring at her, but he hesitated for a second and then let her go.
"There's plenty of time for that later," he said laughing smugly, "plenty of time." and he led her down a long corridor to a door marked, "Infirmary."
She was directed to a cubicle in the back of the room where she saw Steve. He was lying on his back, his head bandaged, but he tried to smile weakly.
"Hi, sweetheart. How do you like this kettle of fish?" He was trying to sound light-hearted, but she knew that something more than his head was bothering him.
"What happened," she asked, trying to fight back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.
"Just an accident," he said unconvincingly, "don't worry." But it was obvious that he was aware of the fact that it was not an accident just the same as she was. She glanced back at the guard who was standing to one corner of the cubicle, grinning down at them, delighted in the strained situation.
"I just had a slight concussion, darling," he said. It seems that an axe handle broke and the dull end of the blade caught me in the head. I had quite a headache for awhile, but I wasn't cut too badly, I'll live!"
Her mind went back to what the guard had said the week before, and if this wasn't serious she wasn't sure what he would consider to be serious! The thought frightened her and her whole body shuddered nervously.
She had the feeling that he wanted to say more about the accident, but couldn't because the guard was there. She felt like blurting out what he had said to her the previous week, but thought better of it for fear of what may happen if she did. My God, she thought, they would probably kill him!
She didn't want to leave the prison that Sunday, she wanted to stay right there and see that nothing else happened and thoughts of going to the warden and telling him the story crossed her mind, but as she walked out of the infirmary into the main reception room, the guard said, "Don't get any funny ideas about telling anyone about this, baby, This is just between you and me and the lamp post, if you know what I mean." She knew that he wasn't kidding and that if she wanted Steve to stay healthy and alive, she had better go along with what he asked. They were completely at his mercy. Her legs were shaking and she felt as though they would give way right from underneath her at any moment, but she managed to make it to the door of the prison and out into the open air.
It was two blocks to the bus stop and her bus wasn't due for another hour so she decided to go for a walk and try to make a decision as to what she should do about the guard. It seemed as though she walked for miles, because each step was an effort from the trembling that was commanding her whole body, so she decided to go back to the bus stop and wait there. She sat down on the bench and tried to put the whole situation out of her mind, hoping that maybe it was just a bluff, but deep inside she knew that she had not heard the last from the guard or what he wanted. She glanced nervously at her watch and looked down the street for her bus, it was late. And then, suddenly she heard a voice call out.
"Hello there, hop in. I'll give you a ride."
She glanced up and saw the red, burly face of the guard grinning at her from the driver's seat of his car that he had pulled up in front of her.
"No thank you," she managed to get out. "my jus will be here in just a minute."
"I said, I'll give you a ride," he answered, his voice becoming a little annoyed and more insistent. "Hop in, if you know what's good for you!" He laughed at her as she stared at him in total disbelief, not knowing whether to run, scream or just accept his offer.
"I don't have all day, baby," he said, "if you want to see your precious husband in one piece again, you'll hop in."
She knew that he wasn't kidding, a man as cruel and sadistic enough to do what he had already done wasn't one to joke around, so hesitantly she walked to the curb and opened the passenger door of the car. She slid onto the seat and stayed as close to the door as possible clasping her hands nervously together on her lap.
"Move over here, close to me, baby," he commanded, looking at her, waiting to see if she would have enough nerve to challenge his authority again.
She waited for just a moment and then inched herself a little closer to him, then stopped.
"I said, HERE!" he commanded, patting the space of the seat right up against him.
She moved over until her leg brushed against the coarseness of his trousers and she felt his rough, calloused hand clamp down firmly on her thigh. She tried to straighten her skirt so that the hem would cover the top of her stockings, but his hand moved quickly to the fleshy whiteness of her thigh between her stockings and garter belt. Her stomach was churning and she felt sick, but she tried not to show it.
"What do you want with me . . . why me?" she fired at him.
"You're a good-looking baby," he replied, "and I like good-looking babies!"
She glared at him astonished, not knowing what she could possibly say to deter him.
"I live on the other side of the city . . . out in Briarwood, actually. You don't have to drive me, it's going to be out of the way," she tried again.
"We're not going straight home," he laughed, "we're going to get to know each other a lot better before this day is over!"
"Where are you taking me," she asked, her voice suddenly shaking with alarm and fear.
"You'll see soon enough," he answered, "now just sit back and enjoy the ride." His fingers were digging teasingly into the tender flesh of her inner thigh and she cringed back in the seat, not knowing what she could possibly do.
Her first reaction was to try to jump from the car but it was speeding out onto the highway and she knew that it would be suicide to try. She kept glancing at the door handle still debating whether or not to try it when she heard a click and looked over at the guard.
"A safety switch on my side locks and unlocks the doors, sweetheart, just in case you were thinking of getting out. You're safely locked in now!" His voice was hard and unyielding as his hand snaked further up under her skirt until she felt the tips of his searching fingers brush teasingly against the crotch band of her panties, far up between her thighs.
She tried to squirm away from his disgusting touch and looked at him tearfully, pleading for him to stop the car and let her out
"Not a chance, baby," he said, "we've come too far already for turning back!"
She tried to pry his fingers loose from her thigh, but Iris huge hands held her fast, pinching and kneading at the soft, white skin of her leg.
"You're hurting me," she told him weakly. "Please stop!"
"Why don't you just relax and enjoy the scenery? It would make things a lot easier on yourself if you quit trying to fight me." His breath was rapidly increasing as his fingers manipulated the narrow strip of elastic until he could push the tight leg-band aside and reach inside the thin material of her panties. She felt his thick, hard fingers trying to push upward until he felt the soft sparse hair of her pubic mound and massaged it harshly. She felt helpless and used, being pushed and prodded at his will, but there was nothing she could do to get away, no chance to break out of the car even if it did mean that she would be badly hurt or even killed.
His fingers worked furiously and even though his hand was at an awkward angle he did not let up on his degrading pawing. She jumped and twitched nervously when she felt the tip of his middle finger find the soft tender bud of her clitoris and begin to work it gently around and around in a small circular motion.
No matter how she turned, his fingers kept their place, firmly planted inside the thin unprotected strip of nylon that ran between her legs.
She could feel his prodding and pinching become more insistent and as his passion and lust began to build, his touch more demanding until she felt the cruel onslaught of one thick finger push cruelly into the tiny, tight slit of her vagina. Her muscles contracted automatically as if in an effort to force him out of her, but it was futile. The palm of his hand massaged the sensitive vaginal lips until she thought that they would be scraped from her body by his calloused hands.
Tears of humiliation and fear were streaming down her cheeks and once more she tried to claw his hand away from her body. Her fingernails dug into the hardness of his arm, scratching him so severely that she drew blood. Instinctively he withdrew his hand from between her legs and his hand struck her across the face.
"You bitch, you'll pay for that little display of temper," he shouted at her. While she was free from his grasp she slid quickly over to the door and cringed against the paneling, sobbing uncontrollably, her hands automatically rubbing her cheek where he had struck her.
He seemed to be enjoying the humiliation that lie was inflicting on her, for she could see a huge bulge growing even larger within his trousers and she watched it half-fearfully, half-fascinated by the large, pulsing organ. He caught her staling at him and said.
"You'll get a better view in a very few minutes," he said, laughing at her, which only increased her already flowing tears.
He did no touch her for the rest of the snort hip since his lust was becoming such that he had a difficult enough time keeping the car on the road without exciting himself anymore. He drove for another fifteen minutes then turned off the highway to a narrow dirt road that seemed to go back into the country or to a park, she wasn't sure which for she hadn't been out in this part of the country before. When they had driven for about another five miles he made another turn-off and drove up to a small cabin that looked as though it had not been used in years. The wood was weather beaten and rotting and cobwebs hung like torn lace around the door and the padlock which barred the door was rusty from the rain and age. He unlocked his door first and went around to her side, opening it with a key from an overloaded key chain and pulled her roughly from the seat so that she almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Come on," he growled, "this way," shoving her menacingly toward the door of the ancient, filthy building.
With another key he opened the door of the cabin, brushing the cobwebs away with one hand and pushed her inside. She couldn't believe the squalor and state of total disrepair that the cabin was in. The only furnishings were a large wooden table in the middle of the room, a pot bellied stove with a huge hole in the tin chimney and an old iron bed covered by a scruffy quilt in one corner.
He didn't waste any time with preliminaries since he had already excited himself to almost the bursting point in the car.
"Take off your clothes!" he commanded, his eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room. "I wanna see if that young little pussy looks as good as it feels."
She didn't move, but just stared at him and tried to inch her way back towards the door, but his arm caught her roughly and held her fast
"Looks like I'll have to help you, doesn't it?" he added, tearing at the cotton blouse she was wearing and ripping it from her body with one pull as the buttons scattered and rolled on the floor. She tried to pull away from his vice-like grip but it was useless. He shoved her backwards toward the bed until she lost her balance and fell onto the thin mattress, her knees dangling over the side and the hard steel springs digging into her back.
Her skirt had ridden well up on her legs so that he could see the white, smooth flesh of her thighs above her taut silk stockings and the mark that the garters made as they pulled against the skin. She had firm, shapely legs and he ran his hands over her calves and knees and up the inside of her thighs until, once again, he could feel the soft flimsy nylon of her protective panties. He tugged at the elastic with both hands, his body pinning her to the bed and pulled her thin panties from her buttocks, his fingers prodding and working between her open thighs.
She writhed and squirmed under his weight, out it only exhausted her and she could not move enough to throw him off. He let the panties drop to the floor and busied himself with the zipper of her skirt until that too lay in the heap of clothes on the dusty floor. The sight of her nakedness stimulated him and he wondered if the zipper of his trousers would keep him intact! He rolled her body to its side and tore the remainder of her blouse away so that she lay there completely vulnerable, covered only by her stockings, garter belt and brief lace brassiere. He fumbled with the hook of her brassiere, but it was fastened tightly, so he pushed it up and pulled her large, full breasts out into full view. The white smoothness of her skin and pink-ness of her nipples contrasted sharply against the dingy, dirty cloth of the quilt and he drew a sharp breath. Her soft, firm breasts were pushed up almost grotesquely outside the brassiere and it pinched her.
"That hurts me," she cried, as his mouth came down on the tender nipple of one breast and his tongue swirled wetly around it, forcing it into involuntary erectness. His hands were hampered by the cloth and lace of her still hooked brassiere and so he grabbed the front and ripped it in half and threw the now useless rag to the floor. Her breasts now hung completely free, voluptuous shaped mounds of smooth, soft flesh.
He ran his hands over every curve of her body like a starved man would grab for food, insistent and excited. She knew that it would do her no good to struggle, so she tried to steel her mind and body against the horrible attack that was momentarily going to take place against her helpless naked body.
Her one arm was pinned against the bed by his shoulder and the other just pounded uselessly on his broad, strong back until she gave up completeiy.
He stared down at her, his face just inches away from her body and his voice thick with lust.
"You're going to enjoy this, baby. Believe me, you're going to enjoy this!" His eyes devoured every inch of her body, the smooth supple, white skin. She had a body which half-hidden by clothes, suddenly blossomed into much more provocative dimensions when revealed and he wanted to feel every inch of her tremble under his touch until she would beg him to take her. This thought alone brought wild, uncontrolled lust pounding through his veins as his fingers teased over the slimness of her waist, the long, curved shapeliness of her legs, the small roundness of her buttocks and the firm, pointed protrusion of her breasts. She kept her eyes tightly closed and tried to think of something else . . . anything else, but with each movement and each cruel pinch or pull, she was reminded of her terrible, humiliating position, her utter helplessness at the hands of the sex-crazed maniac who had beaten her husband senseless only a few short days ago.
His hands stopped their exploring for just a moment and she heard the lewd sound of his zipper as he started to take off his clothes so that he could take her. Within moments he had removed his shirt and she could feel his hairy, barrel chest crush down on her and his monstrous, pulsing organ jerk frantically into the soft fleshiness of her loins. His rigid, throbbing phallus penetrated between her tightly pressed thighs, squeezing between the white, smooth flesh until she was forced to yield sufficiently to let him take her.
"Open your legs," he commanded, driven by relentless passion and lust. "Wider."
Her knees were weak and she couldn't fight him when his hands raked savagely down her body, clawing her like an animal and forced her thighs apart until they were almost spread at 90 degree angles to her body. She felt as though she were being torn in half as he ground his hips sensuously into her open, widely spread crotch. His massive rod rubbed against the swollen vaginal lips, teasingly, tantalizingly and regardless of her fear and disgust for this pig of a man who was on top of her, she could feel an automatic female reaction begin involuntarily through her body. She turned under him in an effort to deter his aim, but his penis was so thick and long that no matter how she twisted and churned, it seemed to follow her relentlessly like a stalking snake.
His mouth crushed her haughtily tilted breasts, biting harshly at the tender, erect nipples, and running his tongue over the soft, white mounds, flicking, punishing, driving and forcing her to want his lewd advances.
"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned, abandoning any thought to trying to stop him. "Don't . . . don't," she whimpered, her voice weak from her struggle and also from her own desire. She knew that she shouldn't be enjoying this, but her body was denying her mind!
His hands gripped and stroked her as he rose and fell on the soft, resilient flesh of her cushioning body, gradually sliding down further on her so that he was on the floor on his knees, his hands wrapped firmly, tightly, around the fullness of her lower thighs as he kept her legs spread wide apart. His tongue traced a pattern up the inside of her spread-eagled loins until she could feel his mouth close around the hardened tip of her clitoris and lick at it hungrily. Her hands were no longer trying to fight him off, but instead ran over the back of his head and neck, keeping his mouth in place while she squirmed against him.
"Ooooooooh, ooohhhhhh, yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . " she whispered, her voice trailing into silence, her mouth open wide, gaping helplessly up at the cobwebbed ceiling.
His teeth nipped at the tender, pink lips of her vagina until his tongue found the tiny, pink slit of her warm, throbbing channel. Then, ever so gently, so as not to break the spell of lust under which she was laboring, his thumbs slowly ,but deliberately spread the soft hair-lined lips and her cunt opened wide.
"Oooooooooh God!" she quivered, grinding her loins tight up into his face as he thrust the full thickness of his wet, curling tongue deep into her burning pussy.
"Yes, yes, that's it . . . now . . . "she breathed fiercely, desperately, animal noises cnoking in her throat. "Lick me! Lick me harder!"
His fully erect manhood was pulsating, throbbing up against the coarse hairiness of his belly and he was ready to take her. But, there was one final humiliating demand he had to place on this helpless young wife of that sniveling prisoner back there in the cell.
"You want me," he rasped. "Beg me for it!" The cruel tone pervading his voice again.
"Yes, yes . . . please . . . please . . . I can't stand it anymore!" she pleaded.
He delighted in her subservient tone, the groveling as he moved up on her body and directed his massive penis at her tiny throbbing opening. At first he pushed just hard enough so that the blood-red knob of his throbbing prick entered her and she tried to raise her hips up to take the whole shaft, but her feet did not quite touch the floor so she had no leverage and she had to wait until he was good and ready to give it to her. He knew that he was torturing her, making her wait, but this was part of his pleasure and he didn't care how she felt, he was a selfishly cruel lover and she was his pawn.
He wanted to make her wait until she thought she would die, a sadistic power driving him to make her want to feel to an extent she would never forget.
"Now . . . now . . . " she whimpered up into his face again.
In, in, further and further, little by little. With another stroke he would be all the way up inside her to the very depths of her hot, little belly.
"Ooooooooaaaaahhhh, God!" she groaned, long drawn moans being sucked from her throat as she stretched her legs out wide and dug the back of her heels tight down into his driving buttocks, giving him complete access to the whole of her wildly gyrating crotch. Her tight sperm hungry pussy clasped and unclasped lasciviously around his pounding cock as though trying to swallow him, sucking him deeper and deeper with each jack-hammer thrust into the depths of her cunt.
"I-I'm going to cum . . . cuuuummmmm . . . oooooo . . . yessssss . . . Now! Fuck it harder . . . FUCK IT HARDER . . . HARDER . . . Aaaaaaa aaahhhhhhhh!! " She screamed out into the ancient room as her body jerked violently up against him in turbulent sexual explosion brought on much too prematurely by the cruel and obscene teasing he had subjected her naked body to all these maddening minutes before.
Her pussy's wild clasping and sucking contractions around his huge pistoning rod of flesh made the desire chum deeper in his loins and he too could suddenly feel the jerking spasms of his animal passion burst forth like a shotgun blast and spew deep up into her milking vagina.
"Ooooooh, Oooooooh," he grunted as he ground out his orgasm harder and harder with each powerful thrust, emptying the whole of his hot, milk-white sperm deep, deep down into the young, helpless wife's quivering white belly. Sarah moaned and twisted beneath his pounding pelvis, helpless in her own climax, until it seemed to her she would burst from the pressure of his spurting semen. Then, with a last soul-rending grunt, he finished. He rolled off her body and onto the dirty, wrinkled comforter, gasping, trying to catch his breath. She just lay there completely immobile, exhausted from her primitive display of passion, humiliated, degraded and feeling completely ashamed and dirty. She knew she had no choice but to come here with this horrible man and let him shoot his passion deep up inside her, but . . . Oh God, did she have to enjoy it. Did her body have to run away with her that way and give him also the satisfaction of-of knowing that she too had flooded her own womb with her uncontrolled juices of lust. That she too had wanted it and had begged him to take her. Oh God, if Steve ever knew. If he ever knew, she would never be able to face the world again. She would dry up and die-and-perhaps that would be best.
"You're a wild little piece of ass, baby." The guard next to her breathed, as though it were a compliment she should enjoy hearing.
"Yeah, I ain't had a pussy snap at me so hungry like that in years. Must be tougher than I thought havin' a con for a husband who can't give it to ya when ya really need it."
"Please, please don't make it any worse," she whimpered, turning her head to the side. "I-I don't want to talk about it."
"Sure, sure, baby. Anything you say." he snickered triumphantly, "You put out like that all the time and old Daddy here'll do anything you say."
He rolled away from her and moments later was snoring in a deep untroubled sleep. Sarah thought for a moment about trying to run but knew it would do no good now. He had tasted her forbidden fruit once and would never leave her alone now so she may as well make the best of it She pulled the ragged blanket up over her and faded into an exhausted sleep . . . a sleep she knew could only be temporary with that animal of man slowly regaining his strength next to her. She knew there was more to come and she didn't dare let herself think about what other horrible and perverted demands he would be making on her before he let her go.
CHAPTER 5
They lay there-sleeping for several hours and when she awoke she realized that it must be about nine o'clock at night because the sky was completely black except for a small scattering of stars and the wind was blowing quite hard. She looked around the small cabin but didn't see the guard.
Oh God, she thought, he couldn't have just left me here. How will I get back to the apartment? She pulled on the tattered remnants of her clothes and paced nervously up and down the small cubicle and finally sat at the wooden table and tried to think rationally about what she should do.
She sat there for about three quarters of an hour when she heard a car pull up in front of the cabin and the headlights shone in brightly through the shuttered window. She ran to the door to see who it was and if they could give her a ride back to the city, but as she opened the door, her heart sank like a lead weight. It was the guard!
"You think I'd left you here for the wolves?" he said laughingly.
"I wasn't quite sore what to think," she replied, almost in a whisper.
"Well, I just went down the road to get something to eat. I'm starved and I'm sure that you must be too. Have to keep up your strength, you know!" His voice was challenging and insinuating and she still couldn't quite figure out what he planned to do with her.
He threw a grease-spotted bag in the middle og the table along with several wrinkled napkins.
"No plates or silver here, so we'll just have to eat with our fingers. Besides it's chicken and that's the only way to eat it anyway," he added.
He tore open the paper bag and grabbed a large breast and began gorging himself like he hadn't eaten in months. His gross lack of manners and etiquette almost made her lose her appetite, but as long as she was at his mercy she thought that she had better eat. There was no telling when he would feed her again, and she wasn't sure when she would get out of that terrible, filthy place, so she picked up a piece of meat and ate.
"Don't have any running water here either, but I've got a bottle in the car. I'll get it," he said, as he headed for the door.
She was very thirsty, Out the last thing in the world she wanted right now was an alcoholic drink, but her throat was parched and it would be better than nothing. Maybe it would even make her predicament easier to cope with.
He returned in a few minutes carrying a gallon bottle of a cheap red wine and lifted it to his mouth and took a long, sloppy gulp, then handed her the bottle. It was all she could do to lift the bottle, but she managed to get it to her lips to take a drink. She could taste the sickening sweet taste of the wine as she swallowed, but it wet her throat and relieved her thirst
When they had finished eating, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and walked over to the bed and laid down.
"Are we going to stay here all night," she asked hesitantly.
"Why not?" he answered. "I just know that you're dying to be all alone with me, and what better spot could you think of? Besides I have tomorrow off from work, so we not only have tonight, but we have all day tomorrow too!" His voice was wicked as he leered sadistically at her. "Just think how well we're going to get to know each other. This afternoon was just a preliminary, and I do believe that you were actually beginning to enjoy it!"
She could feel the color rush to her face, remembering how she had reacted to the lewd, humiliating caresses of this burly, crude man and she stared down at the floor.
"Don't let it embarrass you, baby," he continued. "You are quite a hot little number and you can't expect to go without sex while your old man is behind bars. Besides I think you're the type who needs sex, and lots of it!"
The tone of his voice was hard and disgusting, just like the rest of his personality. She sat there at the table and tried to pick out some object in the room and stare at it. Anything, just so that she wouldn't have to look at his triumphant face and squat body stretched out like a sultan on the grimy, hard bed.
He was silent for a few minutes, then commanded her, "Bring the bottle of wine and come over here and lie by me. It's more relaxing."
She knew from the tone of his voice that he had something more than relaxation on his mind and she couldn't bear the thought of having him touch her again. She still felt so ashamed and dirty from their horrible orgy that afternoon, but slowly she got up and handed him the jug of wine. He took several short gulps from the bottle and handed it back to her. "Drink it," he said, ordering her rather than offering it to her.
She sipped hesitantly on the huge bottle and the half sweet, half pungent taste made her feel slightly sick, but she fought the waves of nausea and dropped heavily, wearily to the side of the bed. She wasn't sure whether it was the wine itself or the sweetness of the taste that was making her dizzy, but her head was beginning to spin and she felt her equilibrium failing. She held her head in her hands, trying to shake her light-headed feeling, but no matter what she did, it persisted until she was finally forced to put her head back on the quilt, alongside the guard's. He watched her carefully, guardedly while she tried to regain her composure, delighted at her inability to function quite properly and he chuckled to himself.
"What are you laughing at?" she demanded. "God, I feel so strange. What in the world is in that bottle? It must be a hundred years old."
"Not quite, my dear," he aid. "It's just a little mixture of vodka and burgundy wine. Not the best, I must admit, but it sure does the trick and cheaply, too."
No wonder, she thought dazedly, I've drunk a lot of wine, but it's never affected me this way.
She felt as though her clothes were strangling her and her whole body felt flushed and warm, so she leaned up slightly and began to remove what was left of her blouse. The zipper on her skirt had also been ripped in the afternoon so she slipped that down and off her ankles easily also, and she lay back clothed in only her tattered brassiere and tiny bikini briefs which did little to cover the rising mound of her sex. She closed her eyes and tried to ward off the spinning feeling in her head, so she didn't notice that the guard was also removing his clothes and then stretched out nakedly on the bed beside her, his penis throbbing erectly back up against his stomach.
He leaned over and kissed her, and she tried weakly to push him away, but he caught hold of her taffy colored hair and crushed his mouth on her soft, well-defined lips, smelling tile freshness of her tight, smooth skin, mingled with the pervading aroma of the wine and vodka. His hand wandered over the taut skin of her ribs and rose abruptly over her flimsily-covered breasts, fondling the soft, soaring mounds that were just barely hidden from sight.
"Oh no, no, no, let me alone. Please let me alone," she murmured, trying vainly to push his hands away from her body.
He turned more on his side so that his thick, pulsing penis now jerked just over the fullness of her thigh and as she wiggled restlessly her leg brushed against his hardened tool until he thought that he could no longer endure the pain of his heightened desire.
He pulled roughly and removed the tiny, lace brassiere, exposing her beautiful, firm mounds, tipped poutingly with her large, reddish-pink nipples. He kissed her neck, running his lips down over the smooth, warm, white shoulders, then closed his mouth on her soft, supple breasts. She stirred fitfully under his caresses and clasped his head and tried to force him from her sensitive mounds, but her efforts were futile. She just lay there helplessly, unable to move to any degree while this man played out his lust and desire on her body.
He drew down her thin briefs and she was powerless to stop him. She couldn't life her head from the bed, so she just lay there as if in a catatonic state, staring blindly at the ceiling.
His hand brushed up her calf, stroking the slenderly-muscled firmness of her leg, and up the slim smoothness of her knees to her inner thigh.
His fingers probed between the aching lips of her vaginal passage and he wormed two fingers inside her still sperm-moistened orifice. He wiggled his fingers harshly, causing her to cry out.
"No, no, no." She opened her eyes slightly and implored him to stop, but he would not let her pleas frustrate his insistent fingering and he continued as though she had not spoken at all.
His penis was throbbing and jerking against her thigh and in her alcoholic stupor she reached down and he felt the coolness of her hand close around the heat of his shaft as if trying to prevent it from touching her leg. She held his massive phallus in her hand for a few moments, her fingers entwining and squeezing it until it seemed to have a life of its own, jerking at the touch, raging like an electric drill about to ass up.
"Stop, we must stop," she whispered suddenly, but now as though she were an accomplice, and she made a brave effort to pull herself together.
"It's too late now," he answered, his voice slightly tendered by his passion and excited by her slight, though drunken response.
He swung his hips over her and tried to insert his rigid organ between her tightly pressed legs. She lay there like a zombie, still holding firmly onto his pulsing manhood and he could not move her, so he contented himself with her masturbation of his thick rod until he thought he would burst. Finally he lowered his mouth onto her full, softly rising and falling breasts and nibbled sharply at her tender, sensitive nipples. Automatically she released his throbbing penis and grabbed his head in an effort to force him to stop. He traced a line down her body with his tongue until he felt her hips bucking under his mouthing, inviting him, tantalizing him. He knew that she was completely in his control, partly from the wine and partly from his erotic caresses.
"Feel good, baby," he murmured in her ear, wetting the outer ear with his tongue and probing into it like a snake.
"Ooohhhh yes," she swooned, almost as if she weren't entirely sure of what she was saying or doing.
"Well, then, it's your turn to do something for me," he chuckle, a sadistic ring to his voice.
He rolled over, straddling her body and moved up on her until his knees were pressing into the mattress just below her shoulders. She stared at the huge, thick jerking penis as it bobbed freely just above her face then closed her eyes again.
Oh God, she thought, I can't take all that. I'll choke to death and she turned her head sideways away from the awful pulsating sight.
She felt his hands grasp her head firmly and his fingers probe her lips open roughly and at the same time force his gigantic organ deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She made a stifling, choking sound as he rocked back and forth on his knees, pushing his thick, hard prick deeper and deeper into her mouth.
"Suck it, baby, suck it good . . . " he whispered, his voice thick with lust.
"That's it, be a good girl and I'll be nice to you!" He was twisting and turning his hips so that his penis was filling every possible corner of her mouth and throat.
He grabbed her head tightly and pushed her mouth firmly against his jerking hips. His face was flushed and contorted in the dimly lit cabin as he was about to cum . . . cum in her mouth and in her throat. She could hardly breathe and he knew that he would either have to cum or he would choke her to death, so with one last, long thrust he buried his giant cock deep into her throat as he felt the first jetting spasms of his orgasm begin.
"Oh yes, baby, that's it, take it all.. . here it is," he gasped as he felt the hot, sticky sperm spurt from his organ and run down into her throat. She tried to cough, choked by the pungent taste of his semen, but he held her head until he was completely spent then rolled backwards and once again, alongside her on the bed.
She felt as though she would be sick, but she couldn't lift her head, it seemed as though there were some heavy weight holding her down, so she just lay there shaking and wondering what horrible act he would make her to next.
"That was good, baby," he finally said, running his hands familiarly over her breasts and thighs. "I know that you weren't satisfied that time, but just wait a few minutes and we'll do it again!"
"Oh no . . . please no," she whispered weakly, the sperm from his orgasm glistening wetly on her lips. "I can't stand any more!"
"Oh yes you can, just you wait and see. I have a real treat in store for you this time. Remember, if you're nice to me, I'm nice to that con husband of yours, and you don't want him to be treated badly, do you? Just think of it as a sacrifice for love!" And he laughed loudly and cruelly.
She tried to force herself to go to sleep again, but in what seemed to be just a matter of minutes he reached out and took her hand and guided it back to an already fully erect, pulsing penis.
"See what you do to me," he said. "I just can't get enough of you!"
She let her hand fall limply on his leg, not wanting to touch his thick, massive organ and excite him any further.
"Hold it, baby," he ordered her. "I want you to be well aware of what you're getting." She could hardly believe the thickness of his manhood, her fingers barely touched around it and it was thick right to the very head, bigger than she had ever felt it before.
He made her hold him like this for several minutes, manipulating the foreskin back and forth on his jerking rod until her hands became tired and she had to stop. She hesitated a moment before letting go of his prick as though she were waiting for his permission or approval.
"That's okay, baby, now it's my turn with you!"
His rough, calloused hands reached out and turned her over so that she was lying face down on the bed, her arms stretched out above her head. He positioned her body as though she were made of putty, but she was too weak and dizzy to resist, so she let him do as he wanted to arrange her position.
He ran his hands over the soft smoothness of her shoulders and down her back to the firm, plumpness of her buttocks and massaged them hungrily.
He moved up behind her, an intensity of desire written on his face, so that he would have better leverage, and spread the soft, white cheeks with his thumbs, gazing for a moment at the tight little anus nestling between them. He ran his fingers deep into her resisting crevice and she moaned.
"Don't.. . don't.. . I've never done . . . " and her voice trailed off as in she were in a stupor. She tried to keep her cheeks tightly contracted so that he would not be able to gain entry to her virginal orifice, but his fingers were insistent as they probed along the separation until one finger found the tight, elastic opening of her rectum. He eased one finger in gently at first, just up to the first knuckle and she screamed.
"Aaaggggghhh, no . . . my god . . . no," as the pain and further humiliation of this perverted invasion racked her whole body.
"Relax, baby," he said, "you're going to like this! Just look at it as a new experience and think what you can teach your husband when and if he ever gets out!" She didn't like the way he had said "IF," so she tried to relax, knowing that to resist would be of no use anyway.
He moved to his knees, pulling her hips in the air and with his thumbs stretched her buttocks widely apart, aiming the tip of his penis at the tiny puckered opening. The huge blood-filled head prodded between her buttocks for a moment, and she stiffened and tried to roll her body away from him, but then, pushing hard and pulling her legs wide, he entered her slightly, and gave a gasp of pleasure as the head of his erect staff slipped abruptly through the tight elastic ring of her anus. She jerked sharply and cried out in pain, but he ignored her and, in fact, seemed overcome with first time this forbidden virginal opening. He caught her waist with both hands and drove down hard at her split, breaking right through immediately from the force of his merciless thrust, his testicles slapping hard against the open lips of her cunt
He stuffed the corner of the filthy quilt in her mouth to stifle her screams of pain as he ground in and out, deeper and deeper, right to the hilt, pulverizing her belly with each cruel buttock-flattening thrust!
He pulled her buttocks still wider apart so that he could see the growing, enlarging aperture as he withdrew for each separate stroke. Gradually he moved his body onto her so that his whole weight was resting against her buttocks . . . all the weight of his heavy, thick body behind this obscene ravishment of her backside. His movements began to grow more and more full of fury, the thrusts growing shorter and swifter so that he hardly withdrew an inch before skewering hard up into her rectum again.
His mouth opened in a great gasp, filling the empty cabin with its lewd sound as he leaned his body and knees back away from her, thrusting forward only with his hips for greater pressure. He moved swiftly in and out, further and further in a growing tension until his whole body stiffened, went rigid and he let out a huge groan and gasp as he thrust convulsively at her anus, his sperm shooting into the desperately clasping aperture and deep up into her belly.
It seemed that he would grind out his climax forever, as though he had contained himself in a reservoir, even though he had cum less than an hour before. She just lay there trembling, enduring each brutal thrust after thrust of his convulsion before he sank slowly over her body gasping for air. Her belly felt filled and flooded as it never had before and she could feel the heat of his sperm as it swirled wetly around inside her.
Her legs were trembling uncontrollably and she was so sore that she was afraid that she would never be able to walk comfortably again after his cruel stretching of her anus, but she lay there motionless until the dull thud of the pain became such a steady wave that she slid gratefully into the welcome relief of unconsciousness.
They were both in a state of total exhaustion and slept soundly through the rest of the night.
The next morning he went out again to get some food for breakfast and lunch and continued to take her again and again in every conceivable manner throughout the whole day, until she felt that she had been completely torn, battered and degraded, but now it was becoming more of something she knew she would have to endure until her husband's appeal had been heard and he would stand a chance for parole, so she resigned herself to his disgusting humiliations and gave herself as she knew she must.
At nightfall he told her to get dressed, that he would take her home and warned her that she and better not say anything to anyone about their little interlude, because it would be bad for her and even worse for her husband. If she kept quiet and they continued their little tryst, things would work out just fine and her precious husband would be safe.
She listened to his threats and said nothing, knowing that there was no argument she could present that would sway his decision and his sadistic desire to shatter her innocence, but she wasn't sure that she could take a weekly battering by this horribly depraved man; she was too sore already and it would take her a long time for her body scars to heal, not to mention the scars that he had left imprinted indelibly on her mind!
CHAPTER 6
Each visiting day she trembled at the thought of another encounter with the guard, but he had kept his promise and life for Steve had much improved even though the word of his appeal had not come through. She had wanted to tell him so many times what had happened and ask him to forgive her and try to explain that she had done it for him, but each time she began, the words seemed to stick in her throat. She knew that she was too involved to back out or get away from the clandestine relationship without serious repercussions that would involve her husband, so she just let things go on as they were, even though each time that awful, gruff man touched her she wanted to kill him!
Steve had served over a year of his sentence when his lawyer finally was able to get a hearing date for an appeal. It was not on the docket for another three months, but at least there had been some breakthrough.
That Sunday when she told Steve the news he seemed a bit hesitant, even wary and not at all excited at the good news.
"Well, we've had our hopes up before, sweetheart," he said, "and nothing has ever come of it, but don't worry, I've got some news for you!"
The way he had spoken she was almost afraid that the guard had finally told him about their affair and he was going to tell her that he knew about it and that would be the end of their marriage. Her face must have showed her anxiety for he reached out and touched her lightly on the cheek.
"Don't look so upset, darling, I've got good news!"
She faked a smile, but inside her nerves were on edge and she could feel a flush run through her body as she shakily tried to regain her composure.
"The warden has told me that I will become a trustee next week. That means that I will have the freedom of the grounds and we won't have to visit in this tiny little room anymore. We can go for walks and I can even hold you in my arms without fear of a guard staring at us, making me feel like a depraved animal, just because I want to lass my wife and tell her I love her. What do you say to that?"
"Oh darling, that's wonderful. If you're a trustee, just think how good that will look when it comes time for your appeal. Maybe you will be out of here in a few months and we can start a new life together."
It seemed almost too much to hope for, but she didn't care. Even her illicit affair with the guard seemed to be insignificant, and maybe even this trusteeship was partially his doing. At any rate nothing seemed to matter now except that for the first time since the trial things were looking better.
She walked out of the prison that day, her spirits soaring and even the fact that she knew when she reached the bus stop the guard would be waiting for her, to take her to that isolated, dirty cabin and make love to her, abuse her and humiliate her, she still couldn't help the happy, reborn feeling that she had.
The weeks were passing more quickly now that he had something to look forward to, and the Sundays that she and Steve could walk around the prison grounds seemed to be as though they were finally free. They would walk to one corner of the yard where there were clumps of bushes and trees and he would take her into his arms and hold her, kiss her, and many times it had been difficult for them to stop. She wanted him so badly, as badly as he wanted her, but their embraces had to be short, even though each one was filled with a lifetime of passion. She would feel his hands, gently, but urgently close around the full, round, softness of her breasts until her nipples were erected into sensual hardness and she longed to have his mouth, kissing her, kissing her all over her body and finally take her. More than one time they had to check their wants and desires so that they wouldn't do anything to jeopardize his new status as trustee, but one day as they were sitting on the grass, holding each other, fondling, they were brought back to reality by a loud, rough voice.
"Well, well, isn't this a tender scene. Sorry Steve, didn't mean to interrupt you and your little lady, but we have to talk!"
When they looked up, startled, there was a man of about thirty-five, dark complected with the coldest eyes she had ever seen.
"What do you want, Cole," Steve demanded. "Can't it wait until tonight. I want to be alone right now!" His eyes shot out a warning that she didn't miss and she wondered just what was going on.
"No, it can't, you know it can't. I'm sorry, Mrs. Jackson, but I have to borrow your husband for a moment," he said.
"Just wait a minute, honey I'll be right back!"
She watched the two men walk to a grove of trees about fifteen feet from where she was sitting and talk in a hushed tone, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. When Steve returned, his face looked worried and she could see that whatever it was that this Cole had to say had upset his amorous and loving mood, for he just flopped on the grass next to her, stared at her for a moment and finally said, "This is sure a hell of a mess, honey and I don't know quite how to ask you, but if I don't it will make it very rough on me, so try to understand."
She just looked at him, not knowing what to think, not knowing what he could possibly ask that could be so terrible, or what would get him in trouble. After all, hadn't they made him a trustee and wasn't this a good sign. Surely he wouldn't do anything to ruin his chances for parole with his hearing so close.
"What is it," she stammered. 'What do you have to ask me? You know that there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." But a lump was in her throat and her mind began to imagine all sorts of terrible things and she almost wished that he would tell her to forget it that he would work it out some other way.
"Well, you saw that man, Cole, who just came over here," he said.
"Yes, what about him. I didn't like the way he looked at you and at me." she answered.
"He's been a trustee here for several months and sort of the big honcho around here, he calls the shots in other words, and he and three other men are planning a break and they've asked me to help them."
"You can't mean that . . . you couldn't!" she choked out. "You're not going to try a break too, are you? Please Steve, not now, not when things are going so well, don't take the chance."
He put his arm around her and drew her close. "No honey, I'm not going to be included in the break, but I have to cover for them while we're supposed to be at the Wednesday night movie so they have time to get away, and this is where you come in."
She looked at him, not believing what she had heard, but knowing that deep inside he had never been more serious or he wouldn't have asked her.
"What must I do," she asked, trying to fight back tears that were building up within her.
"Well honey, when they break they will be leaving in the laundry truck that picks up and delivers the uniforms and towels to and from this hole. One of the other men on the break is the trustee that drives the truck and he is going to hide the other three in empty laundry bags until they are past the gate and then they are just going to forget to come back, but once they are out they need a place to hide for awhile until they can make their contact for a car and get as far away from here as possible."
"It sounds absurd, Steve. They'll never get away with it. If it were as easy as that, I'm sure it would have been tried a long time ago."
"Not really, sweetheart. You see, I share the same cell with these guys and before this there was not another trustee who could lie for them."
"But Steve, won't that spoil everything for you, I mean, if the guards or the warden find out that you've covered for them?' Her voice was shaking and she could see all their plans and hopes for his appeal and parole go down the drain.
"Not really, honey. I won't have to lie exactly, all I'll say is that I don't know where they are. They'll have an hour or so leeway and that'll give them enough time to make it before the alarm goes out that they've escaped."
"I still don't like it, Steve, especially the part that I am going to have to harbor these thugs for god knows how long before they can leave town. Suppose the police come to my apartment and find them there. What would I do?"
"I doubt that they'd look for them here in the city, honey. They'd expect them to head as far out of town as possible the minute they were free, so there's nothing to worry about."
"I don't want to do it, Steve . . . I can't do it," she answered. "It might ruin all our chances."
His eyes stared at her and his voice became more demanding. "You have to, sweetheart, you have to. If you don't go along with it they could make it very rough for me here. I've seen men beaten and abused, damn near killed, if you really want to know, for not doing as they say."
She could tell from the tone of his voice that he wasn't kidding and she remembered what had happened just a few months before when she had doubted that the guard would harm him.
"Well, when is this going to take place," she asked hesitantly.
"This Wednesday. I'll give the men the directions to the house so you won't have to meet them on the street somewhere, but in case anything happens and they get lost, they'll have the phone number so they can call you and tell you where they are." His eyes were searching her face, pleading for understanding, knowing that he was taking an awful chance, but that he had to do it.
"Another thing," he added "I want you to give them some of my clothes to wear so they can change their uniforms. Buy some heavy sweaters, stock up on some canned food so that they won't be spotted in some store, do you understand?"
"Y-y-es," she stammered. "I understand, honey, but I still don't like it. I don't trust that man, Cole, and if the others are at all like him I'll be a nervous wreck."
'They won't harm you, sweetheart. They've been in here a lot longer than I have and they are all third timers, so this is their only chance . . . please . . . please do as I say and try to remember that you're doing it for me as well. If they fail, things will go very hard on me, believe me." She could almost detect fear in his voice and she knew that he wouldn't ask her to do it unless it was absolutely as the last resort.
When she left that Sunday, her mind was confused and she couldn't shake the anxious feeling that something awful was going to happen. The whole plan sounded too easy, entirely too easy. The guard picked her up on the corner as usual, and if he suspected that something was on her mind, he said nothing and drove her silently to the cabin for their weekly tryst.
CHAPTER 7
In the few days that followed she pondered what she would do when Wednesday finally arrived. She knew that she would have to go through with it for Steve's sake, but it didn't help, she still didn't like the idea and she couldn't stop the nightmares and the thought that something would go wrong and Steve would lose his chance for parole.
On Monday afternoon she was just going through Steve's closet, trying to sort out some clothes that she could give to the men when they arrived when her doorbell rang.
"Who is it?" she asked hestitantly.
"It's just me, dear, Mrs. Peel. If you're busy I'll come back."
"No, no, that's all right. I'll be right there." she answered the landlady's voice.
Well, she thought, at least her company will take my mind off Wednesday for awhile. Mrs. Peel had always been so nice to her, especially since Steve had been sentenced and she had never hinted that she knew anything about what had taken place between her husband and her, and never questioned how she was managing or paying her rent, but it still made her a bit uneasy when she came around now.
"Come in," she said, trying to be cheery. "It's been awhile since you've dropped by. How have your been?" Her voice sounded stilted, but evidently she hadn't noticed, for she walked directly to the living room and sat in their one comfortable chair.
"Haven't seen you around either, dear," she said. "I guess that looking for a job and keeping up the apartment while Steve is away has been keeping you pretty busy."
"Well, I try to keep occupied. Steve's hearing is scheduled in a month or so and we're hoping for his appeal to be granted and maybe even parole. I miss him so much," she said, almost choking back a sob.
"There, there," the older woman answered, putting her arm around her shoulders to comfort her. "We're all behind you, so don't you worry about a thing."
"Thank you, you've been so kind, so understanding," she said, relaxing a little. "It just that every time I think of how it all happened, where I failed to make him understand that he didn't have to give me all these things," as she motioned to the stereo and television set which occupied much of one wall.
"Well, our men try to give us everything they think we deserve, I guess it's all part of the male ego, but there are some things that they can't give us, if you know what I mean?"
"Well, no, I don't know . . . exactly. What do you mean?" She asked innocent of the connotation in the land lady's voice.
"Men can't understand the more tender emotions, what it's like to be a woman, sensitive to another woman's needs. They can make love to us, try to satisfy our physical needs, but often they are too rough, demanding and never even give us enough time to build up to our satisfaction."
The younger girl blushed and said, "Well, perhaps you're right, but Steve was always so patient with me." She didn't like discussing her intimate sex life with the landlord's wife, but it was someone to talk to and she was just trying to be friendly. She had always been shy and not very cognizant about sex before she had gotten married, but Steve had showed her how tender and how wonderful it would be and her body burned with desire just thinking about the many nights he had held her in his arms, loving her, contorting her protecting her, making her feel like the most important person in the world.
Mrs. Peel seemed to read her thoughts and said, "Yes, I guess it is rough on you, having your man away for such a long time when you hadn't been married that long to begin with." m
"Yes . . . yesl . . . it is," she said, as her mind was occupied with her reflections.
"Well, dear, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I feel that I must tell you that I know what has been going on between you and my husband. You see, we have a very understanding and liberal relationship and I know that he has been over her, and not just for tea." Her eyes were looking directly at her while she spoke, but her voice did not denote any anger whatsoever, merely a complacent, if sickening understanding.
"I-I-I don't know what to say, Mrs. Peel," she stammered, knowing it would do no good to deny it. "It wasn't my idea, your husband was very forceful, he coerced me into it."
"You needn't defend yourself, my dear," she continued, I understand perfectly and I didn't come over here to chastise you. Quite the contrary."
She looked at her a little surprised, but not sure what was corning next or what to expect.
T don't understand," she finally said. "Just why did you tell me that you knew, especially if you don't care and I can't imagine that. I'd care plenty if I found out Steve was sleeping with another woman !"
"Well, as I told you, we have a very liberal attitude when it comes to the most basic animal instinct. . . sex. Our opinions may vary on certain aspects of the game, but basically we play by the same rules. In other words, what's good for the goose is good for the gander!"
She just sat there, looking at her in total disbelief.
"Do you mean that because you know he sleeps with other woman, you sleep with other men!" She couldn't imagine her revealing something like tnis to her, who was almost a stranger even though they had spoken frequently. Certainly she must have better friends in whom to confide.
"Not exactly, my dear," she continued. "You see, my husband told me that you were a very proficient, although reluctant lover, and suggested that I find out for myself!"
She stared at her, not believing what she had had just heard, and jumped up off the couch.
"If I am to understand you correctly, you want to make love to me! And this is with your husband's approval!" she stammered.
"Well, I wouldn't be quite so calloused about it. After all, we are both women, I know how my body works, what a woman needs to gain complete and total satisfaction, and believe me, it isn't always a man!"
She was too flabbergasted to say anything, so she just stood there, immobile, trying to straighten out in her mind what this woman was getting at.
"No . . . oh no . . . " she said, "I don't agree with you, I do need a man . . . but only my husband." She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she couldn't cope with what was happening, not this too on top of everything else. What had she ever done to deserve this kind of luck. She had already been through a thousand indescrible horrors since
Steve had gone to prison . . . and now . . . now this too.
"I think you'd better leave, while I still keep my temper," she said shaking her head helplessly as tears of frustration began to roll down her cheeks.
Mrs. Peel moved closer to her and put her arms around her, holding her close so that she could feel the soft, fullness of her breasts as she pulled her toward her and held her securely. She tried to wiggle out of the woman's embrace, but she was holding her firmly, smoothing her hair with her hands until she finally collapsed into hysterical sobs, her whole body trembling with convulsions. She was exhausted, mentally and physically and felt completely helpless, unable to struggle against anything anymore.
The older woman was slowly steadily guiding her to the long couch and she was too weak to resist. She didn't notice, through her craving that the front door had opened and the landlord had slipped quietly into the kitchen where he a full view of what was going on.
Mrs. Peel pushed her gently onto the couch and through her hysteria could hear her saying, "You're such a lovely girl. Do you go to bed with many men?"
"No . . . no . . . no . . . " she choked out. "Only-only when I've been forced to do it."
"Well, you're much too good for them, she added. Men don't appreciate anything, especially the sensitivity of a woman, beautiful woman like yourself."
She was torn between nervous apprehension and a controlled fascination as the landlady spoke and she could see her avid eyes devouring every inch of her body, her hands running over the contours of her face and throat and settling firmly on her shoulders, pinning her to the couch.
She was rooted to the spot, unable to move even if she had wanted to while the older woman's hands wandered to her soft, full breasts and squeezed them tenderly, affectionately. She felt as though she were being strangled, but was completely unable to resist as though the older woman had woven some strange hypnotic spell over the tendrils of her mind.
"You have an exquisite form, my dear," the woman said softly, her breath close to her face as she bent over her and kissed her wetly on the lips.
Her lips closed down on hers, gently at first so that she could feel the full, warm softness of her mouth and then more furiously, more insistent. She tried to keep her mouth rigid at first, but slowly relaxed under the pressure she could feel her tongue forcing its way between her tightly clenched teeth and delve into the depths of her throat.
"Mmmmmmmumpff," she muttered, trying to force her away from the embrace, but the woman was holding her securely.
"My sweet, lovely girl," she said, taking her lips away from hers momentarily. "I know I can make you happy, I can help you and you can help me!"
She wanted to be sick, but strangely enough she could feel herself reacting to the tenderness of this woman. It wasn't like the cruel, rough, harsh treatment she had endured with the woman's husband, the landlord, or with the guard. It was a patient tenderness that was arousing her and not a cold, hard animalistic instinct.
She was unable to say anything, but her body relaxed under the woman's gentle, exciting caresses.
Her hands caressed her breasts with a woman's knowledge, and ran down her sides and her back while their bodies were locked together. After awhile she broke away, gasping, her eyes dominating, devouring, almost leaping from her head and she moved over to reach for her large purse that was lying on the table.
She fumbled in her pocketbook for a moment and then pulled out a long hard instrument, strange, but easily recognizable. She stared at it fascinated, a queasy feeling in her stomach. This woman's touch had excited and revolted her at the same time, but the combined effect of the two emotions left her void of any power to act.
The instrument was a solid rubber length in the shape of a huge male organ to which were attached two empty rubber testicles at the base, and it had a leather strap which attached around the waist and was joined by another strap which fit between the thighs and held it securely in place against a wearers pelvis.
The woman fondled the rubber phallus lovingly, stroking it as if to bring it to an erection if it were not already permanently stiff.
"I want you to have this and then have you do it to me," she said, holding the rubber penis in front of her eyes. 'Isn't it lovely," she said. Sarah simply stared at the instrument, not able to take her eyes off the unbelievable size and length of this imitation prick.
Mr. Peel, who was watching this erotic display from his place in the kitchen had already reached a full erection and was standing there watching steadfastly as he masturbated himself into a climatic frenzy, but neither one of the women noticed the heavy rasp of breathing or the muffled gasps that were coming from that part of the apartment
"Let's take off our clothes," she said finally, her hands already busying themselves with the buttons on her blouse, revealing the firm, full bulge of her breasts as they strained against the lace of her scanty brassiere.
She felt dazed, not knowing exactly what to do. Everything she had been taught, her whole upbringing rebelled against this sort of thing, but this was all fading into a blurred haze and it held some horrid fascination for her.
She began to help with the strip, her hands shaking and within a matter of minutes they were both lying naked, her own slim, slightly muscular body quivering from nervousness as well as anticipation. She trembled at the strange forbiddenness of the situation as alien fingers crept over her like crawling spiders and she knew that she would be unable to resist anything that this woman demanded, it would be completely hopeless.
"You're such a beautiful girl . . . beautiful," she said, as her eyes looked over every luscious curve of her body.
She stood back for a moment and her cheeks burned with a crimson luster and her eyes glittered like diamonds. She stood there posed, the tips of her breasts totally erect and she undulated her hips slightly as she moved closer to the young girl once more.'
She came closer to her, rubbing her own naked body against hers so that the nipples ot their breasts met crushing each other. She lowered herself onto the couch so that they lay side by side, their bodies touching at every vital point, their breasts, hips and thighs entwined, sensuously, temptingly, she ran her hands sensuously over her body, touching every sensitive area, pulling her buttocks gently apart and fingering the tight, elastic anus gingerly with one finger. Hesitantly she slid off the couch and dropped to her knees on the floor so that she was bending over the young girls trembling body and began to shower kisses on her young, full breasts, nibbling gently on the pert, erect nipples and then on her softly rounded stomach, letting her hands slowly separate her tightly closed thighs and began to kiss the soft, moistening flesh between her legs. She shuddered uncontrollably under her touch, every muscle in her body was tense with emotion and she had never felt quite so stimulated in her life. She groaned passionately as the woman's mouth searched out the tiny bud of her clitoris and sucked on it noisily and persistently, her tongue racing over her every part like a madwoman. She stirred and writhed in abandoned passion, moaning and gasping from the new and titillating sensations that were controlling her whole being.
"Oooohbhhhh, oohhhh," she groaned, unable to fight the unconventional love-making any longer, when suddenly the woman left her. She could hear the water running in the kitchen, but she kept her eyes closed and her own hands ran over her now neglected body.
"You're putting on quite a show, my dear," the landlord hissed, his own penis already limp from numerous orgasms, he had reached as he watched the obscene spectacle of his wife seducing their innocent young tenant.
"You were right she's quite a beauty, and I'm enjoying it immensely," she whispered thickly, kissing him fleetingly on the cheek and then went back into the living room.
When she came back she was wearing the false genitals, the penis standing out proudly, stiffly and the loose testicles were bloated and hung down heavily between her plump thighs.
She looked up confused, but in too much of a sensual frenzy to ask, when the woman volunteered, "Hot water . . . with baby oil, several pints of it to empty into you." What man could do that?"
She lay quite still on the couch, her thighs spreading wide and apart and her heart beating nervously, loudly as though she felt she would burst like a balloon. Her hips thrust upwards as if begging for the false prick to penetrate her immediately right to the very hilt.
The other woman lowered herself smoothly onto the couch, her hands exploring the voluptuous, supple flesh that was revealed before her, pinching sharply at her tender breasts and plucking at the sensitive, aching vaginal lips, forcing her thighs even wider apart and lifting one leg up so that it hooked over and balanced precariously on the back of the sofa. Her loins were open and vulnerable as never before as the lewdly grinning landlady knelt between her open thighs.
Her whole body was trembling at the expectation of what this huge, erect cudgel was about to do to her and her legs were shaking uncontrollably.
Slowly the woman adjusted her hips so that she would be at the proper angle above the quivering girl and began to aim the pseudo-phallus directly at the tiny slit of her vagina. The thick rubber prick slid into her cunt and went up easily in the well lubricated channel, bringing little gasps of pain and pleasure for the young girL She drew a long, rasping gasp from her throat.
"Oh yes . . . aaggggghlmhhhhhh . . . yes . . . yes," she moaned, bucking her hips upwards to receive its entire length, and tears of relief and joy began to run down her cheeks as she rocked and pushed up against the rubber cock.
The woman sunk into her fiercely, digging her fingers harshly into her hips and pulling her buttocks up off the couch with each thrust. Her hands searched every crevice and curve of her body, massaging, bruising beautifully, enticing and bringing her to her ultimate goal.
The fake penis was enormously long and thick and as she pushed it in to the very hilt it brought a new cry of pain from the girls lips.
"Uuuugggghhhh, ooohhhhhhh," she gasped suddenly, trying to lower her hips into the soft down of the couch to avoid the deepest impalement she had ever felt, but she couldn't get away from the relentlessly pursuing dildo. Pain shot up through her skewed loins and she wriggled helplessly under the thrusting woman. Her vagina was a mass of consuming flames and her breasts, her nipples erect and painful as if they were trying to burst free, as the woman ground deeper and harder into her.
She began to respond wildly as though she had never before been fucked in her life. The tight elastic ring of her vagina was being split and tom with each thrust and she writhed and turned to facilitate its gigantic entry. She would have promised anything, done anything just so the fierce, erotic penetration didn't stop. She would have sold her very soul, anything . . . anything!
"Don't stop . . . please . . . don't stop!" she groaned huskily, her voice thick and almost inaudible through her passion. Her own hands dug into the soft, rubbery flesh of the older woman, bringing her in close and harder with each and every violent thrust. It no longer bothered her that she was engaging in a lesbian relationship with this woman . . . the landlord's wife. The only thing that mattered was that the constant probing and thrusting of this stiff, huge cock did not stop. If it stopped she thought that she would die.
She could feel her climax coming on very quickly and she bucked and pushed upward violently, slithering the wet, clasping walls of her passion-driven pussy up tight over the firm hardness of the driving dildo and matching the older woman's passion and lust with her own. The persistent and determined rhythm was bringing her to a fever pitch.
"I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to cum . . . she groaned, her eyes with unbelieving delight.
"Cum . . . cum . . . now," the woman breathed down at her, increasing the speed and vehemence of each stroke, fucking Sarah as she had never been fucked before even by the sex-crazed guard at the prison.
"Oh yes . . . yes . . . NOW . . . NOW . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming!! ! she rasped, her legs and whole body trembling uncontrollably. Her voice died in a strangled mixture of a sob and sigh and then broke out in a high-pitched frenzied scream as her passion overflowed all bounds.
As she began the throes of her orgasm, the woman squeezed the fake, bloated balls of the genitals and the warm, oily water burst deep into the depths of her belly, saturating her, filling her till it overflowed in hot, warm spurts out around the still pistoning dildo. It was like the rush of the ocean's roar as she felt the liquid surge into the waiting, aching channel of her vagina until she was certain the whole of her belly would burst from the wild, delicious pleasure of the pseudo-semen.
When the last ounce of liquid had been emptied into her, the couch was soaked not only from the huge emission, but from the perspiration of the two women's bodies. They lay there, clinging together in a satiated oblivion when Mr. Peel, the landlady's husband, came out from the kitchen and stood there looking down at their naked bodies limb still entwined and exhausted, on the couch.
"You were marvelous . . . both of you. I enjoyed it immensely," he said, his voice causing her to start and look up in amazement, but unable to move.
He had not bothered to close his fly and his penis hung limp and lifeless as he spoke.
T can't tell you how much I enjoyed it," he repeated. "How very much."
Tears of humiliation, mixed with the tears of guilt and shame suddenly rolled down her cheeks and she turned her head to the cushion of the sofa and cried.
How low could she sink, God, how low could she sink? flickered through her tortured mind as she closed her eyes and pretended sleep. She couldn't bear to look at them now. Not after what she had done with that dirty old man watching every minute of it. She feigned sleep and then after what seemed an eternity later she felt the huge dildo withdraw wetly from between her legs.
"She's tired, poor dear. Let's leave and let her rest There'll be plenty of time for both of us to enjoy ourselves later," the landlady said with a maternal tone to her voice. "After all, she's no other place to go."
CHAPTER 8
For the next two days she kept herself secluded to the apartment, afraid to go out in case she would run into Mr. or Mrs. Peel. She couldn't bear the thought of their eyes meeting hers, knowingly, and she felt so degraded, so ashamed that she had let another woman, a lesbian, make love to her and that she had actually enjoyed it! She had felt alive, stimulated to a height that she had never reached before. It had gone against everything she had been taught, her whole background and way of Me. Things like that didn't happen to girls with her upbringing, it happened to girls who had been beaten or abused by their fathers and boyfriends, these were the girls who turned to other women for love. She couldn't face the realization that it had actually happened, much less come face to face with her seducers! She knew now that she would have to move if she were to avoid any encounter with them, but at the present time it was impossible. She had no where to go, no one to turn to and she just wouldn't go back to her parents . . . not for a million years. Their "I told you so's" would be much worse than any physical or mental punishment she had to endure right now.
She had just lolled around the apartment, waiting for some word, hoping for some sign that the prison break had been called off, but no call came, no message; and on Wednesday she knew that she would have to help the four convicts when they arrived at the apartment that night. All day long she was praying for some miracle, anything so she wouldn't have to get involved, that Steve had changed his mind and was going to take his chances, but she knew deep inside that it was already too late and that Steve, as well as she, would have to go through with it.
She remembered the day she had walked into the prison infirmary and seen Steve's head all bandaged and that had only been a "slight accident." The thought still sent chills down her spine. She had heard about cruelty, fights and murders inside of prisons, but had always taken it with a grain of salt, thinking that these things just didn't happen, it was just the dissatisfied, disgruntled prisoners propaganda, but now it was affecting her life and she was no longer so sure.
She was trying to busy herself with cleaning the apartment even though she had dusted and waxed it thoroughly every day that week, she couldn't just sit around and let her nerves get the best of her, she would need all the courage and nerve she could muster for that evening. She was sitting pensively, staring out the window at the damp, gray day and trying to remember the good times she and Steve had had, the laughter and happiness that had filled their home when she was startled by a knock at the door. For a moment she did nothing, debating whether or not to pretend she wasn't at home, then asked weakly, almost in an inaudible whisper, "Who's there? Just a minute."
"It's me!" a gruff voice answered, not saying who "me" was, but it wasn't necessary as she would recognize that hard, rough voice anywhere. It had haunted her for weeks, but she couldn't imagine what he was doing here in the middle of the week, in the middle of the afternoon.
The guard! It was too late, she had already spoken and he knew that she as inside, but all sorts of things were running through her imagination. Suppose he had gotten wind of the break and he was going to wait there for the escapees. What could she do, what on earth could she do?
"What do you want?" she asked hesitantly, still not unlocking the door.
"That's a hell of a way to greet an old friend," he replied, slightly laughing. "I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to see you a minute."
"Well, I'm not dressed, you'll have to wait a moment," she said, trying to stall for time until she could think more clearly.
"Well, that's a switch, I'll see you with your clothes on for a change," he said, a malicious tone to his voice.
She waited about five minutes then opened the door slowly, not unlatching the chain so that she could see out, but he could not get in.
"Are you going to let me stand out here all day, or am I going to have to break that chain," he said demandingly, "No . . . no," she faltered. "I just wasn't sure it was really you," trying to sound convincing.
She opened the door and he walked into the apartment, looking around as though he were taking notes.
"You keep a nice, neat house," he said appraising the furniture and noting the highly polished floors.
"Thanks," she said sarcastically. "Is that what you came for, to give me your good housekeeping seal of approval?"
"Don't get smart, young lady. You know better than that," he said, laughing and harshly pinching her full, rounded buttocks.
"Why aren't you at the prison this afternoon," she asked hesitantly, almost afraid to hear his answer.
"The warden sent me into town to pick up some things for the infirmary and I thought that as long as I had an hour or so to kill I'd drop over and say hello . . . maybe for a quickie," he replied, laughing at the apprehensive look on her face.
"I'm afraid that's impossible. You see, I'm expecting some of the neighbors over for a bridge game in about a half an hour, so you'll have to leave by then," she said, hoping that he would not catch the nervous crackle in her voice.
"I was just kidding anyway," he said. "Just trying to get a reaction out of you! Actually you left these at the cabin," he continued, holding out a pair of earrings, earrings that Steve had given her for Christmas. She hadn't even missed them and they were her favorites! She must have been in a complete catatonic state for the past few days.
"Thank you . . , thank you very much. That was very thoughtful, but you could have waited until Sunday to give them to me!" she said.
"I wanted to see if you stay as beautiful during the week as you look when you come to see that husband of yours on Sunday," he said. "And you do, I might add."
He grabbed her roughly and held her close to him for just a moment and then released her.
"I'd better go," he said abruptly and walked to the door. "I'll look forward to seeing you on Sunday for our usual visit!" then he left, closing the door behind him.
She sat down and stared at the door, wondering if that was the only reason he had come over, or whether or not he was checking to see if there were any signs that she was preparing for the escapees that evening. It he had noticed anything, he had said nothing, so she tried to put it out of her mind.
About eight that night the phone rang and a rough voice asked, "Is this Jackson's old lady?"
"This is Mrs. Jackson," she replied, knowing full well who was on the other end.
"Well, we've had a flat about a mile from you. Come out and pick us up . . . and hurry, we can't afford to be seen and this cuts into our getaway time . . . so get a move on." She trembled at the tone of his voice, but then she really didn't expect them to be polite. After all, these men were hardened criminals, third-timers as Steve had put it and this was not going to be a Sunday School picnic.
Hurriedly she threw a sweater over her shoulders and ran next door to her neighbors and asked if she could please borrow their car for about a half an hour. She explained that some friends of hers had arrived in town and they were lost, so she was going to pick them up.
Minutes later she was speeding down the highway to the spot where the men said they were stranded when she spotted the gray and white laundry truck and the four men standing by the side of the road. She slowed to a stop and they piled in, not even bothering to return the lug wrench to the truck.
"Thanks," one of the men mumbled, looking nervously to the side and in back to see if she had been followed. Satisfied that she was alone he said, "Okay, baby, take us home!" All the men laughed maliciously and Cole, who had slid in the seat next to her was giving her the once over with his eyes and his hand closed around her knee, squeezing it roughly.
"You're a good girl, Steve was right," he said. "Quite a body on you, too!" I hadn't noticed all those curves last Sunday!"
She moved her knee and he let his hand fall on the seat next to her and laughed.
"Don't get nervous, baby, we're going to have a few hours together so we may as well be friendly."
The eyes of all four men were glued on her as she drove through the winding streets to her apartment. She could see them watching her, guardedly, lustfully, as she glanced in the rear view mirror and it made her feel uncomfortable.
Oh god, she thought, why did Steve get me into this. I don't like the way they are looking at me. I know there is going to be trouble I She tried to remain clam so that they would not sense her wariness, but her hands were shaking as she turned into the garage of the apartment building.
Once upstairs, the men wandered through the apartment, opening closets, checking the blinds, the telephone and the refrigerator. She had made a plate of cold chicken which they gulped down greedily and helped themselves to some beer.
"Nothing like home," one of the men said, a boy actually, who looked no more than twenty. He seemed too young to be such a hardened criminal, she thought.
"The clothes are laid out in the bedroom," she said, pointing to the door that led to the room, "and I've put your can goods and other food in a carton in the kitchen."
"Thanks," they all said in unison, wolfing down the last of the chicken and finishing their beers.
She went into the living room while the men congregated in the kitchen so that they could discuss their plans. She didn't want to know anything about where they were headed, what they were going to do, just in case she would be discovered and questioned at some later date. They stayed in there for almost an hour and she was getting nervous so she tiptoed quietly to the door and listened to see if they had finished their conversation, when the door opened abruptly, almost hitting her in the head.
"Oh . . . sorry," she stammered. "I was just going to see if you needed anything else."
She was face to face with Cole, his steel-cold eyes scouring her body, and he licked his lips in obvious appreciation.
"Not right now, baby," he said, "except maybe a nice hot shower. Where's the bath?"
She pointed to a door just off the bedroom and said, "In through there, I'll get you some towels and shaving gear. I'm sure Steve must have left some around here somewhere."
Nonchalantly he walked to the bathroom, removing his prison shirt as he crossed the living room, revealing his hard-muscled back and shoulders. His arms were huge and strong looking, the muscles rippling as he walked, almost like the thick sinewy muscles of a wild cat on the prowl.
She found herself staring at him momentarily, admiring his strong, healthy looking body.
"You don't seem a bit nervous about breaking out of prison," she called to him.
"We've had this planned for some time and thanks to your husband we could finally pull it off. Doubt if they will even miss us for at least a few more hours and by then we'll be far away if everything goes right. If not, we'll just have to wait here until we hear from our outside contact. You don't mind, do you, sweetie?" he replied.
Her heart was in her stomach. Suppose they had to spend the night? What would she do? She hadn't bargained for this possibility, but she couldn't force them to leave! She went into the kitchen and spoke briefly to the other three men who were still sitting around the table, looking through the refrigerator and just making themselves at home. Their ages varied, but the same look of hardness and cruelty shone in all their eyes. These are not men, she found herself thinking, these are animals who just think they are men, and she shuddered at the thought of their being loose in the world to undoubtedly prey on innocent people again.
When she came in the room, the men just sat there, staring at her, not speaking, and she had never felt more uncomfortable in her life.
She stood there for a moment and then went back into the living room, knowing that they would continue their conversation as soon as she was out of listening distance. She was nervous, but was trying her best not to show it. She had felt their eyes watching her, running over every curve of her body, sizing her up, undressing her mentally, and she knew that these men had been deprived of women for an unnatural length of time and she didn't trust them, but she couldn't very well lock herself in some room without being obvious and this may only increase their desire for her. There was no denying, not to herself, that they would have loved to take her, but for the moment something was holding them back. She just wished that they would make their contact and leave so that her life could get back to normal
She sat there alone waiting for something, anything, to take place, when she heard the bathroom door open and Cole walked into the living room dressed only in a towel that barely covered his hips. His legs were solid muscle as was his barrel chest and covered with a matte of thick coarse black hair. He was attractive in an animal sort of way and it was obvious that he was well aware of his appeal to women. He strutted across the room and stood directly in front of her. She tried to keep her eyes on the floor, but he said, "Well now, don't tell me I'm embarrassing you."
"No, no . . . that's all right. I was just a little surprised when you came in, that's all," she stammered.
"Well, if you want me. I'll be back in the kitchen," he said laughingly, knowing that she had caught the double entendre of his statement.
She could feel the color rush to her face as he walked to the other room.
She went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed, trying to sleep, hoping that when she awoke they would be gone, disappear like a bad dream. She didn't like the feeling she got when the one called Cole was around.
* * *
"God, I almost feel human," Cole said, sitting at the table with the other men.
"What are you trying to do, man," one of the others asked. "Turn on the little lady!"
They all laughed and then fell silent and just looked from one to the other.
"That's not a bad idea," the youngest of the group said. "Man, I'd like to shove it up between those two long slim legs of hers. It's been a long time."
No one said anything for several moments, but it was obvious through their silence that they were all thinking the same thing.
"Just think of it this way," the young one continued "She's been without her old man for some time now and I bet she'd give a lot to have a bunch of studs like us have a turn with her. We'd be doing her a favor!" They all laughed, trying to disguise the erotic and lustful thoughts that were running through each of their minds at that moment. Each one had his own ideas as to what they should do, each had their private reverie.
Carlos, a rough looking Mexican, said, "Man, I remember one time we had a bunch of guys and just one chick. Boy, what a gas."
"Well, what about it," Cole demanded, the others all as intent to hear about it as he was.
"When I was living in Juarez, just before I busted, the gang I was traveling with sort of kidnapped one of the young divorcees that come own there for heir quickee divorces. We told her we were gonna show her the sights and, man did we have a time."
"Go on," they all said; their interest obviously aroused. "What did ya do to her?"
"Well," he began, "we took her to this little club we have there, stripped her and tied her spread-eagle to this rotating-type poker table so that her legs were back over her head and her pussy was hanging over the edge. Each of us took a turn at her like that. We kept spinning the table until none of us could handle anymore for awhile." His face was lit up with delight as he remembered the scene and he could feel a hard bulge, pulsing against the tightness of his pants.
"God," he continued, "was that chick scared. Don't think that any man other than her husband had ever touched her, and he must not have been much of a stud. Her little pussy was tight as a drum!"
All the men's eyes were glittering like animals in heat, ready to pounce on the first female they could find, and Cole's towel was obviously tilted by his manhood as his desire began to build. ins
"I don't know how many times we fucked her like that, but, man, she was really screaming for mercy by the time we stopped for a breather," he said.
"Christ," Cole said. "That must have been one hell of a party!" He rubbed his thighs in anticipation of what the Mexican would say next.
"We let her recuperate for a little while then turned her over on the table and tied her spread-eagle with her face down so that her chin hung right over the edge. One of the guys fucked her in the mouth while the rest of us took turns ass-fucking her dog-style." His face was flushed as he described the intimate details to the rest of the group. "I know that not one had ever been in her like that before, because she tried to scream when the first one went in her and damn near caused her to bit off the poor joker's cock that was in her mouth." He laughed lightly remembering the incident. "Anyway, when we had all taken turns on her again, she was so wild from being fucked by so any guys that she was just about crazy." He seemed to delight in the fact that they had tortured her into such a state and showed no sympathy for her at all.
"She probably just wanted to get a little piece while she was there, just to celebrate that she was no longer married, but brother, did we ever take care of her!" He continued, "Most of us were pretty beat ourselves by then, but a couple or three of the guys still wanted more. She was such a hell cat and full of fight that just looking at her, tied there helplessly was enough to excite anyone, as they decided they was all gonna fuck at the same time."
"How in the hell did they do that," the youngest one asked, his eyes bulging wide in excitement.
"Well, man, it took some figuring out to see who was going where, but they did it." The Mexican smiled secretly, enjoying the story he was weaving so effectively to the other men.
"We believe ya, man, but how did they do it," Cole chimed in.
"Well," the Mexican started slowly. "One of the guys got on his back with his cock standing straight up in the air and the other two guys picked the gal up and made her sit down on it. Man, you guys should a heard her yell when they stretched that tight little ass-hole own over that guy's cock. She was going out of her mind trying to get up off it, but they held her down and made her lie down backwards on the guy's chest. The next guy grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs open and just jumped down on top of her and rammed his cock in her cunt."
All the men's eyes were wide now with the tale tae Mexican was telling and they egged him on as their breathes became sharper and more pronounced. More than one mind nad turned already to the young innocent wife of their fellow convict who was so close in the next room.
"And then, man, they started fucking that little bitch like I've never seen anyone get fucked before. They were ramming it in and outta her at the same time and I thought they was gonna split her wide open. But," he paused for a moment, to make his next statement more effective. "You guys know what that little bitch did then, just when I thought she was gonna drop dead?"
"No, man, what'd she do?" the youngest asked breathlessly, his excitement growing more uncontrollable by the moment.
"Man, she went off her rocker and started screamin' for it. Man, 'fuck my ass, fuck my cunt.' Man everything. She just went nuts."
"So that's only two guys, what about the third. What did he do?" one of the other men asked.
"I'm getting to that . . . hold on a minute," Carlos said.
"The third guy was kneeling down over her face and made her suck him off. That was a sight, all three going at her at the same time and she couldn't do mother fuck about it."
"Well, there's four of us," Cole said, and personally, I'd Uke to take her by myself. I've got plans of my own for that little lady. You guys can watch if you want and then get your kicks, but I'm going in there now and work her up a little bit."
The other men just looked at him, but didn't question him and his authority. He had been the one to plan the break and if he wanted to go first, they wouldn't argue. After all, they were all going to get their turns, they'd just have to wait for a little bit. This would be the most difficult thing as they were all worked up to a fever pitch and the waiting would be unbearable, especially knowing that someone was already in there, screwing her!
CHAPTER Q
Sarah lay quietly and unsuspectingly in the bedroom, hoping that the men would leave. She didn't like their being in the apartment too long for fear that their break would be discovered and the police would come looking for them. She still wasn't sure whether or not the guard had actually come there to return her earrings or whether he was checking out the apartment because he had gotten wind of the break. The whole situation made her nervous and she didn't like it. She stared at the ceiling trying to think of what would happen if they were caught and if her husband were implicated, but it depressed her. Steve had tried too hard to make the best of things and now when his appeal would be coming up, she couldn't bear the thought of his losing his chance for a new life. Also, she didn't like the idea at all of being the only woman in the apartment with these cruel, hard men. She had sensed their eyes shinning over every inch of her body when they thought she hadn't been looking, and, sometimes when they knew she had been. Particularly the one named, Cole, She knew they had just as soon rape her as look at her and she just couldn't stand doing it with people that might get it back to Steve. It was bad enough having to spread her legs for the three people who now had her in their power but doing it with these others would just be too much. She just wouldn't be able to stand it. She was still deep in thought some minutes later when the bedroom door opened slightly and she could see Cole standing here looking at her.
"What do you want," she asked, trying to avert his icy stare.
"You . . . you, baby," he said, laughing hoarsely.
"You can't be serious. If you lay a hand on me I'll make sure Steve tells the warden all he knows about your break and don't think I won't!" she threatened, knowing that their desire for freedom was greater than their desire for her.
"You wouldn't do that now, baby, and spoil all his lovely chances for an appeal. You're too smart a girl for that trick." he said, leering down at her curvaceous body sprawled out on the bed.
"Oh yes I would . . . so don't you try it," she replied, trying to make her voice sound convincing and scare him, but it wasn't working and she knew it.
He came over to the bed and sat down, his hands reaching out and slowly touching her full, ripe breasts. She cringed away from his touch, t wiggling over to the edge of the bed and away from his grasp, but it was no good. His other hand reached up and grabbed her wrists so that she couldn't move and then he shouted to the men in the kitchen.
"Bring some rope, she's gonna fight and I'm afraid that we'll have to offer some inducement to get that little ass moving."
Sarah couldn't believe what she had heard and jumped up and ran to the other end of the room, but there was no place for her to go except the bathroom and they would get her there too.
Cole was standing in front of the door, guarding it like a watchdog and his eyes followed her as she glanced furtively around the room looking for someway to get out of there and out of the apartment. She noticed the obvious bulge of his penis, erect and pulsing as it jutted out from underneath the towel he had on, and he grinned as he saw her shocked expression as her eyes locked on his genitals.
"You're going to like it, baby." he mocked, "just you wait and see. It's been a long time without a woman and I'm sure that I still remember how to please one, though," he said.
In a few moments the other three men came into the room carrying a long piece of clothesline rope and circled her while Cole just stood there laughing.
"Tie her to the bed," he commanded.
Suddenly there were six hands all reaching for her, grabbing her, pinching her and pushing her toward the bed. She wanted to scream, but the sounds stuck in her throat from her fear.
"God, what a body," Carlos muttered, his breathe thick with passion as he grabbed one of her full ripe breasts roughly and squeezed it. "You'd better make it fast, Cole, I'm not sure I want to wait for this little piece."
It didn't take them more than a few seconds before they had her completely stripped of her clothes, just ripping them off her body, not bothering with the buttons and clasps, and had her tied spread-eagle on her back, her wrists secured to the bed posts and her legs tied to each bed pole at the bottom. She lay there completely helpless and vulnerable as she stared up at the four men who were about to rape her.
"God no . . . " She said in a half whisper and shut her eyes, trying to block out their images, but their leering, lustful grins remained imprinted on her retina.
"Okay you guys . . . OUT!" Cole commanded, and the three men filed out of the room reluctant-
He moved back to the oed, dropping his towel as he crossed the room, posing in front of her like a stud horse, proud of his carriage and his male-ness. His thick long penis bobbed up against his belly, like a snake about to strike and she cringed, not wanting to look at him, but fascinated at the same time by his crude, masculine arrogance.
He reached out and pinched the full, pink nipples of one breast, savoring every inch of what he found so helplessly exposed to his sexual whims. She struggled against his hateful caress, but the ropes held her fast and she was at his mercy.
He laughed, his eyes clouded with passion and sensual greed as he stared at every curve and inch of exposed flesh that lay before him.
"Go on, fight . . . it's not going to do you any good, you know that," he said wickedly.
She lay completely still, just waiting for his next move, but his only seemed to infuriate him more and rouse his passion.
"You're going to wish you would have done this voluntarily," he barked at her. "You had the chance, now you're going to be sorry!"
She didn't know what to think or what to do. She couldn't struggle without the ropes biting into her wrists and ankles, but she couldn't just lie there and let this awful man run his hands over her body without putting up some sort of resistance.
His eyes were beginning to harden, glared with excitement and anticipation as he closed his mouth wetly over her breast and sucked and bit painfully at the tender, pink bud of her nipple.
His tongue flicked over the nipple as if defying it not to harden under his lustful, degrading touch. He continued until both of her breasts were teased into involuntary, prickling hardness on top of the soft, full mounds. She could feel a chill run through her body as she fought to control her reaction, but it was useless.
She closed her eyes again, trying to fight off the hatred of what he was doing, the humiliation and indignities he was forcing upon her tightly bound body.
He kneaded and massaged her breasts relentlessly until her body was driven almost crazy by the animal force keep within her and she could feel a sudden tightening down between her thighs.
His mouth sucked greedily at the soft swells, engulfing all he could hold in his mouth, straining the hardened nipples, and pulling at the awakened flesh until she began to squirm sensuously under his touch.
His hands roamed over the curves of her hips while he continued his sensual mouthing of her breasts, running down over the narrowness of her waist and gripping the rounded bulge of her buttocks, kneading and massaging cruelly, sending tremors of desire through her writhing body. He knew every vital spot, a deliberate fondling that drove her into a wanton frenzy. She bucked against the ropes that held her, but she couldn't tear herself loose.
"Ooohhhhhhhh," she moaned as his fingers began to massage the soft flesh of her inner thigh and slowly, painstakingly work their way up to the soft curls of pubic hair between her legs and search for the tiny, sensitive bud of her clitoris. His finger triggered a lustful response from her as he probed and prodded, playing teasingly with the soft pink lips of her vagina. She rolled back and forth on the bed, no longer trying to fight the flood of desire that was tearing through her body and making her belly ache with desire.
"Yes, baby," he hissed, "you like it, don't you. Tell me you like it!" he hissed, knowing that his expert fingers had stimulated her to a point of no return.
"Ohhhh yessss . . . yessss." She whimpered, her whole body suddenly aflame with a lewdly kindled desire.
His index finger began to probe through the thin hair-lined folds of flesh that guarded her vagina and rubbed slowly, tantalizingly against the soft, spongy walls of the smooth, wet channel. It no longer mattered to her that the man who was sending the waves of lustful desire through her body was a criminal, a hardened outcast of society, the only thing that mattered now was that he was making her feel like a complete and total woman, generating pleasure and a painful lust that needed to be satisfied.
She could feel his iron hard prick jerk against her thighs and she wanted him to be inside her.
"You want it don't you . . . well, beg me for it!" he rasped, hardly able to talk through his own passion.
He rocked back on his knees so that she could see his giant manhood throbbing over her and she wanted to scream, to tell him to cut the ropes so that she could take it in her hands, in her mouth! He wanted to rape her, but she wanted him so desperately that it was no longer rape . . . she wanted him!
His eyes scoured every inch of her body as it twisted back and forth on the bed, wanting to be free, free to grasp him to her, take him inside her, but she was thwarted; He was so aroused by his own passion that he didn't notice the look of desire and lust in her eyes as they beseeched him to cut her free, yet she couldn't bring herself to plead with him. His body fell on top of hers and she shuddered with anticipation, hungering for him . . . wanting him, and she arched her hips so that he could take her.
He aimed his huge, thick rod at the tiny slit of her vagina, prodding slowly at first so that she thought she would go out of her mind.
Give me all of it, her mind and body screamed, but she just tried to force her hips up further against him, trying to force him completely into her.
He sensed her desire, but he was enjoying this little bit of sadism as she waited, moaning, wanting him and he wasn't going to let her have it all at once.
"Just a little, baby . . . do you want more?" he said teasingly.
Her body ached so much with desire that it no longer mattered what she said or did, she had to have him!"
"Yes . . . for god's sake . . . YES. Fuck me . . . fuck me now . . . I can't stand it anymore!" she groaned, wiggling her hips like a mad woman.
With one mighty thrust he was deep inside her and she could feel the walls of her vagina close around his massive staff as he wormed his way inside her, in up to the very hilt. He rocked back and forth on her as she raised and lowered her hips, the two of them locked wetly together in camal lust, nothing else mattering, no one caring.
"Fuck me harder . . . harder . . . " she muttered between tightly clenched teeth, wishing that her limbs were free so that she could wrap her legs around his waist and pull him in deeper, but it was already too late for that.
The springs of the bed seemed as though they would give out at any moment from their animal display of passion, but she would feel herself being screwed deep into the mattress and she was about to cum.
"I'm ready . . . I'm dimming . . . dimming . . , aaaggghhhhhhhh." she moaned, tears of satisfaction running down her cheeks. "Oh yes . . . like that.. . I'm cumming!"
She could feel his soft, hair-covered testicles, swaying against the inside of her flexing thighs and she could sense that he was about to join her in her frenzied climax.
"Here it comes . . . here it is . . . " he choked. "I'm going to pump you full, baby, until it comes out your tits."
The rubbery walls of her vagina closed around the thickness of his prick sucking at it desperately as he jerked out his final climax, his penis throbbing angrily inside her, shooting his hot sperm deep into her belly.
"Oh yes," she groaned, "I can feel it I can feel it! Give it to me! Give me all of it!"
When he slumped in exhaustion over her she could hear the door of the bedroom open slightly and she saw the other three men leering down at her, just waiting for him to get up so that they could have their turn at her.
He stirred slightly as Carlos said. "Okay, you've had your jollies, now it's our turn, and we have quite a little party planned."
Reluctantly, Cole moved off of her passionate, but satiated body so that the others could have their turn.
"Oh no . . . " she said, the works barely audible. T can't take anymore . . . please, no more," but they just looked down at her and laughed.
Cole walked from the bedroom into the bath-room and she could hear the shower start to run as one of the other men bent down on the bed beside her, his knees straddling her shoulders, and his fat, hard penis fully erect and bobbing up and down just over her head.
He grinned down at her, lowering his body so that his penis just touched her chin and his hands closed on either side of her face and his fingers forced open her tightly clenched mouth.
"Take it, baby . . . take it and suck it good," he commanded.
She felt weak and nauseous, but she knew that they were not done with her and she wondered what other atrocities they had in store for her. He pushed his hips down toward her face and she could feel his loose-hanging balls jiggle against her chin as he pushed his thick, erect staff deep into her throat with one powerful thrust pressing in until she thought she would choke.
He pushed in and out with a steady rhythm, never once taking his rod fully out of her mouth so that she could catch her breathe. She tried to swallow, but her tongue was being pressed down against her teeth so it made it impossible for her to do anything, but hope that he would soon reach a climax and stop this horrible rape of her mouth. The other two men were staring at the sensual spectacle, both fully erect and ready to take her also. They watched as he sawed back and forth in her, driving his thick, hard penis deeper and deeper in her throat until she began to turn purple.
"Better give her some air, Mac," Carlos said, laughingly. "We want her alive for the rest of the party."
Slowly, reluctantly Mac drew his still stiff rod out of her mouth and she drew in a huge gulp of air and her lungs heaved at this final relief, but as soon as she began to breathe more normally, he pushed into her again, this time, rocking out his wanton climax.
"Suck it, baby, suck it good, "he ordered her through his passion filled breath.
"Get it all . . . that's it," as she swallowed the acrid, warm tasting semen as it shot in great gushing spasms down her throat and into her gullet.
She fought back the desire to sick, and rolled her head to the side to avoid the last drops of semen as they fell from his now flaccid prick as he pulled out of her mouth.
Almost before he had finished she could feel another pair of hands running up the tense, slight muscles of her calves and thighs, pinching and probing at the soft tender flesh of her loins, teasing and hurting at the same time. As Mac fell off of her and rolled to one side of the bed, the other pair of hands began to knead and massage her sore, tender breasts almost immediately.
"God, it's been so long since I've felt a woman," she heard one of them say, but she couldn't look to see which one of the men had spoken, she felt too ashamed, too degraded that tins was happening her.
She wished that she could drift into an unconsciousness so that she would not have to feel their probing hands, humiliating her, using her as they wanted, raping her, but each time they pinched or prodded, it brought her back to the stark realization that she was theirs to use and that they would show her no mercy.
CHAPTER 10
She just lay there, numb and unthinking, afraid to think what they were going to do to her this time. It was bad enough that she had already been raped by Cole, but she knew that Carlos and Mac and the other man were going to show her no mercy and that it would much worse. Their eyes were hard and cruel as they stared down at her as though she were a cow about to be auctioned to the highest bidder. They all had an impatient, lustful air surrounding them as if they would challenge each other to see who would do what to her. It frightened her and silent tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked back up at their leering faces. She wished that she could die, anything . . . rather than endure the torment of these lust-fed men. Anything would have been a pleasure in view of the fate they had in store for her. Her body ached from the ropes that were binding her, and even though she was shaking from fear inside, her outward appearance was completely still.
"You know", Carlos said, finally breaking their icy silence. Td like to give that combination fuck to her I just get done tellin' you guys about. That way we can all have her at the same time and nobody won't have to wait!"
The other two men looked at him fascinated and then back down at their helpless prey, grinning sadistically.
"How's that?" Mac asked.
"Well, it's going to take a bit of imagination and manipulation, but the way I understand it, she has to straddle one guy, sit down on his cock. When she's mounted, this guy can pull her forward and the other guy can take her from behind. God, that'll be a tight pussy if she's got one up her ass too!"
"It doesn't sound easy, but we can try it. What about the third guy. None of us is in any shape to sit back and just watch while the other two fuck her so who's going to be let out?" Mac asked.
"The third guy can get a blow job. I guess we could work it out that way. Sound fair enough?" Carlos answered.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing, the things they were going to make her do. She thought that it would be impossible and that they would have to reconsider, but in a few minutes her hopes were shattered.
The three men were standing around her, their huge penises standing out from their bodies as if they were saluting. The scene was almost comical, but she knew that their intentions were far from humorous.
"We'll have to cut her loose if we're going to try to fuck her your way," Mac said. "It'd be impossible to even get to her with her tide up like this. Hand me a knife and I'll cut her loose!"
With two swift cuts the ropes that were holding her hands were free and she could feel the blood begin to circulate back into her hands and she rubbed them briskly trying to get rid of the pain.
She could feel Mac's rough hands sliding down over her shoulders, caressing the soft skin, and his breath felt hot and labored as he breathed down on her about an inch from her breasts. Her nipples were already sore from Cole's passionate love-making and she felt as though they would be torn from her body if someone else touched her, so she bit her Up to keep from crying out as she felt his wet, hot mouth cover the sensitive, full mound of one breast and suck voraciously at the tiny, pink nipple. He caressed her neck, sliding his hands off the curve of her shoulders, holding her firmly against the mattress while he continued his mouthing of her breasts. She felt as though he was sucking the very energy and life's blood from her, taking all of her strength into his mouth, leaving her completely helpless and flaccid. She couldn't look at this giant leach that had attached himself to her breast, the humiliation was overwhelming, too much for her to bear.
Suddenly there were more hands fondling her, teasing her and she felt the ropes that had been tying her ankles finally cut free and two more calloused hands running up the firm curve of her calves, massaging the soft skin with more insistence as they moved further up on her legs. She tried to tense her muscles so that his fingers could not dig in so cruelly, bruising her flesh, and he could sense her tenseness and this only excited him more. He knew that his cock would explode shortly whether or not he was inside her. He could feel the heat building up in his loins, and his penis was throbbing and jerking uncontrollably as he inched his way up to the soft bulge of flesh of her inner thigh. He let his fingers manipulate the tender folds of skin that were protecting her vaginal passage and he could feel the dampness of her from the previous lovemaking.
"Hey, let's get on with it before I cum before we even get to her," Carlos said, interrupting the other two men's attention to the girl.
"Get up!" he commanded, looking lustfully at her. His voice was slightly shaking with passion and desire, but it was a command that you would give an animal, not one of human desire!
She slowly opened her eyes and as the men reluctantly stood back so that she could get up, she got to her feet, trying to hide her naked body with her hands. The three men grinned at her and she knew that her efforts to be modest were really fruitless. After all, they had seen her tied, spread-eagle to the bed and there was nothing that they had not already seen, so she let her hands drop to her side as she stood there shaking.
Carlos grabbed at her, pulling her roughly to him and biting the back of her neck so hard that she cried out in pain. His urgency was obvious as she could feel the hot, pulsing rod of his penis jerking up at her as he held her close to him. He was uncontrollable, hot with lust and she knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before all three men were tearing at her and into her like vultures after a dying animal lying helpless on the sand.
"Come on, Carlos," the other two men said in unison. "Let go of her so we can get in on the fun too. Remember, this was to be a three-way party."
Reluctantly Carlos released the girl from his grip and immediately the other two pairs of hands reached out for her, grabbing at her breasts, her buttocks, mauling her mercilessly. She could feel the heat of their bodies as they closed in around her. Staring and grabbing, pinching every inch of soft flesh they could reach.
She could feel the steel-like heads of three penises as the men closed in around her, and she shuddered at the invasion of their fingers, prodding at every orifice of her weakened body.
"This isn't working too good," one of the men said.
"Yeah," the other echoed.
"Well, if you would all stop grabbing her long enough to get her down on the bed, we'd be able to get to it!" Carlos answered.
"Come on, baby," they commanded, dragging her back to the bed while they bartered as to which one would get into her first.
They hurled her backwards onto the bed so that she bounced, her breasts shaking like soft, quivering jelly as she hit the springs, completely helpless, like a rag doll.
Carlos fell to his knees at the foot of the bed and said, "I don't know about you guys, but I want to see just what she has to offer us before I sample this little morsel!" He quickly grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs out almost at a 45 degree angle and peered into the vee of her loins.
She clenched her fists and closed her eyes tightly, knowing that he was about to attack her most vulnerable point and trigger the animal passion that was hidden inside her. She tried to steel herself against his attack, but she knew that once his mouth found its way to her hardened clitoris, she would no longer be able to remain passive.
The two men watched as Carlos' mouth moved between the girl's legs, teasing and tantalizing her thighs with long, wet kisses as he moved closer and closer to the tiny slit of her vagina.
"Ohhhhhhh, NOOOOO," she moaned, "Please don't." But her cries were weak and choked.
He had spread her legs wide enough so that the two men who were watching could see the soft, pink edges of her pussy as he pulled the small, red lips apart with his fingers and probed it with the thick point of his tongue.
The other two men were panting with excitement as they watched Carlos work the girl over, getting her ready for their ultimate rape, and hard as she tried not to, she began to feel the juices of her own passion begin to build as he continued his sensual mouthing of her channel.
"She's getting hot," Mac groaned, as he watched her hips begin to grin up toward the searching tongue of Carlos. "God, she's getting hot!"
They watched the expertise maneuvering while he drove her insane with his mouthing. It was unbelievable the control that he was showing, the other men knew that they would have cum by now, in fact, they were about to explode just watching, but he continued to work at her, sucking and pulling persistently at the tender lips of her vagina.
She moved under his demanding mouth, fighting back the spasms that were racking her tortured and aching body, but her contractions were coming faster and faster and she knew that she wanted these men to take her. She wanted to be fucked, fucked by all of them, drowned beneath them until they could quench the fire that was burning deep in her open loins.
"Oooooooohhh, yes . . . yesss . . . " she choked out without realizing what she was saying. She was aware of nothing but the thrill and passion that was controlling her whole body, making her into the animal that they wanted, desirous and unfulfilled.
Carlos knew that she was about to cum, but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of bringing her to the ultimate without letting the others have their fun too, so he stopped his teasing abruptly, just as she was about to jerk out her final spasms of orgasm.
"Why the hell did you stop," Mac demanded. "She was about to cum, you fool!"
"I thought you guys might like to be in on the finale. I was trying to hold her off so that we could all enjoy it!" he answered, pulling himself back onto his feet.
She lay back, her breathing racked with lust and unfulfilled desire, writhing her hips upward on the bed as she arched her back, awaiting for him to continue or for someone to take her.
"Don't stop . . . not now . . . I can't take it . . . please . . . please," she gasped, beseeching the three men who stood above her laughing at her frustrated visage, her body tom hopelessly between desire and fear.
"How's the best way to go about this," Mac asked, sweat rolling down his body from anticipation.
The three naked men stood there as if they were about to draw straws to see who would go first, but not saying anything.
"Well, Mac has the biggest cock and if he gets in her first there won't be room for another one!" Carlos said, glancing down at Mac's huge, throbbing organ as it jutted out menacingly from his hairy belly. "So why don't we fuck her from behind and Mac can wrap her lips around it in front Fair enough?"
Mac nodded, not really caring how he got it, as long as he could ease the painful erection between his legs. He just wanted to get busy and get at herl
Carlos then moved into position on the bed, pushing her aside so that he could lie flat on his back, his massive organ jutting straight up in the air. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him saying.
"Sit on it, baby! Get on there!"
Numbly she responded to his pushes and moved her body over his loins so that she was kneeling over him, her legs spread wide over his pulsing manhood. He grew impatient at her slow movements and grabbed her knees roughly, pulling them close in to this sides while Mac pushed down on her shoulders so that she would slide down onto his hardened prick. She tried to obliterate the picture of these three men from her mind and pretend that it was her Steve who was asking her to mount him and her body relaxed somewhat.
But with a sudden pull downward, the convict shoved his massive cock deep into the soft, parted, lips of her vagina, impaling her to the hilt with the first thrust. The two men licked their lips in anticipation as they watched his penis disappear into her waiting channel. He moved her up and down a few times, watching his own penis disappear and pull out of her hot, moist cavity.
He looked up at her face, her eyes were closed and she bit harshly into her lower hp until he could spot a slight trickle of blood ooze from her mouth. He smiled up at the two others and said.
"Just wait. When we all get in her she'll be begging for more. There's only one way to get a woman to submit to you and that's screw her. Screw her properly and she'll come back on her knees, begging you for more of it!"
As he manipulated her body up and down on his prick, she could feel the sensation building up in her again, the sensation that had been frustrated when Carlos had stopped his mouthing of her vagina. Once more, she knew that she had lost her battle for self-control and that she was completely at their mercy, and willing to do whatever they would ask of her as long as they satisfied that gnawing, burning passion that was raging again out of control through her loins.
She rocked back and forth on the rock-hard staff of his penis, trying to savor every inch of the stiff flesh prodding deep up inside her belly. Then, she felt herself being pushed forward and Carlos grabbed her shoulders, pulling her breasts flat down against his chest. She could feel the head of his penis inside her as it pushed toward the back of her vagina as she bent forward on all fours over him and was held there by the strength of his arms. She could feel another body move up behind her naked, exposed buttocks, as his hot breath beat on the back of her neck. She felt the prodding of another penis, forcing its way into her anal opening that had already been stretched wide by Carlos and she knew that her kneeling position left her open and vulnerable to this dual attack against her vagina and anus. Just as the other man was about to enter her, forcing his prick in just above Carlos, Mac grabbed her mouth and kissed her fiercely, his tongue delving deep into the depths of her throat and she sucked wantonly at this new intrusion. Shamelessly, she felt the second penis, hard and demanding, slowly force its way into the soft confines of her rectum and she rocked back and forth on the two penises that were filling her, stretching her, every inch of her white quivering belly gorged with hard, erect manhood.
"Oooooh God!" he gasped around the tongue in her mouth.
She tried to rest her arms on the side of the bed to get more leverage, never having felt such rapacious sensation before . . . two men inside of her at once. She felt like she was one huge open cunt, able to take on as many men as could enter her.
"Aaagggghhhhhh, ooohhhhhh," she moaned, feeling the hungry throb of their thrusting organs in every inch of her belly.
"Yessss . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . " she pleaded shamelessly again, enjoying this new depraved and obscene way of lovemaking. She loved the huge cudgels that were hammering away at her insides, driving her into a wild, passionate frenzy.
Her mouth flew open as she gasped with each stab of their organs, and the hovering Mac had been waiting for just such an opportunity. Suddenly he was on his knees, his gigantic prick bobbing in front of her eyes as she buckled and turned on the two impaling cocks thrusting between her legs. He held her ears in his hands and guided her mouth to his pulsing, erect cock and she took it greedily into her mouth, sucking and licking with tiny, slick strokes. Her tongue moved up and down the shaft and then sucked noisily at the head of his throbbing penis.
"That's it baby. Suck it good, oh yes . . . " Mac groaned. "Suck it good!"
He could feel the pressure growing in between his legs as he rocked back for forth, driving his penis down her throat until he thought she would choke!
The men underneath her were about to climax, the pressure building to a breaking point as she tried to dig deeper and deeper back onto their pistoning rods of hardened flesh, delighting in the thick hardness that was battering into her, driving her wild with the wanton sensation of three cocks fucking into her at the same time.
Her body was on fire, and the pressure of her orgasm that had been thwarted before was now about to be satisfied.
"Oh yes.. . fuck me . . . I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to cum now . . . NOW!" She murmured, sucking like a mad animal on the cock that was in her mouth. Mac could no longer stand her milking mouth and suddenly his body began to jerk out his climax, shooting deep into her throat as she, too, began to jerk and twist with the spasms of her own coming orgasm. The walls of her womb were on fire and twitched salaciously with the terrible pains of passion and her lips sucked in wild abandon at the man spurting his hot sperm deep into her mouth, flooding her throat ecstatically with his hot, milk white semen. She swallowed hard to keep from choking as Mac's deflating penis slipped wetly from her lips, tiny strings of sperm following it away from her mouth as he fell back away from her lust-crazed face.
Down below, the two rampaging rods of flesh skewering mercilessly between her legs began to take their toll. A strange masochistic joy pervaded and controlled the whole of her body. Why it came and why it was there, Sarah didn't know or care. Perhaps it was even from the very helplessness of her position or from the obscene thought of being fucked half to death by three depraved and sex-crazed convicts at the same time like this. But what ever it was, it didn't matter. It was here and there was nothing she could do about it . . . or wanted to do about it. Her hips ground backwards to meet the up-thrust of the convict worming it into her rectum and then downwards to suck in the whole of the other cock plunging relentlessly up into her hot, steaming pussy. Her whole body bucked and twisted, mewling snorts of passion spat from her open mouth as her buttocks gyrated round and round in tiny abandoned circles before their dual assault.
"Oooooh, Oooooh, Ooooooh," she chanted on and on, her mouth still thick from the sperm of the convict that had ejaculated into the moist warm cavern seconds before. Her breath came in wilder and wilder gasps in time to their crushing thrusts into her cunt and rectum. Faster and faster they fucked, buffeting her between them like some crazed animated doll, the desperate sounds of their groans merging together in a mad symphony of uncontrolled sexual abandonment. And then she screamed.
"Aaaaaaaahhhg! and then another instantaneously "Aaaaaaagggghhhl Oh God, fuck harder . . Fuck harder!"
She was out of her mind with desire now, her tongue swirling wilding around her lips, savoring the taste of lust so lewdly planted there moments before. Her mouth dropped open and began grunting out her orgasm that seemed to roll on and on until she thought it would never stop. The two convicts, sensing her climax by her screams and the uncontrolled contractions of her inner muscles around their pistoning cocks, both plunged forward at the same time, imbedding their suddenly wildly spewing sperm deep up into the soft, secret confines of her heaving belly.
"Ooooh, Ooooh," she chanted again and again as she felt the hot, thick liquid filling her body until in her erotic agony she could swear it was flowing on and out the erected nipples of her inflated breasts.
There was one last earth shattering groan rolling from her still glistening lips like the sound of death, and then it was over. They collapsed in a lifeless heap, the softness of her body sandwiched between them in utter exhaustion. Her legs protruded out to the sides like the white fleshy oars of a drifting skiff, no destination, no purpose, and no life present to ever move them again.
Later, after he had regained his breath the convict on top rolled off to the side, his deflated penis slipping from her reluctant anus with a wet, popping noise that could be heard reverberating lewdly through the whole of the room. Sarah lay still, face down on top of the one called Carlos. His cock was still embedded deep up between her open legs and she looked as though she would never move again. Her legs were still stretched wide apart so the tiny pink edges of her hair-lined vagina could still be seen, wet and glistening, clinging tightly to the thick rod of hardened flesh still sunk far up into her sperm-filled belly. Through the haze of her half-conscious mind she could feel it too begin slowly to deflate inside her and was aware of the warm, wet walls of her vagina contracting tighter and tighter, and finally almost disappeared into a soft mass of fleshy nothing. It was almost as though her cunt had a mind of its own and didn't want to ever let go of the wicked male flesh that had given it so much pleasure, when it had rebelled against the dictates of her conscience.
Seemingly hours later she felt herself being pilled from him and rolled over on her back. There was no resistance left in her and she was vaguely aware of her legs again being pulled apart and the heavy weight of another body sinking down on her, she didn't know, and didn't care.
What the fuck, and she thought the word, give it to them, they want it, give it to them. I'll fuck 'em all I'll fuck 'em all! Anytime! Anyway!
CHAPTER ll
She awoke several hours after they had all satiated their lust on her impassioned body and looked around the bedroom to see if they were still in the house or whether they had made their contact and had left. The bedroom was empty, but when she finally got up the courage to walk into the living room, she saw Cole asleep on the sofa and the other three men, dressed only in their shorts sprawled out here and there about the room. She tiptoed around them and went to the kitchen, wondering whether or not something had gone wrong and if they would ever leave. She tried not to think of Steve, back in the prison, maybe in solitary having completely ruined his chances for parole. She didn't know what to do. Visiting day wasn't until the following Sunday and she thought that she would go crazy without knowing something! She sat there for several hours, looking at the clock and waiting for the sun to come up and shine through the kitchen window. In the morning there was no telling who might drop by and by then she was sure the morning papers would have the story of the escape.
Gradually the men in the living room began to stir and walked into the kitchen.
"Can I make you some breakfast," she asked, afraid to ask what had happened and why they hadn't left.
"Yeah, sure, that would be great!" they all said.
"You're quite a little woman, you know that," Carlos said, giving her the once over again. "It's a wonder that old Stevie boy can keep you satisfied . . . or on second thought, maybe he can't. Poor Steve . . . I really fell sorry for him if he tries to keep up with you!" His voice was cold and malicious again, not filled with the passion it was the night before, not filled with anything. It was merely a statement.
She looked around the group and they were all looking at her, none of them talking, perhaps not knowing what to say. Finally Cole broke the silence, saying, "We didn't get in touch with our man last night, so we'll have to wait until tonight again. Don't let anybody in here, you understand."
She nodded that she did and went about making the bacon and eggs.
"Do you want me to get the morning paper for you," she asked finally, serving them their food, "Maybe you'd like to know if they're looking for you yet."
"Yeah, yeah," they said, "that may be a good idea, but don't get any funny ideas about going to the cops, because if you do, things won't be so good for your precious husband inside the walls!"
She went to her room to get dressed, grabbed a light coat and went down the stairs and out onto the street.
The fresh air felt good against her face and she thought about how nice it would be to have Steve back, to walk with her, to have him love her, and a shiver of fear that he was in greater trouble ran through her body.
There was nothing in the headlines about the break which struck her as funny. Surely they must have been missed by now, but as she leafed through the other pages, she saw the story. There were not many details other than the fact that four men had escaped and that they were believed to be in the area where their laundry truck had been found, and that the local citizens should be careful, but no more. There was no mention that someone inside may have been helping them and this was some relief, but she wondered if they would print something like that anyway.
She returned to the apartment and threw the paper on the table for the men to see.
"Hey, there's nothing on the front page. What's the scoop!" Mac said.
"I can't believe that they are trying to keep it quiet," Carlos added.
"Just turn to Page 3," she said. "The story's there, what they know of it!"
The men all bent over the paper, reading about how the guards thought they were hiding in the area and that they were dangerous. It mentioned something about a house to house search and this made them nervous.
"If they start snooping around this neighborhood, we've had it!" Cole said. . "Maybe we should just put on Steve's clothes and take our chances on the street," Mac suggested.
"Don't be ridiculous," Cole chided. "They will have our complete descriptions on the radio this morning and every flat foot in town will be out for us, trying to win a medal or something. Nothing doing, we sit tight until we get that call!"
"Okay," they chorused. "But suppose the call doesn't come. Suppose we have to hole up here for the rest of our lives!"
'That's hardly likely," Cole said. "He's got to call today. If he doesn't he's got as much to lose as we do!"
She didn't know what the men were talking about, but she wished that the call would come and they would leave. The longer they stayed, the more chance of Steve's being implicated and that she didn't want, above all.
The day seemed to drag, time was of no importance. They all sat around and stared at the phone, willing it, deeming it to ring. Finally about five that evening it did and she answered.
"Hello, Mrs. Jackson speaking." Her voice was soft and shaking, almost afraid of who was going to be on the other end. A gruff voice asked, "Is Cole there?"
"Yes, yes, just a minute," she answered, and handed the phone to Cole.
"Well, it's about time, Lou. What the hell's been keeping you. We've been sitting here like wooden ducks waiting for you to get in touch."
"Slow down," he said. "It wasn't too cool to try to spring you last night. The cops have been all over the neighborhood last night and this morning, searching houses. They've finally gone so I can leave. Get ready, I'll be there in an hour."
Cole put the phone back in the cradle and told the men what had happened, and that they should be ready to leave shortly, as soon as Lou got there.
She breathed a sigh of relief, sinking back into her chair and said, "well, at least that's over!"
"Not quite, sweetie," Cole said. "You're not through until we're out that door, and if your husband ever squeals he knows that we'll come back to get you and have him taken care of too! So don't count your chickens before they're hatched!"
She wanted to scream at the threat and coldness in his voice. What more did they want from her? They had raped her, humiliated her, driven her into a sexual frenzy, and now they were threatening her! It didn't seem likely that she would ever lie able to forget the nightmare of the past two days, the nightmare that actually began when Steve had been sentenced, but she didn't want to have to live in fear for the rest of her life. They should know that and know she wouldn't turn them in.
T won't say anything, honest," she stammered. "I don't want you to get caught!" Her eyes were pleading with them, trying to make them believe her, but she was met with icy stares.
"We know you won't, sweetheart," Mac said. "You wouldn't want that husband of yours to know that you took on all of us last night and loved it, now would you?"
This was what she was most afraid of, that they would hold this over her head. If they told Steve, it would not be that they had raped her, it would be that she walked around in flimsy underwear, enticing them and finally begging them to make love to her. She didn't think that Steve would believe it, but after a man has been locked up in a cell for so long, there is no telling what he may believe. She knew that no matter what Steve said, he would always have his doubts and she couldn't stand that.
"Come on, Mac," Cole ordered. "You've harassed the little lady enough, and we've got to get a move on. Everybody get dressed, we don't want to keep Lou waiting!"
That last hour they spent at the apartment seemed to drag into an eternity, when she finally heard the knock at the door and she let Lou in.
"Let's get a move on, you guys. What do you think this is, a Sunday School picnic?" Lou said, laughing and shaking Cole's hand vigorously.
After a few, very brief formalities the group departed down the stairs and into the alleyway in back of the apartment building. When the last one had left she went into the bathroom for a cleansing bath and finally some rest. Her mind was still wondering if Steve had been implicated, but if he had, she was sure that she would have heard something by now.
CHAPTER 12
Weeks passed and still nothing had happened that would implicate Steve. She began to relax a little, but each time the doorbell would ring and she wasn't expecting anyone, she was hesitant, thinking that maybe the men who had escaped were coming back and she would have to live through the nightmare again.
Of course the news of their break had been in the papers, but they hadn't been found as yet and as long as they were free, Steve was safe. He was fairly sure that they couldn't trace any part of their escape back fro him. Naturally he had been questioned, but his record had been unblemished since he had become a trustee and so they had no reason to suspect him. He had a feeling that they were watching him a little more closely since the escape, but it could be because his appeal was getting closer.
Several visiting days had passed, each week a slow agony of waiting, hoping that the next week would be the week they would hear that his appeal had been granted. The guard had made several remarks to her that even after Steve got his appeal, and if he were paroled, that they would have to continue their little get-togethers or he would tell the authorities that he was breaking his parole and he would be sent back to jail. She couldn't believe that he could be so evil, and couldn't understand why he was threatening her now, even before they had heard anything definite, but she knew that she would have to go along with him.
So much had happened to her since Steve had been sentenced that she wondered if she would ever be able to have a normal life again. She couldn't tell Steve what had happened with his "friends" or with the guard. If she did, he would go to the warden and tell him about the escape, where they might be hiding and that would implicate him and he'd never get out. She couldn't take the chance, yet she wasn't sure that she could live with it on her conscience. She had been so lonely while he was gone, she had felt the need and desire for a man, it was only natural, but rape was a different story. She wondered if he would understand about her affair with Mr. Peel and with Mrs. Peel! No, she was certain that if he found out that he would leave her. She knew that he was wondering how she was paying her rent and buying necessities while he was away, but she also knew that he would never ask.
Maybe deep inside he suspected that she had been unfaithful, but if it were true he didn't want to know . . . not for sure. If she told him, he would be hurt and things would never be the same between them again It was going to be difficult adjusting to their life since all this had happened, but he knew they could do it if the parole board would only give them a chance. It wouldn't be easy for Steve to find a job, but the board would arrange something for him, even if it was the most menial labor.
Finally the word came from his lawyer that his appeal had been granted and the board was reviewing his case that week.
All week long she waited for some word, jumping each time the phone rang, hoping and praying that it would be good news. The days seemed to have 48 hours, she couldn't concentrate on anything except the thought that maybe they could be together again. She checked with the lawyer every day, but still nothing definite had been decided.
That Sunday Steve told her that he was going before the board that Wednesday and then they would decide whether or not he could be paroled. He was fairly certain that his parole would be granted because the warden was giving him a good recommendation, and nothing had been said about the escape in weeks.
They walked around the yard of the prison, talking, holding hands and wishing that they could be alone. When they reached one corner of the grounds where it was difficult for the guards to see them he pulled her roughly to him, holding her so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
"Oh darling," he whispered, "I want you so much. I don't see how I can wait, it's been so long."
His hands ran over the curves of her body, clenching, pinching, caressing every inch of exposed flesh. He crushed his hands over her soft, full breasts, squeezing them until she thought she would scream from his roughness, but at the same time it sent a thrill through her body, a burning in her loins. She reached down between them and touched his already erect, throbbing penis in her hand, feeling the heat of his pulsating passion through his cotton uniform.
"Oh God, I want you," she murmured. "I need you so badly, darling."
They stood there clinging, touching desperately, wishing that they could make love right then and there. His hand reached underneath her skirt and ran up the soft smooth skin of her thigh until he reached the elastic crotch band of her thin nylon panties. Urgently his fingers pushed inside the flimsy material and he could feel the soft down of her pubic hair and the seeping wetness of her vaginal passage. She was ready to make love and she wanted him, but if they got caught it would ruin everything. She tried to push him away, but his fingers prodded and pushed into her, massaging the rubbery, moist walls of her cuntal passage.
"Oooohhhh, darling . . " she murmured. "I can't stand it.. . we've got to stop!"
His breath was hot and heavy on her neck as he tried to ease her gently to the grass, but she pushed strongly against his chest, trying to pull herself free from his grasp.
"We can't darling, not now . . . it would ruin everything," she said, trying to control the trembling in her voice. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but they just couldn't.
He released her and sat down on the grass his hands trying to calm the bulging hardness that was obvious through the material of his uniform.
"God, I can't take much more of this," he said, his eyes glazed with desire and passion.
"I know, darling," she said, "but just think that in a few days we may be together . . . and alone and we can make love 24 hours a day if you want to."
It wasn't easy for them to just sit there and talk when they wanted each other so desperately. The desire that had built up in her was still raging and she wished that they had been able to make love, or that his fingering had brought her to a climax and quenched the raging in her loins, but she had been too nervous, afraid that someone would see them.
She glanced nervously at her watch and said, "I'd better be going. Visiting hours are just about over and this is just torture sitting here so close to you and not being able to let you love me and let myself love you."
Reluctantly he got up and pulled her to her feet, hugging her tenderly for just a moment then releasing her.
"Well, sweetheart, it's just a few more days, so I guess we can wait." He smiled at her and patted her lightly on the behind.
They walked back to the reception room in silence, knowing that there was nothing that needed to be said, that they understood each other completely. When she saw him disappear down the corridor of the prison she stood there for a short time, looking as he walked back the long hallway and hoping that this would be the last Sunday she would have to stand there and watch him walk away from her.
She was lost in her thought when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder and she turned, startled.
"Well, well, that was a nice little performance you two put on out in the yard, Mrs. Jackson," he said. "Maybe I can finish it off for you . . . what do you say?"
She looked up at the lecherous grin of the guard and she knew that like every other Sunday she would not be able to get away.
"I'll pick you up at the same spot," he continued and then walked away, confident that she would be there.
She had almost gotten used to the fact that each week she had to let this awful man use her, but today she didn't see how she was going to face it. Steve had been so tender, so full of love, and now she would have to be defiled by this animal. She wanted to be sick, but she walked outside and let the cool breeze hit her face and ease some of her tension. She just didn't dare defy the guard and ruin Steve's chances at the last minute. She had to go through with it . . . again and again . . . if necessary.
She walked slowly to the bus stop where the guard always picked her up and sat dejectedly on the bench. In just a few minutes she saw his car turning the corner, but this time he was not alone! She strained her eyes trying to see who was in the car beside him but she couldn't distinguish the face until the car pulled up along side her. She stared into the car, looking first at the guard and then at the other man.
"He's a friend of mine," he explained with a lewd tone to his voice. "And he's going to be a very good friends of yours, so hop in!"
She got in the front seat along side of the stranger and tried to keep her eyes glued on the traffic in front of them. She wondered why he brought another man along, it didn't make sense.
Finally the stranger spoke. "It really wasn't his idea that I come along, I sort of forced the issue!"
She looked at him puzzled, hoping for some sign from the guard, but he was concentrating on the driving and acting as if he hadn't heard the other man.
"I don't get it," she said, trying to remain calm. "Oh, you'll get it, baby. You'll get it good, believe me!" the man said, laughing hoarsely. "I'm gonna give it to you good, just wait and see!"
"You see," he continued, "I've known about your little parties with your friend over here for some time, and I also saw you and your husband in the yard this afternoon, so I decided that I'd like to catch some of the action too. You see I sort of supervise things around that gray barred hotel and I pull a lot of weight with the warden, so no one crosses me and what I want, I get."
She looked at him not sure whether or not she should believe him, but from the deadpan expression on the guards face, she was sure that at least part of his story was true.
They drove to the same cabin on the outskirts of town that they always did, but she was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. She was used to the guard, but she didn't like the way the other man was looking at her. His hand began to rub her knee, pushing her skirt up higher on her legs until his fingers dug cruelly into the supple, soft flesh of her thigh. He grinned over at her, his eyes devouring her every curve like a greedy pig, and she shuddered.
"Don't be nervous, baby," he said, "You're going to love it.. . just love it, I know. All women need my kind of loving once in a while just to keep them in line!"
She was afraid to ask him what he meant, she knew she would find out soon enough, but she was afraid.
When they pulled up to the cabin the guard got out first and opened the door. The other man pulled her roughly from the seat and pushed her in the front door. The gigantic, hard bulge of his penis was obvious through his trousers, and even inside his slacks she could tell that he was an extremely large man.
The guard just stood there for a moment and then began to shed his clothes, hanging them carelessly over a chair. The other man said nothing but began to unbutton the buttons on her blouse and pull it off her shoulders.
"Wow . . . " he said, whistling softly, "What a pair of knockers on this babe!"
She just stood there, frozen to the spot while he continued his methodic undressing of her body and listened to his crude, degrading remarks as he removed each piece of clothing.
She looked over at the guard who was just standing there watching the stranger undress her, his penis jerking up against his stomach as his excitement grew. His erect, throbbing rob was purple from desire and she knew that he could hardly wait to bury himself deep into her belly as he had done every Sunday for the last year. The other man looked back at him and grinned.
"Just be patient there, you'll get your chance at her."
He seemed to be enjoying the torture he was submitting the guard to, and the humiliation that she was experiencing. His fingers caressed her full, luscious breasts, pinching her tender pink nipples into full erection and then letting his hands wander further down her body.
He was on his knees, his fingers pulling apart the sensitive lips of her vagina and probing teasingly at the secret opening between her thighs. She tried to cringe away from his touch, but his other hand was planted firmly on her buttocks, holding her fast while he completed his inspection of her body. He pushed her toward the bed and ordered the guard to lie down next to her, but not to touch her while he quickly stripped off his clothes. The guard was clutching at his penis as if to relieve the pain of his erection, wanting to throw himself on top of her and bury his shaft deep into her and satisfy his lust.
The other man stood there just above her, his mammoth prick dangling and jerking up above her face. She had never seen a man built quite so large. He was surely abnormal.
"Now," he ordered the guard, "you may touch her. I want to watch you tease her until she screams to be fucked like you say she always does."
She couldn't believe that this man was just going to stand there and watch while the guard primed her, but when she looked into his face she knew that that was exactly what he had in mind.
The guard rolled over on his side, his hands roaming greedily over her body, his mouth closing down on her breasts, his tongue wetly flicking the nipples until they were hard and erect.
She writhed under his touch as she could feel that horrible burning sensation that she couldn't control building again between her legs. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend, as she had tried to do so often lately that it was Steve who was fondling her, caressing her so softly this way. The guard's hands felt her thighs quiver under his touch as his fingers probed anxiously at the portal of her vagina. She was still damp from her husband's touch and she could feel her desire begin to mount in spite of herself.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, her hips twisting back and forth on the bed as if she were in agony.
"That's it! Get her good and ready. I want the little bitch good and ready when I shove it to her." the other man encouraged.
She could feel the guard's penis jerking against her leg and she wanted to grab it and stuff it into her as far as it would go, but the other man would not allow it. He grabbed her hands and held them fast, pinning them up over her head while the guard continued his tantalizing, frustrating mouthing of her breasts and the teasing fingering of her vagina.
"Ooooooh," she moaned. "Please don't torture me this way. Do something! For God's sake . . . do it and get it over with."
"Good! Make her nice and hot, but don't satisfy her yet. That's gonna be my pleasure."
It seemed as if her whole body were on fire. She wanted to have someone . . . anyone . . . make love to her, she couldn't stand it anymore.
The guard was pressing his hips tight against her thighs and she could feel the massive hardness of his manhood. She pushed against him, rubbing her leg up and down on his prick, hoping that he would defy the other man and bury himself inside her.
It was no good, for as she twisted and turned the lower half of her body she felt a hot, thick wetness trickling down her thigh and she knew that the guard had cum. His hips jerked violently against her as he ground out his orgasm. His teeth sunk into her breast, sucking and biting cruelly as his hips jack knifed furiously against her body.
The other man stood there laughing down at them, the guard who was now useless to her, and her body that needed satisfaction.
"Get up," he yelled at the guard, "and go outside!"
The guard obediently followed his order and got off the bed and went to get his clothes.
The stranger was still holding her hands tight against the bed, over her head so that her whole body was vulnerable to his attack.
Slowly he lowered himself on top of her body, his penis jerking temptingly over her stomach.
"Beg me for it," he commanded. "I know you want it. I know you want this fat prick in your belly, but you have to beg me.. . BEG me!"
Her throat was dry, but the sensation between her legs had to be quenched first.
"Yes . . . yes . . . give it to me . . . fuck me . . . please . . . now!" she pleaded, her eyes still glued to the hard, swollen organ.
He laughed slightly and eased his body down on hers, letting the smooth, hardened head of his penis touch her vaginal lips. She tried to force her hips upwards in order to take him inside her, but he held back, teasing her until she thought she would go out of her mind.
"Please . . . please . . . " she moaned, writhing and turning underneath him. "I want you to fuck me!" He grinned triumphantly and eased the head inside her slightly and then pulled out, not wanting to give her too much at once. He wanted to enjoy the torture he was submitting her to.
He rocked back forth on his hips, letting his prick brush casually against her throbbing opening and then putting it in just about a quarter of the way. She could feel the walls of her vagina cling to the massive rod as he inched his way inside her. Finally, with one hard, cruel stab he buried his gigantic manhood deep into her.
"Aaagggghhhhh," she whimpered. "You're killing me!"
She had never felt anyone so big, so thick and it tore at her vaginal walls like a razor, but she couldn't help but push her hips up against his, enjoying this slow torture. He seemed to grow even larger inside her as he pushed harshly, deeply into her passage.
"Ooohhhhh, I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to cum . . . " she rasped, as she felt her vaginal walls begin to twitch as he pummeled into her.
"That's baby," he groaned, shoving deeper and deeper into her. "I'm going to fill you now . . . " His voice trailed off into a whisper and she could feel his giant phallus jerk inside her, flooding her with his semen. His orgasm seemed to last forever and she moaned, half in pain, half in ecstasy as he rolled off her, completely exhausted.
"That was good, baby," he said. "Now I know why that husband of yours is so anxious to get home to you. Seems a shame to waste you on just one man though!" He was grinning at her, challenging her to ask him what he was going to do, but she remained silent.
"Don't worry," he continued, "I wouldn't do anything to hurt his chances. But I plan on seeing lots of you whether he's in or out of the joint. You just remember that!"
The guard came in from outside and said, "We'd better be getting back. Let's get her out of here!" His voice was cold and hard and it was obvious that the two men shared a mutual dislike for each other. She wondered if she would have to see both men each Sunday now, but maybe by next week there would be no more visiting days, Steve would be home and she could forget everything that had happened.
They drove back in silence and dropped her off at the bus stop and continued back to the prison.
She sat down on the bench, holding her head in her hands and thinking, maybe there won't be another time . . . maybe.
CHAPTER 13
News arrived that week that Steve's appeal had been granted and he would be paroled in a few days, as soon as the red tape had been settled. She walked around in a daze, not daring to even think that anything could go wrong. Maybe things were going to be all right for the first time in their lives.
That Friday she went to the prison and sat in the office of the warden, waiting for Steve to walk through those doors for the last time. She had taken extra care with her make-up and her hair so that she would look just as radiant as she felt when she saw Steve.
The warden looked at her seriously and said, "You realize, Mrs. Jackson, that your husband's parole is a display of our trust and faith in him. We believe that he can now adjust to society and live a normal, law-abiding life. The parole can be revoked, however, if he violates it in any way. It's up to you to keep an eye on him, make sure he reports to his parole officer every month and toes the line." His voice was friendly, but still bore the serious tone that this situation required.
"I understand, warden," she said, her voice shaking with excitement. "Steve has a job lined up and I'm sure that he's learned his lesson."
When they had finished their conversation, he pressed a button and told a guard to bring Mr. Jackson in. The warden stood up as Steve came into the room and offered his hand.
"Well, Steve, I hope that you can make a good life now on the outside. Stay out of trouble. We really don't want to see you back here again!"
Steve shook his hand and then reached down and pulled his wife close to him, looking deep into her eyes.
"I love you," he said. "Let's go home."
They walked out of the prison gate just as night was falling, their arms around each other, hurrying so that they could get inside the privacy of their apartment and at last make love. There was so much that she wished she didn't have to bear, but it seemed insignificant now that Steve was back.
The bus ride seemed to take hours, but finally they were in front of their apartment. They nearly raced up the stairs, taking two at a time, their urgency showing in their faces.
Steve closed the door quickly and crushed her against his body.
"Oh darling, it's been so long . . . I want you so badly," he murmured. It was difficult for him to be a patient, tender lover after being denied a woman for so long, but he was trying. He led her into the bedroom and began to get undressed.
She stood there staring at him as he removed his clothes, but not making a move to take hers off.
"You have such a strong, beautiful body," she said, running her fingers gently up his spine and toying with the hair at the back of his neck. He shuddered, and turned toward her, his erection standing out proudly from his body.
He began to unzip the back of her dress as he held her, kissing her neck, her lips, her shoulders as he slid the garment from off her shoulders.
"Hurry, darling. I want you so badly," he choked out.
She bent down to unhook her sheer silk stockings from their garters, revealing her long, trim legs, knowing that he was staring at her, wanting her, but she was enjoying her little striptease.
"Darling, I love you," she whispered as she unhooked the back of her brassiere, letting her full, round breasts hang free, the nipples pointing proudly upward.
He grabbed her and pulled down on the bed, crushing his mouth down on the soft, fleshiness of her breasts, sucking like a ravenous yearling, a starving man.
His hands clawed at the remainder of her clothing, tearing it in shreds from her body while his hands massaged the firmness of her thighs, the softness of her round, swelling buttocks, his fingers trembling with desire.
She moaned as she moved her hips underneath him, pushing upwards at his hard, swollen penis.
"Yes, darling, do it to me . . . fuck me!" she whispered.
The coarseness of his wife's words excited him and he exploded inside her almost immediately. He had never heard her say things like that, even in their most passionate lovemaking. He couldn't believe that she was begging him to take her, that her hips were searching out his manhood as much as he wanted her, but he decided it was just because she, too, had been without him for so long. He wouldn't let his mind think anything else.
His penis went limp inside her, filling her with his sperm, but her hips continued to rock up against him.
"I'm sorry, darling," he whispered. "I guess I was in too much of a hurry. It's been so dam long!"
She cradled him in her arms and looked into his young boyish face.
"It's all right darling. I can wait . . . I've waited a long time already," she lied.
Her words salved his regret at not satisfying her, but they had a long night ahead of them . . . many long nights and they could make love again and again.
He fell asleep almost immediately, his legs and arms still entwined in hers, but she lay back and stared at the ceiling.
"Why . . . why . . . " she whispered to herself. She looked own at her husband while he slept and thought. It's got to work . . . it's just got to work. Her body ached to be satisfied and she twitched alone side him. He stirred slightly and looked up at her.
"Anything wrong, darling," he asked.
She smiled over at him, hoping that the disappointment in their lovemaking didn't show in her face and said, "No . . . nothing, darling. It's just so good to have you home. I missed you so much."
"It's good to be home and we'll never be apart again. I promise," he murmured, falling back to sleep.
She lay there trying to drift off to sleep, but the frustration that had built up in her body would not allow her to rest. She tossed and turned, hoping that Steve would awake and they could make love again. It's just not fair she thought. Why was he so selfish . . . so quick . . .
Her hands ran over her breasts feeling the taut-ness of her nipples and down over the slight curve of her stomach to the juncture of her legs. She kept her thighs pressed tightly together trying to alleviate the teasing, building desire that was buried there, but she couldn't quench the need in her loins. Finally she got up and began to pace around the apartment. She walked up and down the small living room, went into the kitchen for something to drink, but nothing could take her mind off the fact that she needed to make love . . . she needed a man.
She pulled her thin robe around her waist a little tighter and quietly opened the front door of the apartment and walked out into the hallway. It was quite late and she was sure that no one would be up so she had not bothered to put on a heavier robe. The light in the hall silhouetted the voluptuous curves of her body, accenting the fullness of her breasts as they stood out proudly. The sheer-ness of her robe clung suggestively to her hips and thighs as she paced up and down the hall, hoping that she could rid herself of the gnawing frustration by walking. Her hands rubbed her thighs impatiently as she paced up and down in an effort to knead out the tension and burning sensation in her loins, but it was futile.
She had been out there for about fifteen minutes when she heard another door open halfway down the hall. She held her breath and waited to see if whomever it was going to come that way. She stood still, listening for the footsteps but heard nothing because the carpeting muffled the approaching sounds.
She started to go back to their apartment door so that she would not be caught in her sheer covering, but when she tried the lock she realized that she had forgotten to release the catch on the door and the door was locked. She was trapped!
As she fumbled with the lock, she heard whomever it was move up in back of her...."
"Can I help you," the voice asked in a half-whisper.
She turned around and saw the landlord . . . Mr. Peel.
She blushed, trying to hide her semi-nudeness and mumbled something about being locked out.
"Obviously," he continued, "but what are you doing out at this hour. Didn't your husband just get back today?" His tone of voice made his question a challenge, as if he already knew why she was out there and was gloating over the situation.
"Y-y-es, he did," she stammered. "I was just emptying the garbage and forgot my key."
"Well, why don't you knock and your husband will let you in?" His eyes were glued to the flimsy material of the robe and the way it clung to her sensual, ripe body, the light in the hallway outlining every curve, every detail.
She knew that he had caught her and said, "Well, he's just gone to sleep and I don't want to disturb him."
He laughed maliciously and replied, "Well, well, the little man can't keep his wife happy. That's a hell of a note on his first night home! Maybe I can be of some service!"
She stood there saying nothing, not knowing what to say. She knew that if he wanted to take her that she was helpless to resist and the desire and need in her body was still there. Her eyes met his and she finally managed a weak smile, saying, "No . . . please . . . I don't think so. If you would just let me in with your pass key. I'd appreciate it."
"Not so fast," he said, letting his fingers trace a light pattern up the side of her neck and touching her cheek lightly. "If I let you in now what good is that to me? I haven't seen you in awhile and you know how much I enjoy that hot little box of yours."
His breath was becoming thick and hoarse as he spoke and she noticed a thick bulge protruding underneath his baggy trousers. His coarseness almost excited her, but she fought against her own animal instincts and tried to remain aloof, not wanting to encourage him, but wanting him . . . any man . . . at the same time.
How can I be acting like this, she thought suddenly to herself. Have I become so much of an animal that I need it all the time?
He had her backed into the corner of the hallway and his hands were taking full advantage of her pinned position. She felt his fingers as they reached inside the loose neckline of her nightgown and reached demandingly for the soft, fullness of her breasts. His fingers pinched the already erect nipples, pulling them backwards and forwards until a' whimper escaped her lips. His touch was painful, but it excited her and she pushed her breasts forward, falling against him slightly in order to give him access to all of her breasts.
"Ahh, so I was right," he chuckled wetly against her ear. "The man didn't satisfy you. Well, I'll take care of that!"
She barely heard his words, her body was so on fire from his touch that all that mattered was that he make love to her, torture her, drive her out of her mind.
He tugged at her nightgown and robe until it fell from her shoulders, falling around her waist as she stood there in the light completely bare from her waist up.
"Not here . . . , " she murmured, afraid that someone else may come by. "Don't do it to me here."
He dragged her by the arms, letting his hand cup one full bosom as they stumbled shakily toward the brown closet at the end of the hall.
The closet was fairly large, but cluttered with brooms, buckets and other cleaning utensils so it made it impossible for them to lie down.
As soon as the door closed behind them, she let the robe and nightgown fall completely off her body and pressed herself helplessly against his body, feeling the rough material of his clothes rub against her. Her hand reached down for the thick, hard bulge inside his trousers and squeezed it harshly, kneading it, feeling it jerk beneath her touch. He was breathing hard against the side of her neck, his teeth biting teasingly at her shoulders and tracing a wet path down her breasts. He forced her to lean back against the wall of the closet while he explored every inch of her exposed flesh, prodding, pinching until she thought she would be one huge purple bruise.
"God, you're so soft," he rasped, as his fingers traced a line up the inner part of her thigh to the tender, pink lips of her vagina. She was already wet with Steve's sperm still embedded inside her and she spread her legs further apart to give him more leeway. His fingers teased at her vaginal passage for just a moment before he inserted one thick finger inside her, worming it in up to his palm. She squirmed against the intrusion as she felt his fingertip tease and scrape against the smooth, sensitive walls.
"Oh yes . . . yes . . . " she moaned, her whole body on fire with desire.
Her hands reached for the zipper of his fly and in one swift movement, grabbed and released his huge, throbbing cock.
"Oooohh, you feel good . . . so hard," she gasped, her passion completely ruling her mind and being.
He said nothing but continued his tantalizing fingering until she thought she would go out of her mind.
"Please . . . please . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . I need you. I need you," she hissed against her will.
She was so close to her climax, but she needed something more than the thickness of a finger inside her. She wanted to feel him . . . all of him inside her, pounding into her until that horrible burning feeling inside her was driven away.
She pulled at his trousers until they fell loosely around his ankles and he was naked fom the waist down. He stumbled awkwardly for a moment, afraid that he would lose his balance, his feet manacled together by his pants. He bent over in order to step out of them, but instead of standing up again, he dropped to his knees and he grabbed the supple, roundness of her buttocks and brought the vee of her loins close to his mouth.
She could feel his hot breath on her thighs as he licked at her soft skin, nibbling, biting the soft fleshiness of her loins. She arched her back in order to give him freer access to her aching passage and she groaned as she felt his tongue tickle the moist lips of her vagina in a snake-like fashion.
"Ooohhhhyes . . . yes . . . do it," she breathed, her hands grabbing the back of his head and pressing his face roughly into her loins.
He mouthed and licked at her until she thought she would explode, teasing her to uncontrollable heights.
"God, you're hot, baby," he gasped as he pulled back momentarily in order to catch his breath.
When she thought she would not be able to stand it any longer, that she would cum in spite of the fact that she had to have him inside her, he stood up.
She reached for his thick, pulsing penis and pulled at it desperately, guiding it to the hungry, throbbing channel between her legs. She could feel his massive thickness jerking in her hand and it seemed to be swelling even more when she massaged the foreskin back and forth.
"I'm going to fuck you . . . deep inside you. Baby, you're so hot!" His voice was almost a whisper, passionate, demanding.
"Yes . . . yes . . . now . . . put it in me . . . please daddy put it in me."
Everything had abandoned her except the ache inside her that needed to be satisfied, nothing else mattered . . . NOTHING! Not even her husband lying in a deep satisfied sleep not more than one or two walls away!
She arched her back, his hands supporting her body as best they could as he guided his hardened cock at the throbbing opening between her legs. He let the head of his penis push gently against her vaginal lips for just a moment while he made sure of his balance and then pulled her hips roughly toward him, crushing them into his loins and burying his rock hard shaft deep into her belly with the first thrust.
She tried to wiggle up and down on his prick, but she was afraid that she would lose him if she moved too much, but she wanted to feel him inside her . . . all the way inside her, scraping her belly, filling her every secret crevice.
"Harder . . harder . . . deeper . . . " she moaned, trying to wriggle closer to him, deeper onto his thick, jerking penis.
His hands snaked around under her buttocks firmly and lifted her off the floor so that she had to wrap her legs around his waist to keep from falling. He pressed her back against the wall for additional support and bounced her up and down on his cock while she clung to him, desperately, wantonly.
She had never made love like this and something about the crude, animal like position excited her even more.
"I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to cum! I ! " she gasped, feeling the well of passion building to a boiling point. The walls of her vagina were twitching as the flood of her orgasm lay ready to explode.
"Do it, do it, baby . . . cum over me . . . let me feel you cum around my cock!" he answered, his teeth biting cruelly into the side of her neck as he jogged her up and down on his swollen, throbbing phallus.
"Yes . . . yes . . . that's it . . . that's got it . . . now . . . now . . . NOW!" She could feel the walls of her vagina contract around the thick, pulsing length of his penis as she ground her pelvis desperately down into his in the throes of her orgasm.
She was weak from her expended passion, but he did not release his firm grip on her. She could feel his fingers pulling apart the cheeks of her buttocks, digging, searching for the puckered, elastic opening of her anus. His fingers prodded at the tiny orifice and gradually she felt the stubby, thickness of one finger impale her harshly.
"Aaaggggghhhhhh," she gasped at the sudden intrusion and the pain.
She was now skewered from both openings, his thick, jerking cock in her vagina and his finger in her buttocks. She could feel his penis growing even larger inside her as his fingering of her behind continued, cruelly, painfully.
She rocked back and forth on his prick, hoping that he would cum and his penis would become limp once again so she could rest her feet on the floor and collapse.
"That's it.. . fuck me good," he almost shouted as she ground her loins harder and harder into his groin. She could feel the slight tickle of his testicles as they banged against the underside of her buttocks and they felt heavy and weighted.
His hips were bucking against hers now with an increased fury, straining to get into her, up to her belly, up to her throat.
"Here it cums, baby . . . I'm going to fill you . . . full . . . now!" he gasped.
She could feel his penis jerking inside her, swelling and contracting, spewing out the hot, molten liquid deep up inside her. He held her tightly, crushing her buttocks as his finger wriggled inside her tight, rubbery rectum as he gushed out the final spurts of his ejaculation.
When he had finished, he released her gently and let her feet down on the floor, and she leaned back exhausted against the wall. He still pressed against her, running his hands soothingly over her satiated body stirring beneath his touch and murmuring incoherently.
"Relax, baby," he whispered. "You're so good.. . so good!"
She breathed heavily there for a few minutes while he got dressed and then helped her to an upright position. She pulled on her nightgown and robe, hugging it closely to her body as if trying to hide her shame and humiliation. Tears streamed down her face as she fumbled for the doorknob of the closet.
He followed her down the hall to her doorway and let her in quietly with his passkey. She turned to him, but her eyes could not meet his, she was too embarrassed, too humiliated, so she just turned and closed the door softly behind her.
She sat on the couch in the living room trying to work things out in her mind, wondering what had come over her, why she had behaved so wantonly, so depraved. Was it possible that she had turned into a complete nymphomaniac while Steve was away? Was it possible that no one man could ever satisfy her again? She thought back to her encounter with the guard, Mr. Peel, the convicts, remembering with stark realization that she had actually enjoyed their lewd, humiliating advances. It had awakened something in her that had heretofore been sheltered, been forbidden, hidden in the depths of her mind, in her Freudian Id.
She remembered vaguely the theory of the Id, Ego and Superego and had to admit to herself, even though she knew that she could never admit it to anyone else that she was being completely controlled by her Id, the primitive part of the mind. She felt that she was no more than an animal, desperate and in need of sexual relief. She tried to tell herself that all she needed was love, but deep inside she knew that there was a world of difference between love and what she craved and needed.
She sat there for over an hour and before going into the bathroom and tried to cleanse her body, knowing that she could never again cleanse her mind.
Quietly she tiptoed back into the bedroom and slipped into bed next to Steve. He stirred slightly and threw his arm over her waist. She looked over at him as he slept and tears of regret and shame rolled uncontrollably down her face. How could she look him in the eye again. He loved her so much and she had taken advantage of his love, used his love. She knew that things between them would never be the same, but she was going to try to protect his love, never let him find out how much she had changed.
Her eyes finally closed with sleep as the sun was beginning to shine in through the drawn blinds, but it was not a peaceful sleep, it was a sleep of total exhaustion, physical exhaustion. She doubted that she would ever have a peaceful, quiet, untormented sleep again.
She had looked for love, searched for love and ended up with an even more desperate need, one that could never be fulfilled. She could share love with one man, but her body belonged to many men and that could not be changed. She had just discovered that horrible truth in the stench and filth of a broom closet a few short minutes ago.
