The Convict's Teen Hostage
by H. B. Kinney


CHAPTER ONE 

The shower room was a hazy fog of steam. The scent of bath soap lingered in 
the air. There they stood, in all their naked glory in the entrance to the 
shower room. She gazed at the youthful splendor of her charges' bodies, she 
was overcome by that combination of lust and motherly pride which had 
obsessed her since she had gotten the job as girls' gym teacher at Central 
High School two years before. 

It had been a rough two years. When Dahlia had started, the major activities 
available for girls in the school were ridiculously limited. There was 
volleyball and such in regular gym periods, and a few intramural teams 
playing other gym sports, but little real opportunity for the girls to 
compete with other schools. Dahlia had changed all that. 

The team whose adolescent bodies Dahlia was so protectively watching was the 
champion of the new All-Girls City Softball League. The League had been 
Dahlia's brainchild, and she had fought for it up through the levels of the 
school administration, finally winning the support of the City Council, 
which had forced the schools to divert funding for girls' inter-school 
athletics. 

Yes, Dahlia Peterson had a lot to be proud of. Not least of all, she was 
proud of her girls. She eyed them avidly as they went through the horseplay 
common to communal showers. 

There was her pitcher, Barbara Lassnow. Barbara was a tall girl, muscular 
and rangy. Her high, up-turned breasts seemed oddly out of place on her wiry 
frame. Under the stimulation of the shower spray, the small, eraser-sized 
nipples stood up straight and proud, almost pointing at the ceiling. Her 
dark pubic hair was scant, barely concealing the entrance to the cleft of 
her pussy. 

Lana Rojas, the catcher, was a different type altogether. She was short and 
olive beautiful. Her bone structure was large, and her breasts just small 
sensual swellings, small bumps on the broad expanse of her breastbone. But 
her wide hips, made for child-bearing, made her among the sexiest members of 
the team. As she bent over to retrieve a dropped bar of soap, Dahlia could 
plainly see the pinkness of the inside of her pussy, and the puckering node 
of her asshole as her buttocks flared apart with the motion. 

Slowly, Dahlia swept her eyes over each member of the team, lingering on 
each one as she noted the varied beauty of each. Truly it was a wonderful 
thing for a lesbian to have access to this sort of stimulation daily. And 
she was a good teacher as well. The success of her teams showed that. 

Having surveyed each team member closely, Dahlia returned her eyes to Rosie 
Trivet, the first baseman. Here was the gem of the team, in every way. As a 
ballplayer, she was easily the best on the team. Her fielding was 
spectacular; she was fast and accurate. She was also the leading batter in 
the entire league. 

But it was not on Rosie's Softball abilities that Dahlia Peterson's mind 
dwelled as she watched the girl turn off the shower head and stroll to the 
towel rack. It was rather on the nubile perfection of her half-child's body. 
Dahlia's eyes narrowed as she watched the saucy rise and fall of the young 
girl's pale white ass cheeks. Each was a perfect half-globe, rotating and 
undulating in that unconscious sensuality of the early teen years. As Rosie 
began to dry herself, she turned to face Dahlia across the room. Their eyes 
met, and Rosie smiled with the innocence of her fifteen years. As she 
vigorously dried her back with the towel slung back over her shoulders, the 
firm orbs of her perfect medium sized tits jiggled and bounced 
provocatively. She moved the towel down and began to dry between her 
buttocks, causing her lightly-downed pubic mound to move back and forth in 
an unconscious imitation of the sexual act. Dahlia couldn't take any more. 
She could feel her pussy becoming damp through her panties and tan 
sweatpants. She walked over to where Rosie was seated, drying the last 
droplets of water from her long and shapely legs. 

"Well, Rosie. That was the best practice so far this year. If we keep this 
up, we'll be in A-.l shape for the first game of the season." 

"Oh, Miss Peterson. That's not for two weeks yet. We'll be much better by 
then!" 

Dahlia suppressed a mad urge to reach out and stroke the gentle curve of 
Rosie's neck as she threw her hair up over it and began to rub her long, 
golden locks vigorously. 

"Well, I hope so. I certainly don't want to give back that cup this year. 
We've got some pretty good competition, and it's going to take a lot of 
teamwork to keep up to snuff. I hope everyone is keeping to the training 
schedule, and watching their diets." 

"Oh, I'm sure they are. But it's hard for some of the girls. What do you do 
when a boy asks you out, and you've got to tell him that your coach won't 
let you out more than once a week?" 

"Is that a big problem for you, Rosie?" 

"No, not for me. I've got so many things to do what with the advanced 
classes I'm in and the team that I don't have time for boys much at all." In 
addition to athletic excellence, Rosie was one of the brightest young 
scholars in the City school system. 

"What! No boyfriends? Why, I'd have thought that every boy in the school 
would be drooling over you." 

Rosie frowned as she began to pull on her panties. Dahlia almost groaned 
aloud as she saw the beauty of the girl's naked torso taken from her view. 

"Well, I can't deny that I get a lot of offers. But somehow, the boys I meet 
in school seem so young." 

"I know exactly what you mean, my dear." 

Rosie continued to dress, watched avidly by the pretty young gym teacher. 
She put on a soft half-bra, and slipped a beige cashmere sweater over it. As 
she pulled on her jeans, obscuring the last of her adolescent beauty, Dahlia 
spoke in a nonchalant tone. 

"By the way, Rosie, the elections for team captain are at the end of this 
week." 

"I know, Miss Peterson." 

"Well, I've been talking with the other girls, and the election is going to 
be only a matter of form. They're unanimous in their feeling that you should 
have the job." 

"Oh, Miss Peterson." Rosie clapped her hands in pubescent delight. 

"Now, of course this isn't official yet, but there are a lot of things I 
want to talk over with you, and I'd like to get some of them straightened 
out right away. Are you doing anything this afternoon. Like right now?" 

"Well, I was going to stop at the library on my way home to do some research 
on my science project. But I can always do that tomorrow." 

"Excellent! I'll tell you what. How about we go over to my place. We can 
have some coffee or something, and talk. Then I'll drive you home later." 

"Oh, that sounds keen, I always hate conferences in teacher's offices." 

"I agree. They always seem so cold. A student should fell that a teacher has 
time for her individually, not just on an appointment basis in some cold 
office." 

"Oh, I agree completely, Miss Peterson." 

"Good. Why don't you go and comb your hair and get ready while I get my 
things from the office. I'll meet you in the parking lot in about ten 
minutes. 

"OK. See you then." Rosie strolled away, turning to give Dahlia a broad 
smile. 

'What am I getting myself into,' Dahlia thought as she watched the slow 
sensual sway of Rosie's pert buttocks. 'After all I've gone through to get 
and keep this job.' But she couldn't keep the memory of Rosie's pliant young 
body in the shower from dominating her mind and reason. 

"Well, this is it. Just throw your things anywhere. I'll be out in a 
minute." 

Rosie looked around the living room of Dahlia's apartment as the teacher 
strolled through the open door of the bedroom and closed it behind. Rosie 
had never been in a teacher's apartment before. The living room was 
furnished in exquisite taste. Over the functioning fireplace hung a print of 
a Modigliani nude. The other walls were also covered with expensive 
reproductions of lush, full female bodies, crowned by a huge reproduction in 
oil of Goya's' Naked Maja over the long, soft couch. The walls were covered 
with book shelves. Walking over to one, Rosie glanced over the titles. There 
were many books on physical fitness. One title intrigued her young mind. It 
was "Sexual Aberrations of Western Womanhood." Taking it down from the 
shelf, she began to leaf through it, fascinated. She'd just begun a 
paragraph dealing with lesbianism in America when her gym teacher came back 
into the room. 

"Inspecting my library, Rosie?" 

The girl turned, and stifled a gasp. Dahlia was dressed in a diaphanous 
white peignoir. As she walked, it became apparent that she was wearing no 
bra. Rosie could see the impressions of her nipples where they pressed 
against the soft and clinging fabric. 

Dahlia noticed the surprised stare and the wonder on her student's face. 
"Oh, I'm sorry I should have prepared you. I spend so much time at school in 
gym clothes and stuffy teacher's outfits, that I always like to put on 
something comfortable and feminine when I'm in the privacy of my home. Why, 
sometimes I don't wear anything at all!" 

The two young women laughed together, Rosie somewhat nervously. 

"But enough of that. I think that your election as team captain calls for a 
toast, and I can't see toasting in coffee." Dahlia winked at her student. 
"How about something a little stronger?" 

"Why, Miss Peterson! You know I'm too young to drink. Besides, it's against 
your own training rules." 

"Well, rules are made to be broken. Besides, it won't hurt to have just one. 
And I certainly won't tell the police or the school board if you don't," She 
smiled disarmingly. 

Rosie couldn't help but laugh. "All, right. I guess one drink won't hurt." 

"Good. What would you like?" 

"I don't really know much about liquor. Whatever you're having." 

"Excellent. Two gin and tonics coming up." 

Dahlia walked into the kitchen to fix the drinks. As she reached up to the 
cabinet over the sink to get down the gin bottle, she could feel her 
distended nipples brushing against the fabric of her peignoir. Her palms 
were sweating, and she moved as a woman in a trance. This entire episode was 
unplanned, the product of her excitement at the sight of Rosie's lovely body 
in the shower. 

'Oh, what am I doing,' she thought as she opened the refrigerator and took 
out ice cubes and tonic water. 'I've been so discreet so far on this job. Am 
I going to throw it all away now?' But even as her mind warned her, she 
found herself tipping the gin bottle to give Rosie a healthy double shot. 
She'd been a long time without a woman. 

Rosie was seated on the couch when she came out of the kitchen carrying the 
two glasses. She was leafing through a coffee table book of nudes with rapt 
attention. She intended to major in art in college, and the lush beauty of 
the old masters in the book captivated her. 

"Here we are. One drink to toast the new captain of the softball team." 
Dahlia smiled gaily as she handed the glass to Rosie. Their fingers touched, 
and the older woman felt a tingle of excitement throughout her love-starved 
body. 

"You know, Miss Peterson, this is my first cocktail." 

"Well, enjoy it, my dear," the gym teacher replied as she took a seat on the 
couch only inches from her star player. "Here's to a successful season!" She 
raised her glass. Rosie clinked hers to Dahlia's, and the two women sipped 
at the strong cocktails. 

"Oh, this tastes good! Like a tingly lime-aid." 

"I'm glad you like it, Rosie. You deserve a little relaxation now and then. 
I'm surprised you don't have a nervous breakdown, working so hard at your 
school work and playing ball as well." 

"Well, like I told you, I don't carry on much of a social life. And I really 
love my school work. I want to be a teacher, just like you!" 

Dahlia looked deeply into the young girl's eyes. She saw the ingenuous gleam 
of youthful innocence. Quickly, she cast her glance down to her drink. She 
stared at the lime wedge floating in the cocktail, trying to keep her 
thoughts from lustful anticipation. Her pussy was beginning to get moist; 
she could feel excitement taking control of her. She had to have this girl! 

"Tell me, Rosie. Haven't you had any experience with boys?" 

"Well ... " Rosie took another gulp of her drink. She didn't know how strong 
it was and had almost finished it already. "I have gone out with a few. But 
they all seem to want to ... do things to me." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, you know ... Touch me." 

"Oh." 

"And they're always so rough! They don't care how, I feel. They just want to 
touch me. Sometimes they try to force me to touch them, too. It scares me." 

"I know just what you mean, my dear." 

Absent-mindedly, Dahlia moved her hand over and began to run her nails up 
and down Rosie's bare upper arm. The girl began to recoil, then relaxed. She 
could feel a warm sort of euphoria from the double strength gin and tonic 
she'd drunk, and the light caress of her teacher's fingers on her arm seemed 
curiously soothing. After all, this was her gym teacher. What could be 
wrong? 

Dahlia's hand moved upward and began to lightly stroke her young first 
baseman's neck, kneading and massaging the muscles. Rosie sighed and leaned 
her head forward. This was marvelous; just what she needed after a hard 
afternoon on the field. 

"You seem tense, Rosie. Is anything the matter?" 

"No. It's just that these first few weeks of practice seem to tighten up all 
my muscles. Usually I go home and soak in a hot tub. Then I feel fine." 

"Well, I know a better way than that. Have you ever had a real massage?" 

"Why, no. But I've heard that a massage is the best thing for sore muscles." 

"You bet it is. And I just happen to be one of the best masseuses around. In 
fact, I took a course in body massage in college. I may be a little out of 
practice, but I'll give you one if you like." 

"Gee, Miss Peterson. Would you?" 

"You bet! Why don't you go in the bedroom and strip down to your underwear 
while I go and get the massage oil. I'll make us another drink, too, while 
you get ready. 

Rosie walked into the bedroom and began to remove her clothes. It felt a 
little funny to be undressing in another woman's bedroom. But, after all, 
Miss Peterson had seen her naked many times, and the combination of alcohol 
and the prospect of a soothing massage disarmed the young girl completely. 

Dahlia's hand shook as she mixed two more strong drinks. 'There's still time 
to call this off,' she thought. But she knew as she went into the bathroom 
and took down the bottle of herbal massage oil that once she had her hands 
on Rosie's lush young body, she would be lost. 

Rosie was standing admiring the prints of Parisian street scenes on the 
bedroom wall when Dahlia entered the room. Her pink cotton panties were 
drawn into the cleft of her buttocks. The soft curves of her lower cheeks 
stuck out provocatively below the elastic leg holes. Dahlia almost dropped 
her tray with the drinks and massage oil at the sight, but had regained her 
composure by the time Rosie turned around. 

Rosie felt slightly embarrassed to be standing in front of her teacher in 
this state of undress. The firm, pliant curves of her breasts rose and 
swelled above the half cups of her bra. Her long, pale, shapely legs swept 
upward to meet at the crotch of her panties. A few stray wisps of blonde 
pubic hair trailed from the meeting place of her thighs. 

Dahlia set the tray down on the night table. 

"Well, Rosie, let's get on with your massage. Why don't you just lie down on 
your stomach on the bed?" 

Rosie obeyed, lying down and burying her head in the soft pillow, preparing 
herself for the soothing warmth of the massage. 

Dahlia stood back a moment, surveying her student. She stared at the supple 
grace of her back, the sweep of her spinal cord from her petite shoulder 
blades down the declivity of the small of her back, rising to the lush 
upsweep of her lovely ass. It was all she could do to avoid attacking the 
girl right then and there. 

'Slowly, now, Dahlia,' she told herself. 'We mustn't frighten the girl.' 

Sitting down on the bed, Dahlia reached over and picked up the massage oil. 
She tipped some into the palm of her hands, and put her hands together, 
coating both with the slick, scented oil. Almost worshipfully, she reached 
down and began to spread the oil over Rosie's back, starting at the small of 
her beautiful spinal curve and working upwards toward the shoulders. 

"Uh, Rosie. Don't be embarrassed, but it'll be a lot easier to do your back 
without this bra strap in the way. Do you mind if I undo it?" 

"Why, no, Miss Peterson," Rosie murmured into the pillow. "It's kind of 
chafing in this position anyway." 

Dahlia reached down and undid the clasp of the bra, then spread the ends of 
the bra strap out away from Rosie's torso. Taking another handful of massage 
oil, she began to spread it all over Rosie's back, from the base of the 
spine up to the corded neck muscles. She moved Rosie's long blonde hair up 
over her head, and began to knead the muscles all around the neck, moving 
her long supple fingers up over the base of the skull to work on the bottom 
of the scalp. 

"Mmmmmm." Rosie moaned as she felt her teacher's strong hands pulling and 
kneading at the taut muscles of her back. 

"Does that feel good, Rosie?" 

"Oh, yes. I can feel the muscles relaxing. Please don't stop." 

"I won't dear. Don't worry." 

For a while, Dahlia just moved her hands up and down Rosie's perfectly 
formed back, kneading and pulling at the skein of muscle tissue over the 
back of the rib cage, surrounding the spine. Then she slowly began to move 
her splayed hands outward, to the girl's flanks. As she did so, her fingers 
trailed down and lightly stroked the sides of Rosie's luscious tits where 
they bellied out from' the pressure of lying on her stomach. Rosie just 
sighed, suspecting nothing. 

'Can this girl be so innocent?' Dahlia was almost mad with lust as she 
continued to massage Rosie's back, diverting her fingers on each sweep to 
touch the fullness of the girl's breasts. She could feel the juices 
gathering in her hot snatch under the loose-fitting negligee. 

Now the teacher began to concentrate on working at the small of Rosie's 
back, digging her thumbs in on either side of the spine while pressing down 
and in toward the center with her strong fingers. Slowly as she did this, 
her hands began to sweep further down with each stroke. Soon she was 
encompassing the top of Rosie's full round buttocks with each rotation of 
her hands, moving her fingers up over the white hillocks, and touching her 
fingers together at the beginning of the heavenly cleft between them. 

Rosie drifted in a world of sensual relaxation. Never had she dreamed that 
the touch of another's hands on her body, alternately gentle and firm, could 
relax her body so. She noticed when Dahlia began to include the fringes of 
her private zones in the massage, but the overall effect was so stimulating 
and relaxing at once, that she didn't question the naturalness of the acts. 

"Now, Rosie, to be really complete, a massage must encompass all the major 
groups of muscles in the body. One of the most important groupings, and the 
one which most often is the seat of muscular tension, is in the buttocks. 
This group is the key to the system of muscles that leads down the thighs, 
to the calves and ankles, and a massage which ignores it is only half 
effective. If you want me to give you a really complete massage, I'll have 
to remove your panties." 

Somewhere in Rosie's brain an alarm went off. This couldn't be proper. But 
she knew that massages in ladies' gyms were conducted in the nude. And 
wasn't Miss Peterson a qualified masseuse? Surely this was really no 
different than having a professional massage. 

"Mm-hmm ..." she murmured into the pillow. "Go ahead." 

With trembling fingers, Dahlia slipped Rosie's panties from her hips. The 
girl helped by raising them momentarily from the bed. They slid easily from 
the girl's long, curvaceous legs. 

Dahlia gasped at the perfection of the buttocks now exposed to her gaze. 
Pressed tightly together, they resembled two round acorns, coming to a 
tapering point at the tops of her thighs. She could see a few wisps of 
blonde pubic hair sticking out from that divine juncture. 

She returned to her massage, starting where she had left off, at the base of 
the spine. Slowly, she began to move her hands downward, onto the snowy 
protuberances she had watched in lust for so long. Her hands took one 
buttock each, positioning themselves in the center of the lovely half 
globes, pressing down on the muscles, moving from the bottom of the cheeks 
to the tops. 

Rosie sighed. This was heavenly. Involuntarily, she shifted so that her legs 
were slightly parted. Dahlia could see down through the gap between the 
thighs, could see clearly the object of her quest, the beautiful, 
down-covered lips of Rosie's virginal pussy. 

Dahlia didn't miss a beat in her slow, sensual massage, but her breathing 
became slightly harsh and labored as she gazed at the exposed pussy only two 
feet from her moist lips. She moved her hands down to the tops of Rosie's 
thighs, encircling those pale pillars with her hands, working on the tight 
bunches of muscle just under the buttocks. 

'Oh, this is heavenly,' Rosie thought. 'It's so nice to just lay here and be 
worked on like this. It sure beats a hot bath!' 

Dahlia carefully orchestrated the movement of her hands. At just the proper 
moment, she pursued the skein of muscle at the top of the thigh so that her 
fingers scooped just under Rosie's uplifted buttocks, and pressed in at the 
top of the grouping, where it was terminated softly, lusciously, 
irresistibly, on either of the sides of the crotch. She could feel the 
softness of the outer folds of Rosie's blonde pussy with the outer tips of 
her fingers as they brushed over the entrance to Rosie's womanhood, 
seemingly innocent. 

Rosie was a little alarmed. Surely a simple massage shouldn't extend to 
between her legs. But, at the same time, she felt a slow growth of warmth in 
her entire body, centered on her pussy. It felt so good! She could feel the 
moisture building in her snatch, just as it did on those nights when she 
masturbated in bed at home. 

Dahlia couldn't believe it was going to be this easy. She lightly stroked 
Rosie's outer lips a little more boldly on each pass of her fingers. She 
could feel tremors of excitement building in the girl, as she massaged 
boldly the muscles of the lower thighs, then moved on to the calves. She 
spread the soothing oil all over the back of the girl's body, tenderly 
caressing, then roughly massaging each tense muscle. Slowly she worked her 
way back up Rosie's body, concentrating again on her partially exposed pussy 
lips, superb buttocks, moving back up to trace the full bulges of the young 
girl's breasts on either side of her rib cage. 

"MMmmmmm ... MMmmmmm ..." Rosie moaned. 

The young girl was in a paradise of sensation she had never entered before. 
The soft touch of her teacher's hands, the lingering alive feeling wherever 
they had passed, was in sharp contrast to the feeling of revulsion she had 
had whenever some boy she'd gone out with had clumsily tried to roughly 
fondle her, pawing at her clothing in impatient adolescent lust. 

Dahlia listened as Rosie's breathing grew heavier, her sighs and moans more 
frequent. 'Why, this luscious creature is almost as hot as I am!' she 
realized with surprise. It was time to throw caution to the winds. 

"Well, Rosie, that does it for the back. Would you turn over. I'll be done 
in no time." She spoke briskly, trying to hide her lust. She knew that the 
massage would be over soon. But what she planned for afterwards would last a 
lot longer! 

Without thinking, Rosie turned over on her back, facing upward at her 
teacher. As she did her bra slipped completely off her tits, so that as she 
lay on her back, the soft mounds lay totally exposed to Dahlia's lustful 
gaze, the erect nipples pointing straight up, the fine imprint of the 
bedspread slowly fading from the pale tenderness of the full mounds. 

Dahlia moaned. She couldn't keep up the pretext of a massage any longer. 
Leaning forward, she reached down with her oil-covered hands and ran them 
over the beautiful breasts so brazenly exposed to her. 

Rosie looked up in surprise and alarm. Her teacher was slowly kneading the 
tender breasts that had never known any touch but her own. She could see 
that Dahlia's eyes were shut tight. The teacher's tongue darted in and out, 
passing sensuously over her moist red lips. 

Dahlia was as a woman possessed. She ran her hands lovingly over Rosie's 
tits, then moved them to the sides, caressing the girl's flanks, returning 
to trace the outline of the breasts where they flowed down over the rib 
cage. 

Slowly, Rosie's alarm began to fade. She knew that something very wrong was 
going on, but she hoped it would never stop. She moaned low in the back of 
her throat as Dahlia lowered her face to the upturned erect nipples, biting 
and nipping, drawing the pert tips into her warm mouth, sucking them in, 
circling them with her sinuous tongue. The girl was lost in an ecstatic 
world of passions she'd never explored before. Involuntarily, she moved her 
hands up and began to stroke Dahlia's short, mannishly-cut hair, moving her 
fingers down to massage the straining muscles of the teacher's neck, just as 
her own had been massaged only moments before. 

Throwing caution to the winds, Dahlia moved her hands down Rosie's heaving 
flanks. She insinuated them under the girl's buttocks, clenching the 
beautiful cheeks together, then prying them apart. Slowly she moved her 
hands up and over Rosie's thighs, and moved one hand into the gap between 
the girl's now outspread thighs, at first caressing the downy outer lips of 
her snatch, then cautiously beginning to insert one finger into the heavenly 
orifice. 

Rosie moaned. She'd heard of lesbian love, but it had always been painted as 
a foul perversion. How could she reconcile the tender, knowing caress of her 
gym teacher with the tales of brutish unnatural sex she'd heard? Obviously 
she'd been lied to. Instinctively, she reached out for her teacher and 
welcomed her into her folded arms. She moved her hands up and down Dahlia's 
back, feeling the teacher's full buttocks through the thin material of her 
negligee. 

Dahlia stood up, undid the sash at her neck, and allowed the peignoir to 
fall to the floor. She stood in all her radiant beauty before the admiring 
gaze of her student. Rosie reached out her hand. 

Moving to the bed, holding Rosie's hand. Dahlia began the exploration of 
love. She bent over the girl's body, kissing the upturned tits, then began 
to run her mouth down Rosie's belly, her long tongue snaking in and out, 
lapping at the pale, creamy skin. Her mouth reached Rosie's sparse blonde 
pubic triangle. Without pausing she shifted her body to kneel over. Rosie's 
body and dipped her head in between the girl's out flung thighs. 

Rosie cried out in surprise and passion at the first touch of Dahlia's lips 
to her virgin pussy. Her hips bucked upward involuntarily as Dahlia stuck 
her tongue boldly into the orifice, past the outer lips, to lick and slurp 
along the inner lips, upward until it made contact with the budding, 
swelling clitoris. 

Dahlia couldn't believe it had been this easy. She was in heaven as she 
tasted the nectar of Rosie's sweet love juices. She drew the stiffening 
button of the girl's clit into her hungry mouth, rolling her tongue around 
it, lightly nipping it with her perfect teeth as the body under her began to 
writhe and hump wildly on the bed. She could feel Rosie's low moans 
reverberating through her diaphragm, and knew that her two long years of 
loneliness and frustration were at an end. 

Rosie moaned, a long, low continuous sound from the back of her throat and 
the depths of her soul. Opening her eyes, she was staring right into 
Dahlia's dripping cunt. The teacher was kneeling with her wide-flung thighs 
straddling the young girl's head, and Rosie could see clearly the thick 
brown hair of her pubic mound, the silky outer lips of her pussy, and the 
moist pinkness of her exposed inner lips and vaginal canal. She knew what 
would please her teacher. 

Reaching up, Rosie grasped Dahlia's buttocks and pulled the redolent, wet 
snatch to her full lips. Clumsily imitating the tender caress she was 
receiving on her own cunt, she tentatively thrust out her tongue, feeling 
the warm softness of a woman's interior for the first time. As Dahlia showed 
her approval by slowly rotating her hips over Rosie's mouth, the girl became 
more bold. She began to lap her tongue around the inside of her teacher's 
snatch in a continuous circular motion, causing Dahlia to moan aloud into 
the recesses of her own snatch. 

The two bodies on the bed writhed in ecstasy. They were well on their way to 
a simultaneous climax. As Dahlia continued to lick and nip at Rosie's 
swollen button of love, the young girl explored with her own tongue. Finding 
the erect clit in Dahlia's snatch, she began to imitate her teacher, rolling 
it around with her tongue, sucking it into her warm mouth. She moved her 
fingers up and down on her teacher's buttocks, trailing her innocent fingers 
into the valley between them, lightly caressing the older woman's puckering 
asshole. Suddenly, she felt the first of a series of hot flashes up and down 
her body. It was as though there were an electrode running a current 
directly from her sopping pussy to her brain. She began to buck and hump 
wildly on the bed, feeling Dahlia's cunt tremble and writhe against her 
avidly sucking lips. Suddenly her climax was upon her. A white light seemed 
to explode in her brain as she moved even faster. She could feel Dahlia 
following the rhythm of her movements, and they reached the peak of their 
climaxes together, winding down in a series of slow languorous movements 
until they lay next to one another, sweaty and spent. 

Afterwards, they lay in each others' arms, looking deeply into each others' 
eyes. Dahlia talked to Rosie, reassuring her that there was nothing wrong in 
their love, or in showing it sexually. Women had been the best lovers of 
women since time began. Now that they had found each other, they must hold 
on to each other. As long as no suspicion of their activities became public, 
they would be entirely safe to enjoy the mutual delights of sapphic love 
indefinitely. 

After they had showered and dressed, Dahlia drove Rosie home. She drove with 
one hand, the other lightly caressing the young girl's knee. 

"Oh, by the way, Rosie. I have some exciting news, well, you know the mayor 
has been taking an active interest in girls' sports since we got all that 
state-wide coverage with the championship last year. He's arranged a special 
exhibition game for us; a sort of pre season warm up. We should get a lot of 
publicity." 

"Who are we playing." 

"Well, it's a little strange. He's arranged a game with the softball team at 
the LaCrosse Boys' Reformatory." 

"But won't that be dangerous?" 

"Oh, no. The mayor has assured me that the Corrections Department will take 
every security precaution. The Reformatory warden thinks it'll be good for 
the inmates to see a few girls, even if it's just to play softball. And he's 
told me that nothing can possibly go wrong." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jack Rivers sat in solitary thought on his bunk. He was in a solitary cell 
of Block C at the LaCrosse Boys' Reformatory. At twenty years of age, he was 
already a hardened con, and with good reason. He'd already been in the 
institution for three and a half years of an indeterminate sentence. 

Jack was a leader among the population of the Reformatory. Tall, well-built, 
with full sensuous lips drawn back in a perpetual sardonic smile, he won the 
respect of all who met him. Just as there are natural leaders, so are their 
natural followers, and Jack had the largest coterie in the prison. He never 
pulled a work detail, but spent his work time in the gym, keeping his 
muscular frame up to par. Or else he worked out with his Softball team. It 
had been his idea to organize a regular team in the joint, and he was its 
captain. Jack had been careful never to be caught breaking the rules, and so 
had become a trustee even as he had built his own clandestine organization 
under the nose of the warden. 

But it was not softball, or black market activities that occupied his mind 
now. He was thinking of the bitch who was responsible for his situation. He 
had been convicted on a rape charge. He'd been leisurely screwing the 
daughter of a prominent politician in the cellar of her home, when the old 
man had burst in. Immediately, the little cunt had started to scream and 
struggle, just as she had moaned and humped with wild abandon a moment 
before. The father had been outraged, and, had Jack not even then been a 
fine physical specimen, probably would have beat him. As it was, he called 
the cops. The young girl had duly testified to his brutal rape, and here he 
was. 

He looked at the blanket that he'd tied to the bars of his cell to obscure 
him from the view of the passing guards, and slowly massaged the bulge in 
his groin. It was time to indulge his favorite fantasy. 

As Jack lay back on his bunk, sliding his prison levis down over his hips to 
expose his slowly swelling prick, he lost himself in the reverie that had 
obsessed him since his incarceration. 

He was in a basement. The cinder block walls were well-illuminated by the 
glare of an overhead light. In one corner cowered Grace Platt, staring in 
fear. He stood, tall and masterful, and looked at the man who stood bound to 
the wall in the opposite corner. It was Councilman Robert Platt. The two men 
glared at each other in mutual hatred. 

"Well, Mr. Platt, we meet again. It seems the last time the three of us were 
together, you interrupted me in the middle of some urgent business. By your 
leave, I think I'll complete that business now." He favored the helpless man 
with a sly smirk. 

"You little hooligan! If you touch a hair on my daughter's head I'll ... 
I'lll" 

"You'... what, Councilman?" Jack jeered. "I don't think you're in a position 
to do anything but relax and enjoy the show. 

Jack strode slowly over to where Grace knelt in the corner. Reaching down, 
he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He slapped her hard 
across the face. 

"Now, you little bitch. You're going to do everything exactly as I tell you 
to. Do you understand?" 

The terrified girl could only nod dumbly. 

"Good. We wouldn't want to give your father anything less than an excellent 
show, would we? Answer me!" He backhanded her roughly. 

"N-n-n-no ..." Grace stuttered. 

With one clean motion, Jack reached up and tore the girl's blouse open 
completely from the neck-line down. The tops of her creamy breasts showed 
above her cotton bra. 

"What? A bra? I thought little sluts like you never wore such things." He 
pulled a switchblade knife from his pocket, opened it, and cut through the 
fabric with one cut. The garment fell open, revealing the luscious 
protuberances of her tits. The nipples were the size of half dollars, 
insolently turned upward. He reached out his hands and cupped her breasts, 
then squeezed the nipples brutally. The girl let out a gasp of pain. From 
the corner, Grace's father began to rant and rave obscenely. 

Jack turned calmly. "One more outburst such as that," he said, in perfect 
mimicry of the judge at his trial, "and I'll have to further restrain you 
with a gag, Mr. Platt." The Councilman shut up, clenching his fists in 
impotent rage. 

Jack turned his attention back to the girl standing in front of him. She 
looked into his eyes, seeing only cruelty and vengeance. He reached down and 
tore her skirt from her hips, ripping the fabric. He cast the garment aside, 
then used his knife to slit the panties from her body. She stood in front of 
him completely naked. 

"Please, Jack," she whimpered. "I didn't want to do it. He made me." She 
pointed to her father. 

"Well, what a touching display of family unity." Jack grinned "But I'm 
afraid you played your part a little too well, Grace. I don't buy it." He 
pushed her rudely over to the far wall, where two iron loops were nailed 
into the cinder blocks about six and a half feet from the floor. 

Taking some rope from a coil on the floor, Jack cut two lengths and 
proceeded to tie the girls wrists, leaving her standing tip-toe, securely 
bound. He stepped back and picked up a vicious rawhide whip from the floor. 

"Oh, no! Please, Jack, no! I'll do anything you want!" 

"You'll do anything I want, anyway, cunt!" Jack spat as he cracked the whip 
against the wall a few times, trying it out. Then he suddenly swung it at 
the young girl's nude beauty. 

Crack! The whip sailed through the air and landed on Grace's pale, round 
buttocks. When it came away, Jack was satisfied to see a long ugly welt 
where the whip had made contact. He swung again, and again, until Grace's 
beautiful ass was criss-crossed with bright red marks. He crossed the room 
and began to roughly feel the tortured globes with his free hand, pushing 
and probing, sticking a finger in between them to brutally jab at her 
puckered asshole. She whimpered and then screamed in affronted agony. Jack 
smiled, turned, and winked at her father, who had begun to bellow in 
impotent rage from his corner. 

"What's the matter, Councilman. Didn't you ever want to spank your lovely's 
daughter's butt?" 

Jack walked back to the middle of the room and commenced to work the whip up 
and down the naked girl's back, leaving her entire rear from thighs to 
shoulder-blades a red mass of tortured flesh. As he worked, he could feel 
the bulge in his tight pants grow larger and larger as the grotesque scene 
exited his lust. 

Suddenly he walked, over and untied Grace's bonds. She sank to the floor in 
mute agony. 

"That's fine bitch. You're just where I want you." He unbuckled his pants, 
unzipped them, and let them fall to the ground, stepping out of them. He 
wore no underwear, and the engorged mass of his cock stuck out like an 
impaling spear, only inches from Grace's moaning mouth. 

"All right, bitch. Suck it!" he commanded. 

Grace looked up at him in terror. 

"I said suck it!" he shouted, clouting her on the side of the head. "And 
you'd better make it good, if you know what's good for you!" 

Agonizingly, the girl moved her tortured body over to him. Her head was just 
on a level with his pulsing prick, and she could see the small clear droplet 
of love juice on the tip. Hesitantly, she took the head in her mouth, 

"That's it, cunt," Jack moaned as he felt his throbbing erection engulfed in 
the warm nest of the girl's mouth. "Now suck it! And you can fondle my 
balls, too, while you're at it." 

Grace was beyond resistance. She reached out her hands and cupped Jack's 
low-hanging balls in her palms, stroking and caressing them unconsciously. 

"MMmmm ... That's good. I'll bet you've had a lot of practice at this. How 
about it, Councilman," he said, turning to face the white-faced man in the 
corner. "You don't think I was the first to shag your innocent daughter, do 
you? I was just the first sap to be unlucky enough to get caught doing it. 
She's been fucking and sucking with half the guys in town for years!" He 
turned back to the expert blow job he was receiving from the battered girl 
at his knees. 

Grace closed her eyes, trying to pretend that this wasn't happening to her. 
But the insistent prodding of the erect cock at the back of her throat 
forced her to keep her thoughts on the present. She knew that Jack was 
capable of anything, so she sucked and moved her tongue around the engorged 
head of his organ, teasing the nerve clump that ran on the underside, gently 
squeezing his balls as she moved the shaft of his prick in and out of her 
puckered mouth. 

Suddenly, Jack jerked his cock from its warm nesting place. "I think that's 
enough foreplay for me. I've got other plans for this hard-on." 

Grace looked up, uncomprehending, as Jack grabbed her by the hair and pulled 
her to her feet. He pulled her across the room to a construction site saw 
horse, and pushed her over it, head down. Her lovely white tits swung freely 
from her chest. Her red, tortured ass jutted up, the cheeks slightly spread 
by her position. 

"Say, Councilman," Jack called. "I'll bet you've never seen your daughter's 
asshole! Well, I haven't either. She always wanted just straight fucking, or 
to give head. Anything else was 'sick.' Well, where I've been, I've seen a 
lot of assholes, and been in most of them, too. You know about men in 
prison, don't you, Councilman? I've developed into quite a connoisseur of 
assholes. Let's see how Grace's measures up." 

He bent over the tortured flesh of Grace's back and pulled her painful 
buttocks apart roughly. She let out a cry of pain which seemed only to swell 
Jack's lusting prick even further. He bent closer to inspect the tiny 
puckered sphincter. He inserted a finger, moving it around. "Hmmm ... 
Awfully tight. But we'll fix that." he grinned evilly. 

"You monster! I'll see you dead for this!" 

"Why, Councilman, I hardly think you're in a position to make threats 
against me." 

Jack suddenly lunged forward, plunging the head of his cock into Grace's 
upturned asshole. The girl shrieked in pain. Jack grinned. 

Grace was in agony. Her body felt like it was being torn in two. Her asshole 
had never been violated, and Jack hadn't even used a lubricant. Slowly, inch 
by inch, thrust by thrust, he worked his swollen prick up her intestinal 
canal. He reached forward and down, leaning over her welt-covered back to 
cup her hanging tits, squeezing the nipples. She groaned; her back was on 
fire at the touch of his chest. 

Jack began to pump in and out of her asshole in rhythm to her suffering 
moans. His prick was firmly lodged deep within her; his hanging balls swung 
against the back of her thighs with each hard thrust. 

Grace began to feel an odd tingling in her asshole. The nerve endings in her 
rectum began to send little involuntary messages of pleasure to her brain. 
Despite the pain and agony of Jack's body thrusting against her tortured 
buttocks. She began to relax in a warm haze of sexual excitement. She began 
to gyrate her hips against him, moving backward to meet each thrust of his 
pulsating cock. 

'Well, what do you know! She likes it!' Jack was surprised, but delighted. 
He knew how humiliating this was for the bound father, and the fact that his 
daughter was enjoying this rape, reveling in the slow ass-fucking, made his 
satisfaction It revenge even sweeter. 

Jack quickened his tempo as he felt a surge in his balls that told him he 
was near his climax. In and out, in and out of her asshole he plunged his 
raging prick. Suddenly he couldn't control his lust any longer. 

Grace could feel the mad humping. She knew that Jack as about to come, and 
redoubled the pace of her own gyrations to try to reach a climax before he 
was finished. She felt a series of hot flashes over her entire body, and 
reached a hot, savage peak of lust just as she felt Jack's cock erupt, 
spewing stream after stream of hot jism into her violated asshole. 

Jack moved back from the sweating, abused girl slung over the saw horse and 
stroked his slowly subsiding prick fondly. 

Jack now turned his attention to the figure of Grace's father, standing with 
clenched fists where he was tied in the corner. 

"Well, Councilman, that's quite a hot little number you've got there, eh? 
Bet you didn't know what a piece she was. I've done you a favor. And I'll 
tell you what. I'm going to do you one more!" 

He walked over to the outraged father and suddenly reached down and grabbed 
his crotch. The Councilman gasped in rage and pulled his hips back. But it 
was too late. He had a hard-on from watching his own daughter abused and 
raped. As he hung his head down to his chest, tears of shame welled from his 
closed eyes. 

"Oh, don't feel too bad, Pops. Every father has a secret desire to make it 
with his own daughter. And you're going to get the chance to do it!" 

Piatt glanced up. Hatred filled his eyes. "You little piece of shit!" He 
spat. 

"Why, Councilman. Such language! And in front of an impressionable young 
girl as well! I'm shocked." 

He walked back over to where Grace lay, still bent over the saw horse, 
quivering and shaking. He pulled her to her feet and dragged the benumbed 
victim across the floor to stand in front of her father. Father and daughter 
averted their eyes. Jack laughed cruelly and pushed Grace to her knees in 
front of her humiliated sire. 

Grace stared dumbly at the bulge in her father's suit pants. Surely not ... 
Not with her own father! 

"All right, bitch. You give such good head that I can't keep it all to 
myself. I think our distinguished statesman here deserves a little of your 
lovin' too. Take down his pants!" 

Thoroughly cowed, Grace obeyed. She unbuckled her father's belt, unzipped 
his fly, and let his pants drop in a crumpled mass at his ankles above the 
ropes that bound him in his upright position. 

"And the underwear." 

Grace obediently pulled down her father's boxer shorts. She was staring 
straight at the swollen head of her own father's cock. She could see the 
bright blue of the distended veins along the side of the shaft. His cock was 
pulsing, throbbing right at her. 

Robert Platt was thoroughly humiliated. He couldn't even control his own 
erection. This monster was going to force his own daughter to commit an act 
of incest with him, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it! 

Jack dealt a stinging blow to Grace's head. "Suck it! Lick it! You bitch 
would you suck it! You know you'll enjoy it. Don't hold back." 

"Suck it, bitch! Give your father some head! And make it as good as you did 
for me!" 

Grace craned her neck forward and enveloped the head of her father's prick 
with her warm moist mouth. She slowly sucked the shaft until the bulbous 
head was firmly lodged at the back of her throat. 

Robert Platt moaned. He couldn't control himself. Even the knowledge that it 
was his own daughter who was so expertly sucking him off couldn't keep him 
from moaning in exquisite pleasure. The sensation was indescribable. He 
could feel Grace's tongue as it lapped along the shaft of his throbbing 
cock, caressing the nerve fibers under the head, and repeating the route all 
over again. The sucking on his prick was driving him mad. Suddenly a chill 
of ecstasy went through his body as he felt Grace's soft, warm hands cup and 
caress his balls, moving up and down the inside of his thighs, reaching 
again to the sack, lovingly working his passion up to fever pitch. 

It was too much! Jack sat down on the saw horse and watched as father and 
daughter lost themselves in the ritual of oral love. If only he had a 
camera! He reached down and started to jerk his own stiffening organ, 
watching avidly as Platt's gross, thick prick worked its way in and out of 
Grace's moist mouth. 

Piatt could feel the churning in his balls start to reach a peak. His cock 
slid in and out of Grace's sucking mouth, over her pursed lips, picking up 
tempo until his hips were a blur of sexual activity. Grace sensed the coming 
orgasm and sucked even harder. Her own pussy was itching beginning to drip. 
Suddenly the Councilman exploded, shooting rivers of hot, sticky come into 
his daughter's waiting mouth. It filled her mouth, dripping down her throat, 
dribbling out of the side of her lips onto the creamy flesh of her quivering 
tits. As Platt relaxed his body, held up only by the ropes that bound him to 
the wall, his lovely daughter sank into a heap at his feet. 

But not for long. Jack strode over to the whimpering girl, still stroking 
his now rock-hard cock, and threw her over onto her back at her father's 
feet. Roughly throwing her legs apart, he mounted her, shoving his thrusting 
prick into her sopping cunt. He humped wildly, twisting and tweaking her 
nipples with his fingers as he came into her, shooting a steady stream of 
white come into the recesses of her body. He collapsed onto the thoroughly 
humiliated girl's body, and the three of them remained in position. They 
made a strange tableau, the respectable politician, his pants and underwear 
at his ankles, slumped in his bonds, still wearing his suit coat and tie. At 
his feet, the tangled mass of his naked daughter and her pantsless rapist, 
heaving in exhausted sighs, slickly sweaty. 

After a few moments, Jack arose and began to dress. After he had put on his 
boots and socks, he walked over and rudely pulled the girl to her feet. 
Holding her up, he tied her to the same rings in the wall that held her 
father, so that the two of them were bound in obscene propinquity, her 
breasts pressed against the older man's shirt front, the Councilman's limp 
prick hanging between his daughter's come-dripping thighs. 

"OK, folks. I guess that's it. I'll call the papers in a few hours, after 
I'm across the state line, and let them know where you are. Won't that be a 
scene? Why, Councilman, you might even make the front pages of the national 
press! What a break for an up and coming politician!" He chortled obscenely 
and left his victims in their bound humility. As the fantasy scene ended, 
Jack Rivers felt his balls churning as he lay on the bunk of his cell, and, 
as his mind was filled with the image of Grace and her father bound together 
in nude obscenity, his stroking hand brought forth a geyser of hot come from 
his throbbing organ to shoot up in the air and land all over his chest and 
stomach. 

He lay for a moment, drained, full of the satisfaction he felt at the 
visualization of the torment of the Platt's, then groped for the towel by 
his cot and wiped the come from his body. He stood and began to dress. It 
was time for the meeting! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Barbara Lassnow moaned softly in the back of her throat as she felt a warm 
tongue lapping gently at her erect nipples. She looked up at the stars from 
the blanket upon which she lay with her boyfriend, Joe, and drifted through 
space as he expertly made love to her. His questing lips moved down her 
body, over her down-covered belly, and lingered in the dark muff of her 
pubic mound. His head dipped, and Barbara moaned at the first contact 
between his tongue and the tender outer lips of her pouting pussy. 

Barbara was sixteen, but she'd already been sexually active for two years, 
the last year and a half with Joe, the quarterback of the school football 
team. He was a wonderful lover, and they spent as many evenings fucking as 
they could possibly arrange. 

She sighed in ecstasy as Joe flicked his tongue through her portal of 
pleasure and licked upward, lingering on her swollen clit. She opened her 
eyes to see the thrusting monster of Joe's prick hanging over her mouth, the 
sack of his balls dangling down along the underside of the shaft. She 
reached up and gently stoked the organ before pulling Joe's torso down and 
encircling the purple swollen head with her rose-red lips. She could feel a 
redoubling of Joe's wild sucking and lapping at her pussy as she began to 
gently suck at his prick. They seemed to suck for an eternity as her mind 
drifted up in the clouds. Suddenly Joe moved his face from her dripping 
snatch and reversed his body. He kissed her lingeringly on the lips, 
entwining their tongues together. She could taste the musky flavor of her 
pussy juices, just as he could taste the light saltiness of his first drops 
of come on her lips. 

Slowly, he moved to mount her, intruding his muscle of love into her cunt 
slowly, inch by inch until she was stuffed to the womb. 

"MMMMmmmmm ..." she moaned, as he began a slow circular thrusting in and out 
of her cunt. She rotated her hips to match his movement, feeling a little 
thrill each time the top of the shaft met the throbbing swelling of her 
tender clit. 

Joe moaned into her ear. "Oh, Babs, you are the greatest." His hands were 
under her creamy buttocks, clenching, driving her groin up against his. 

Barbara was in heaven. Joe moved one hand up to push its way between their 
heaving chests, squashing her breast against her rib cage as he squeezed the 
tender nipple, driving her to new heights of excitement. His mouth found 
hers again, and their tongues danced the universal boogie of love. She 
reached down between them to cup his balls on either side of his prick, 
feeling the silky friction as his cock rubbed against the flats of her hands 
each time it thrust in and out of her wet pussy. 

Joe pulled both of his hands from her body, and began to lightly trace a 
pattern up and down her flanks, lingering on the out-thrust curves of her 
tits where they swelled out from his confining chest. He could feel his 
balls beginning to ache, feel the pressure on his cock that meant he was 
about to reach his climax. Gasping and panting, his hips moving wildly, he 
thrust in and out of Barbara's tender cunt with savage abandon. At the same 
time, she could feel heat waves all over her body. Her nipples felt so erect 
she feared they might explode in her passion. Love juices flowed in rivulets 
down her vagina to lubricate even more the luscious lips of her stuffed box. 
She bucked against her lover wildly, feeling the head of his cock as it 
moved in, then out of her cunt, almost pulling out, stimulating her swollen 
clit even more with each deep thrust. She moaned aloud. 

It was coming now. Joe moved ever faster. He couldn't wait any longer. 

Barbara moaned aloud. "Oh ... Joe ... It's so good ... Don't ever stop ... 
Oh, Joe ... MMMMMmmmmmmm ... " 

Suddenly Joe erupted in a mad burst of motion. His torso slapped into hers 
wildly and noisily as a cry of bestial passion burst from his throat. 
Simultaneously, Barbara began to thrash wantonly under him, emitting little 
gasps and whines, snorting air through her nostrils as the full heat and 
sensation of her tumultuous climax hit her, driving the air from her lungs, 
leaving her an exhausted, sweat-covered beast of sated passion and lust. 

Afterwards, they lay beside one another, smoking. 

"Oh, lover, you were wonderful ... " Barbara snuggled up under his armpit. 

"Always am, Babe. Comes from keepin' in trainin'." 

"Oohh ... That's right. I have to get home soon. I'm in training too, you 
know." 

"What, for that girls' softball? What kind of training is that?" 

"It's just as strict as yours," she retorted as she stuffed the large white 
orbs of her rose-tipped breasts back into her bra and put on her sweater. As 
Joe watched the creamy softness of her butt disappear into her tight jeans, 
he realized that she was serious. He'd get no more nooky tonight. Wearily, 
he began to put on his clothes as well. 

"And, besides, smarty, we're going to play a boys' team next week." 

"What kind of boys' team?" 

"Well, it's a sort of a pre season exhibition game that the mayor arranged. 
We're going to play a team from the Lacrosse Reformatory." 

"What! Where are you going to play?" 

"At the reformatory, of course." 

"But that's a really rough joint, Babs. They've got killers and rapists and 
God knows what else penned in there. I don't like it." 

"Oh, it'll be perfectly safe. Besides, those poor boys deserve a little 
thrill once in a while. After all, they don't have the same outlets that you 
do." She leered at him lasciviously. 

"Well, I'm still worried. Who knows what some of those punks might get into 
their heads once they see that pretty little rear of yours up on the 
pitcher's mound?" 

"It doesn't matter what they get into their heads. Only you'll ever get that 
pretty little rear in your hands." She leaned over and gave him a lingering 
kiss on the mouth as she snaked her hand into his still open jeans and 
caressed his limp prick. He moaned in surprise and pleasure. 

Leaning down, she pulled the slowly stiffening organ from his pants and 
engulfed it in her mouth. Sucking, she soon had a raving hard-on gagging 
her, pressing into the back of her throat. She sucked and ran her tongue 
around the head until Joe thought he would pass out from sheer pleasure. He 
held back, reaching out to feel the globes of her tits through the material 
of her sweater and bra. He gasped as she put on a show of suction power to 
rival a vacuum cleaner. 

Barbara could feel the strong pulsing in his prick that meant he was about 
to come. She sucked frenziedly, lovingly at the distended organ that swelled 
her cheeks and stuffed her throat. Suddenly it was upon him. With a wild 
groan of animal lust, he exploded in her mouth. She almost choked as spurt 
after spurt of hot, white, salty come flooded her mouth. She swallowed every 
drop, licking her lips, torturing him with further licks to the head of his 
erupting cock. She cupped her hands under her chin to catch the overflow 
and, after he had finished, she lapped up the little puddle of come from her 
palms with glee. 

"There, lover, how was that?" She grinned at him playfully. 

"Always the best, baby. You're always the best. But I still wish you 
wouldn't go to that prison game. I'm worried. Couldn't you pretend to be 
sick or something? You've got a relief pitcher, don't you?" 

"Little Carlotta? She doesn't have the power to play against men. Besides, 
I'm kind of looking forward to seeing the inside of a real prison. There are 
going to be all kinds of important people there. Miss Peterson said the 
Governor might even show up. They're making a special meal for us in the 
dining hall. We're going to have a special table all to ourselves with the 
visitors, but the prisoners are going to get the same meal at their tables. 
Isn't that nice for them?" 

"I still don't like it." 

"Oh, pooh! You're just jealous. What could possibly happen to us with the 
mayor and all those important people there?" 

At that very moment, in a corner of the dining hall at the Lacrosse Boys' 
Reformatory, there was a meeting in progress of the Committee of Twelve, 
chaired by Jack Rivers. Strangely enough, they were discussing the answer to 
Barbara's question. Had she been privy to their conservation, she might have 
been a little more prudent in heeding her boyfriend's advice. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The common. They were all leaders in Jack Rivers' black market and extortion 
ring, and they were all members of the Reformatory Softball team. They 
ranged from Jesus Ortega, at fourteen the youngest member of the cabal, to 
Ron Lonnigan, twenty-four. Lonnigan should really have been transferred to 
the penitentiary upon reaching twenty-one years of age, but a hefty bribe to 
the reformatory records clerk had served to have his papers doctored. 
Officially he was now nineteen. Jack Rivers couldn't afford to lose 
Lonnigan. A hulking moronic giant, Ron was Jack's right hand, an 
enthusiastic enforcer who saw to it that the gang's plans were not foiled or 
betrayed by anyone. 

The young thugs were gathered around a table in a dark corner of the 
reformatory dining hall. On the table sat a bottle of whiskey, a dozen 
glasses, and a plate of cold cuts stolen from the kitchen. The rest of the 
inmates had been in lockup long before, but such trivial regulations were 
beneath the notice of Jack Rivers and his crew. 

The twelve were discussing their strategy for the day of the softball game. 
Unfortunately for Dahlia Peterson and her squad, their strategy had very 
little to do with the great American pastime. Suddenly there came a light 
tapping at the dining hall door. Putting his finger to his lips, Jack rose 
and stealthily walked to the iron door and opened it a crack, admitting 
light from the corridor outside. 

"It's all right, fellows," Jack whispered, turning with a grin. "It's our 
favorite screw. He's brought some company!" 

He opened the door wide to admit Kenny Bursk. Bursk was a tall, burly man of 
forty-five or so. He was captain of the night guard, and probably the 
meanest correctional officer in the institution. He'd been known to club 
inmates into unconsciousness for merely neglecting to greet him by name in 
the corridors. He was also deeply enmeshed in the web of corruption that 
Jack Rivers had spun throughout the reformatory. 

Following the hefty guard officer were two women, both well known to the 
group around the table. The Shirley sisters were the most notorious hookers 
in the city. They were regular visitors to the Committee of Twelve meetings. 
Although both were well past their primes, they were the only prostitutes in 
town who would submit to the depraved lusts of these young men who had been 
for so long deprived, of the company of normal women. They stepped in front 
of Bursk and walked over to the stage where the prison officers normally 
ate, lying down on the mattresses placed there for their use. 

Jack grinned as he handed Bursk a folded twenty dollar bill. "Okay, Kenny. 
Now you can go buy some vaseline and a new pair of boots for your old lady." 

Bursk seethed as he took the money. It was galling for him to have to cater 
to this young pup and his no good companions, and one day he'd see that Jack 
got what he deserved. But right now he needed the money more than his 
self-respect. 

Jack turned to his cohorts as he closed the door behind the burly guard. He 
grinned. "Gentlemen, I declare the regular business of this meeting at an 
end. Has the entertainment chairman a report to make. 

Ron Lonnigan rose slowly. 

"Yeah, boss. I got all the stuff you wanted. It wasn't easy. I almost had to 
bust a few heads to get the guys to pick it up in town." 

One of the gang's regular sources for the illicit supplies was the team of 
trustee couriers who made regular supply runs into the city for the warden. 
They were afraid of being caught, but more afraid of crossing the 
psychopathic Lonnigan. 

"Excellent, Ron. Let's have it." 

Lonnigan placed a cardboard box on the table, and the group gathered around 
to peer inside. 

Jack turned to the Shirley sisters. "Girls, could you step over here a 
moment?" He could never remember which was which. No one could. 

The two hookers looked at one another. What was going on? Usually this call 
was a simple half dozen quick couplings on the mattresses. What did these 
young thugs have in mind for tonight? 

"Girls, we have a surprise for you tonight," Jack said as the two whores 
faced him. "The boys and I are planning to do some entertaining next week, 
and we want you to try out the party favors. To see if our guests will enjoy 
them," he added. 

The girls smiled. "Oh, we love parties," they chanted in unison. "We'll be 
glad to help you out!" 

"Good, good. Now, why don't you two strip down to your skivvies while I 
check out the favors and decide which ones we'll try out on you first." 

As the girls began to disrobe, Jack began to rummage around in the box on 
the table, mumbling to himself. He stood erect and smiled at Lonnigan. 
"You've done splendidly, Ron. Now girls, if you'll just step over here a 
moment?" 

As the girls approached the table, they were grabbed from behind by members 
of the gang, who forced their hands out in front of them. Jack quickly 
slipped a pair of handcuffs on each. 

"Hey, what is this?" 

"Now, ladies, this is our surprise. Don't spoil it. Reaching into the box 
again, he extracted a pair of rubber gags with tongue blocks on the bottoms 
and placed them around each girl's face. Suddenly fear showed in the blowsy 
hookers' faces. They mumbled into the gags, emitting incomprehensible 
sounds. 

"That's all right, girls. We just don't want you making any noise. We 
wouldn't want to rouse the place and get our good friend Kenny in trouble 
now, would we?" 

His followers dragged the now terrified girls with them as they followed 
their leader across the dining hall to a small wire mesh cage against the 
far wall. Lonnigan brought along the box. 

The cage was used for the feeding of problem inmates. Jack grinned as he 
watched his followers tie the girls' handcuffs to the wire mesh, leaving 
them standing with their arms outstretched above their heads. He gestured, 
and two of the gang tied the girls' legs to the wire mesh, spread far apart. 

"Now, what a fetching sight you make," Jack leered. 

The whores squirmed and writhed against the mesh and their cruel bonds. It 
was fruitless. 

Jack strolled over to the Shirley sister on the right. He grabbed her hair 
and yanked backward viciously, forcing her to look into his deep black eyes. 

"Now, then. As I recall, you like to get it in the ass, don't you. The 
terrified girl squirmed in horror as Jack yanked her head up and down in a 
mocking imitation of assent. 

"Well, I think we can accommodate you there. But you see, my boys get quite 
enough ass fucking in the normal course of things. We've got a little 
surprise for you, though." 

Jack reached out his hand, and Lonnigan handed him a long, thin metal rod 
with a red button on the end. Jack waved it in front of the girl's face as 
he viciously ripped her panties from her body with his free hand. 

"Do you know what this is?" Jack crooned. 

The shaken hooker could only stare dumbly. 

"Well, let me demonstrate. He pressed the tip of the rod to the whore's 
cheek and lightly thumbed the button on the end. She choked into her gag and 
writhed in pain as an electric shock coursed through her bound body. 

"That's right. I think she's got it!" he exclaimed, turning to his leering 
cohorts. 

He looked back into his frightened victims eyes. "That's right. This is a 
cattle prod. Ranchers use it to get tired old cows to move where they want 
them. I'm going to use it to get your tired old ass to move the way I want 
it." 

The girl began to moan lowly into her gag, beseeching the young criminal 
with her eyes to spare her the agony he planned. Jack was unmoved. Stepping 
behind her, he gestured to two members of his gang. They moved forward and 
pulled the girl's hips as far from the mesh as her bound hands and feet 
would allow and held her there, her body forming a wide vee with her round 
ass at the bottom, pointing away from the cage. 

Jack leaned down and spread the cheeks of the girl's ample ass. Curiously, 
he inserted a finger into her puckering asshole, wriggling it around. 

"Pretty loose," he commented. "Must've had a lot of use." 

The gang let out a gale of raucous laughter. 

Jack slowly introduced the cattle prod into the girl's anus. She began to 
struggle as she felt the cold metal shaft move further and further up her 
intestinal canal. The gang members holding her hips tightened their grips. 

At last Jack had inserted the prod a good eight inches into the girl's 
tender bumhole. He signaled his boys to let go of her. 

The girl shrieked a muffled cry into her gag as she fell back against the 
wire mesh, feeling the rigid prod push up against her vitals. 

"I don't think we'll need to hold her now," Jack said. "Once I get this 
thing going, she'll back off on her own." 

Jack thumbed the prod's control button lightly. As the first jolt of 
electricity, the mildest possible, began to radiate through the tender 
tissues of the girl's intestines, she jerked her torso away from the mesh, 
forming perfectly on her own the arched position in which the gang had 
previously been holding her. Her body shook in pain as spasm after spasm 
shook her frame from the agony of electric shock. 

Jack took his finger from the button and approached his victim. "Did you 
enjoy that, my dear?" He gave her head another vicious yank. "She enjoyed 
it!" he exclaimed to his grinning followers. "Well, I think we can arrange 
more of the same. Moving behind her again, he grabbed the handle of the prod 
from where it drooped from the girl's tortured ass and cruelly pushed the 
red button as far down as it would go. 

The results were spectacular. Even the rubber gag couldn't completely 
obscure the girl's scream of pain and agony. Her back arched out from the 
mesh again' as the high voltage ripped through her tender frame. She writhed 
and gyrated in a futile attempt to escape the torture of the prod. As Jack 
removed his finger from the stud, she collapsed against the mesh, her eyes 
rolled up in her head, and she lost consciousness. 

Jack signaled to his followers to cut her down. She slumped to the dirty 
floor of the dining hall, her body drenched with sweat. Jesus Ortega went to 
the kitchen and returned a bucket of water, which he threw over the girl's 
supine body. Groaning through her gag, she began to come around. 

Jack knelt close to her face as awareness began to flood back into her eyes. 
She moaned in terror and pain as she saw the features of her tormentor only 
inches from her face. 

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? I'll bet you'll enjoy what my boys are 
going to do with you even more now that your asshole is a little more 
liberated. He gestured to his gang, and they dragged the girl's tortured 
body back to the stage. Jack watched for a moment as Ron Lonnigan produced a 
key and unlocked her handcuffs. Rolling her over on her back, he pulled his 
long skinny prick from his prison denims and cruelly plunged it into the 
depths of the girl's asshole. She screamed into her gag, agonized at this 
abuse of her asshole so soon after being tortured with the cattle prod. But 
Lonnigan paid no attention; her moaning and writhing seemed only to turn him 
on more as he began the motions of fucking. 

Jack smiled as he turned away from Lonnigan's frenzied fucking on the stage. 
Five more of his gang were grouped around the couple, awaiting their turns. 
The other five remained with Jack as he turned to the quivering figure of 
the other Shirley sister, still tied to the wire mesh cage. She looked over 
her shoulder as Jack approached, whimpering in fear as she thought of the 
scene she had just witnessed. What could these fiends possibly have in store 
for her after what they had done to her sister? 

"Well, my dear," Jack said as he approached her. "I'm afraid that I let my 
impatience get the better of me just then. I'd intended to leave the prod 
for the piece de resistance of this evening, but the temptation to try it 
out was too much for me. I'm afraid that the toy we have in store for you is 
going to seem tame by comparison. But I think you'll find it interesting, 
anyway." 

Stepping back he began to rummage in the box. Finding what he was looking 
for, he stepped back up to the cage and ripped the strap of the girl's bra. 
It clung to the mesh, held in place by her heavy breasts. At Jack's signal, 
two of his five followers grabbed her hips and pulled her body away from the 
cage as they had done with her sister. 

"That was a pretty drab bra you were wearing. I think you'll find this one 
much more interesting. He held up a leather bra to her face, then inverted 
the cups with his thumbs. The insides of the cups were covered with small 
metal studs, just barely coming to points. 

"Yes, I think this will look absolutely fetching on you." 

The girl widened her eyes in terror as the significance of the bra cups came 
home to her. She moaned into her gag. 

Jack reached around her and placed the cups around her full tits, then 
fastened the strap around her back. He motioned to his followers to let her 
go. Her breasts hit the wire mesh, forcing the points on the studs in the 
cups into the tender flesh. It was only the beginning. 

Jack reached into the box again and extracted a light leather riding crop. 
It would leave welts, cause pain, but leave no lasting marks. He hefted it 
in his hand as the terrified girl eyed him over her shoulder. Suddenly he 
swung hard at her panty-clad bottom. She jerked her body up in reaction to 
the cruel blow, forcing her tits into the cups of the leather bra with great 
force. Her head went back, the neck muscles straining as the gag stifled her 
cry of agony at the pain of the pointed metal studs pushing into her tender 
tits. 

"Excellent," Jack said. "But perhaps not quite enough. He stepped forward 
and ripped off her panties. Reaching into the box again, he extracted an 
enormous dildo. Coating it with vaseline from the box, he shoved it up her 
asshole in one quick motion. The girl writhed against the mesh in pain at 
this sudden violation of her tender orifice. 

"Yes, I think that's better," Jack said cheerfully, and stepped back again. 

Raising the crop, he struck again at the girl's naked buttocks, hearing a 
satisfying thwack as the crop struck the protruding end of the dildo. The 
reaction from the girl was immediate. She was in abject agony as her tits 
were abused by the metal points in the bra cups. At the same time, her 
gyrations of pain caused the huge dildo in her ass to press up and down 
against the tender membranes of her rectum, causing excruciating agony. 

Jack began to beat the girl with a regular rhythm, running the crop up and 
down her buttocks until both fleshy globes bore a pattern of red welts from 
the beating. Feeling himself tire, he handed the crop to another member of 
the gang, who took up where he had left off. Free, Jack pulled his swollen 
cock from his levis and began to massage it up and down. He could see by the 
telltale bulges in their pants, that the other members of his gang were as 
turned on at the spectacle of the tortured, bound hooker as he was. Good. A 
good leader must always keep his followers entertained! 

Finally Jack signaled a halt to the beating. Two of his gang busied 
themselves in untying the girl's feet and freeing her hands. 

When she was free, and lying on the floor, moaning through her gag, Jack 
knelt by her side and looked into her eyes. 

"Now, I'm going to remove this gag. You're not going to be a foolish girl 
and try to run, or scream, or anything like that, are you?" 

The terrified girl shook her head. 

Jack unfastened the gag from the back of her neck and almost tenderly 
massaged the red spot where it had bound her. Kneeling next to her, his 
swollen cock, protruding from his jeans, just touched the top of her head. 
He grinned. He pulled her to her feet as he stood, then forced her down into 
a kneeling position in front of him. 

"All right, lady. It's time for you to do something." 

Without his having, to say anything further, the abused hooker took his 
pulsing prick into her mouth and began to suck greedily. At least here was 
something she had been prepared for. 

As Jack began to enjoy the warm sucking lips around his prick, he glanced 
over to the stage. Little Jesus Ortega was fucking the other sister, who was 
on her back now. Jack could see Jesus' prick and balls as they worked up and 
down on the girl's crotch, their feet facing the tableau by the cage. 
Another gang member had his throbbing prick stuck into the hapless girl's 
mouth, pumping furiously as their victim writhed and moaned on the ground, 
still in pain from the terrific shock to her asshole. The turn-on of 
watching his friends take their pleasure so enthusiastically brought Jack to 
a quick climax, and he flooded the hooker's mouth with hot come. He pulled 
out of her mouth and reached down to give each of her bound tits a cruel 
tweak. She gasped and moaned in pain. As Jack stepped over to the table and 
poured himself a healthy shot of whiskey, another of his band stepped 
forward to take his place at the tortured whore's mouth. 

Later, after the girls had been handsomely paid and allowed to walk stiffly 
from the room, accompanied by Kenny Bursk, Jack sat alone at the dining hall 
table, sipping whiskey, deep in thought. The two hookers wouldn't say 
anything. They knew what would happen to them if they did. What concerned 
Jack now was the final planning for the next week's softball game. So, as 
the other members of the Committee of Twelve prepared for the drugged sleep 
of the sexually sated, their leader sat over a piece of paper in the 
deserted dining hall and prepared the proclamation which was to electrify 
the state and the nation. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Kenny Bursk scowled as he unlocked the front door of his modest five room 
house. It was eight-thirty of the morning following the sadistic orgy in the 
dining hall. He'd escorted the two hookers to the front gate, and noticed 
the wincing as they walked. What had those little bastards done to them, he 
had wondered as he accepted ten dollars from each of them for his procuring 
services. They'd told him that they wouldn't come back anymore, and this 
pissed the guard off. Now he'd have to find some more talent for the Rivers 
gang, and that wouldn't be easy. 

"Edie!" he called as he walked into the living room. His wife called back 
from the upstairs. "Be right down, dear." 

Bursk walked into the kitchen, smelling the savory aroma of his dinner in 
the oven. He opened the 'fridge and took out a can of beer. 

Returning to the living room, he sat down and reached forward to turn on the 
television. A children's cartoon show came on. That was the trouble with 
working this night trick. He never got to watch any of the good shows. He 
leaned back, sipping his beer and idly eyeing the antics of the animated 
figures on the screen. His thoughts wandered back to the events of the night 
just past. That Rivers punk and his buddies had been getting awfully cocky 
lately. Bursk had the gut feeling that they were up to something, and 
probably no good at that. Well, he just hoped they'd try it on his shift. 
He'd show them a thing or two! He'd wanted to get his hands on that Rivers 
kid ever since the first day he'd arrived at the reformatory. If the punk 
didn't have all the rackets in the joint sewn up, Bursk would have backed 
another contender long before and had his way with Rivers down in the hole, 
where none of his buddies could see what was going on. But the kid was 
smart; you had to give him that. He'd cleverly and ruthlessly eliminated 
every inmate who even seemed to be making a play for his power. None had 
measured up to him. 

Kenny put thoughts of the reformatory aside for the time being as his wife, 
Edie, came walking down the stairs from the bedroom. 

"Hello, dear. Hungry?" 

"You bet." He slugged down the rest of his beer and headed for the kitchen. 
His wife followed, and began setting the table for her man. In a few moments 
he had a steaming platter of roast beef and gravy, mashed potatoes, and 
vegetables in front of him, with another can of beer to wash them down with. 

"Eat hearty, dear," Edie said. "I need my man good and strong this morning." 

"Huh? What are you talking about?" 

"Well, I took a little trip downtown yesterday afternoon. I picked up a 
little surprise for you." She looked into his eyes with a mischievous and 
meaningful stare. 

Bursk began to wolf down his food. A surprise! His little lady never ceased 
to amaze him. He couldn't wait to see what it was. 

As he gulped down the last of his dinner and swallowed the dregs of his can 
of beer, Edie looked at him across the table with hooded eyes. 

"Ready for bed, dear?" 

"You bet. baby!" 

"All right," she said, rising from the table. The loose housecoat she wore 
failed to hide the lush curves of her figure. "Now you just wait right here 
until I call you. I've got to fix up your surprise before you come up." 

"Yes, dear," Bursk replied with an unaccustomed submissiveness in his tone. 
He followed his wife's swaying buttocks as far as the living room where he 
sank back down into his chair and focused his attention back on the cartoon 
show, impatiently awaiting his wife's call. It was about ten minutes later 
that he heard Edie's voice from the top of the stairs. "Kenneth! Come here 
at once!" Her tone was stentorian and commanding. 

Kenny lumbered to his feet. "Yes, dear," he called as he moved his heavy 
frame toward the stair. He gasped as he looked up at his wife at the head of 
the stairs, looking imperiously down at him. 

Edie Bursk was in leather from head to toe. Her full lush breasts were bound 
in a tight leather bra from which the nipples protruded through holes in the 
tips of the cups. 

Bursk got red in anticipation as he waited for his wife's command. His eyes 
ran over her feverishly now. He was hoping she'd be wearing crotchless black 
silk panties. She wore a leather garter belt, holding up thigh high black 
hose. She wore tight black leather boots laced up to mid-thigh. Around her 
neck was fastened a tight leather collar with projecting steel spikes a half 
an inch in length. 

Bursk gaped at his beautiful wife as he started up the stairs. 

"Halt, slave!" she barked. 

He stopped in his tracks. 

"Did I tell you to walk? When you approach me, you will do so in a 
respectful manner. On your knees! Crawl!" 

As Kenny dutifully sank to his knees and continued up the stairs clumsily, 
he could feel the blood rushing to his excited cock. So this was the 
surprise his wife had promised at dinner. What a woman! So commanding and 
powerful. If only that punk Rivers knew how close his little cracks about 
Kenny's sex life were to the truth! 

As Bursk reached the top of the stairs, Edie took a hand from behind her 
back and fastened a leather collar on a leash around his thick, muscular 
neck. With a cruel tug, she pulled him after her into the bedroom. There she 
halted and turned on her husband where he knelt on all fours, leashed, 
looking at her with adoring eyes. 

"Take off that uniform. I'm in control here. Take it off, I say!" 

Humbly, without getting up, Kenny squatted back on his legs and began to 
remove his uniform shirt. His wife looked on approvingly. As he struggled 
out of his pants, she hooked the leash over a post of the bed and walked to 
her dresser. When she returned, he was squatting naked on the rug, gently 
manipulating his erect prick. 

"Why, you swine! Did I tell you that you could give yourself pleasure?" 

"No, Master," he whispered in a subdued voice as he took his hands from his 
throbbing cock. 

"That's better. But I think you need a lesson in self discipline. It's lucky 
I happen to have this excellent training device here." 

It was a strange contrivance that Edie held out to her husband. Constructed 
of black leather, it resembled a jock-strap, except that the cup, rather 
than being flexible to accommodate a limp set of balls and a cock, was 
instead a long shaft of rigid leather, designed to hold an erect organ. 
There was an opening at the end just large enough for the tip of a penis to 
peek through, but sewn into the leather at the ends were a series of long 
metal barbs, curving inward over the opening. Anyone wearing this device and 
attempting to stimulate himself would only succeed in cutting his hands. 

"Lie on your back, dog!" Edie commanded. 

He obeyed, his excitement rising by the moment. It was always a treat when 
Edie went shopping in the sex shops downtown, and always made for an 
exciting evening of his favorite sort of sex. 

Kneeling, Bursk's leather-clad mistress lifted his heavy, hairy legs and 
slipped the leather cock strap on, pushing it up his thighs and forcing the 
straps over his muscular buttocks. Unlike a regular jock-strap, which has 
two straps, one for each side of the ass, this device had three straps, one 
of which went right up the crack between Kenny's buttocks. He grimaced as 
she pushed in on this strap, suddenly realizing that he hadn't noticed 
before that this strap had affixed to it a three inch rubber plug, which 
Edie shoved rudely up his asshole. She raised the cock sack and pulled the 
stiff leather over his cock. Only then did he realize that there was no 
space in the shaft for his balls. There was rather a tight leather band 
which flattened his scrotum against his crotch, forcing his balls up into 
his body painfully. 

"Now I think we're ready for some entertainment," Edie said with a smile as 
she stepped back to examine her handiwork. Kenny was sprawled on the floor, 
naked save for the leather device around his crotch and the collar around 
his neck. The tip of his erection peeked out from the hole in the end of the 
leather shaft, falling just short of touching the tips of the metal barbs 
above it. As she leered at her husband, she could see the surging of blood 
in the bulbous head of his cock as his excitement grew. 

"Stand up, slave," she commanded. 

He obeyed, feeling the dull pain as the plug in his ass shifted position. 

"Now, follow me," she said curtly and began to sashay toward the bathroom 
door. Kenny followed slowly behind her, his eyes glued to the shapely globes 
of her rotating buttocks as they were exposed at the bottom of the 
crotchless panties and framed by the leather garter belt. His excitement 
grew by leaps and bounds as they entered the bathroom. 

"Lie down in the tub," she ordered imperiously, pointing to the large 
porcelain fixture. 

Kenny's excitement continued to grow as he stepped into the tub and lay face 
up on the bottom. He knew what was coming, and his cock throbbed in 
anticipation. 

As soon as her husband had assumed his position in the tub, Edie stepped in 
and squatted above his face, her legs straddling his upper torso. 

From his position below her, Kenny could see the spread outer lips of her 
delectable pussy, glimpse the tender inner lips, even see the tip of her 
distended clit as it peeked out from under her pubic mound. Further back he 
could see the tiny puckering muscle of her tight asshole, could almost count 
the small, delicate hairs that surrounded it. As he lay there waiting, he 
could feel the sensual presence of the plug in his asshole, revel in the 
ache of his balls as they were strapped tightly to his body, and feel his 
pulsating cock's shaft as it struggled against the leather sheath that 
constrained it. Looking down, it seemed to him that the purple head was even 
closer to the sharp metal barbs that ringed the tip of the sheath. 

Kenny shut his eyes as suddenly a shower of shimmering urine began to jet 
from his wife's naked crotch. He gasped and averted his head in involuntary 
motion. 

"When I give you a gift, slave, you accept it!" Edie shouted as she struck 
down with closed fist on the leather strap that bound his balls. 

Kenny shrieked in agony as his tender balls flared up in pain. But he 
obediently opened his mouth and began to lap excitedly at the unabated 
stream of piss that was issuing from between his wife's legs. 

Edie looked down approvingly at her husband as he lapped up every drop of 
her golden discharge. Piss ran off his face into the bathtub beneath him, 
rolling down the porcelain to the drain. As she emptied her bladder, she 
could see Kenny squirming to catch the last few drops as they dripped from 
her bushy pubic hair. 

"That was very good, slave. You may have possibilities after all. But that 
was only the beginning!" 

As Kenny gazed up into his loving wife's crotch, she slowly began to lower 
herself on her haunches until her hairy crotch was pressed tightly against 
his face. 

"Now you may clean me," she commanded. 

Kenny groaned in agony and ecstasy as he snaked his tongue up out of his 
mouth and began to lap frantically at Edie's pussy. He ran his tongue up and 
down the outside of her furrowed snatch, licking the last drops of urine 
from the hairs. Then he turned his attentions inward. 

Edie smiled as she felt her submissive lover's tongue begin to insinuate 
itself into her cunt. She could feel the excitement building as her pussy 
lips began to exude their sweet love juices. She sighed and wriggled her 
bottom, pressing her juicy twat even closer against Kenny's face. 

Kenny could taste the acid taste of urine mixed with the salty-sweet taste 
of his wife's pussy juice. He lapped contentedly, moving his tongue from her 
swollen clit back along the inside of her pussy lips, then continuing to dip 
his sensitive tongue into her straining asshole. He momentarily abandoned 
her pussy for that nether orifice. Her sphincter was puckered outward from 
the strain of squatting low over his face, and it was easy to force his 
questing tongue deeply into her rear. He savored the musky aroma of her anus 
for a moment, licking and thrusting his tongue wildly, then trailed his 
mouth and lips back down to her sopping pussy. 

As he continued to lick at her squirming honeypot, Edie could feel the first 
hot flashes of orgasm running from her inflamed cunt to her brain. Her 
crotch was on fire. She began to press harder and harder against his mouth, 
threatening to smother him as she squeezed her lush tits through the leather 
of her bra, wildly stroking the swollen nipples where they stuck out a good 
half inch from the holes in the cups. Suddenly she gave out a shriek of 
passion, moving her hips in wanton abandon against the face of her lover, 
then fell backwards, resting against the wall of the bath cubicle as Kenny 
complacently licked the last vestiges of her orgasm from her quivering 
pussy. 

Edie lay back, spent, pressing her back against the cold tile of the 
bathroom wall, her pussy still glued by her full weight to her lover's face. 
He breathed with difficulty, his nose jammed into the crack of her ass, 
inhaling the heady stench of her asshole. 

Suddenly, Edie stood and stepped out of the bath. She surveyed the figure of 
her husband as he lay in the tub. His face was sopping wet, covered with a 
slimy mixture of love juice and urine. He was gasping for breath. His hands 
had involuntarily moved down to clutch at the strap that confined his balls, 
trying to ease the lingering ache of her closed-fisted punch. 

"Dog! Didn't I tell you to keep your hands away from there! Must I find 
further ways to discipline you?" She raised one high-heeled leather boot 
over the rim of the tub and brought it down full force in the center of the 
husband's stomach. He cried out in pain and doubled over in the tub, 
writhing in the streams of urine which had been trapped under his back as he 
had eaten his wife's pussy. 

"When you've suitably composed yourself, you will come back into the 
bedroom." She turned on her heel and left the room, pausing only to turn the 
shower head on full, engulfing her husband in a torrent of steaming hot 
water. He screamed in renewed agony as clouds of steam began to rise from 
the cold porcelain tub. Edie smiled to herself and closed the bathroom door 
behind her. 

Kenny staggered to his feet under the shower of scalding water. He reached 
out and turned the cold tap as far as it would go, heaving a sigh of relief 
as the refreshing flood of icy liquid began to soothe the pain of his abused 
body. He stood under the shower for a few moments. What was it in him that 
demanded this abject humiliation? How could he enjoy being tortured like 
this by the woman he loved. She hadn't been like this when they had married, 
but as she had learned more and more about her husband's secret aberration, 
she had come to enjoy playing the dominating slave-mistress more and more, 
until their lovemaking, such as it was, became a delight to them both. 

The husky, virile prison guard staggered from the shower and stood dripping 
on the bathroom floor. His cock was still throbbing inside its leather 
jacket. He reached down unconsciously to caress it, and winced in pain as 
his hand met the pointed leather barbs over his cock head. He stuck his 
fingers in his mouth, sucking off the blood, and reached for a towel with 
which to dry himself before walking back into the bedroom to see what 
further surprises his loving wife had cooked up for him this night. 

When Kenny walked stiffly from the bathroom, Edie was waiting for him. 

"Take off that contraption!" she commanded, pointing at the leather device 
around his waist and genitals. "I've got better things for you to do than 
parade around in that." 

Kenny did as he was told. As he slid the straps from around his buttocks and 
pulled the plug from his asshole, he felt a sensual excitement at his 
release. As the device slipped down his hairy thighs to fall in a heap on 
the carpet, he reached down to caress his swollen tortured balls, now 
released from their leather prison. 

"AAAHHhhhhh ..." he sighed in relief. 

Edie suddenly lunged at him from where she sat at the vanity and gave him a 
vicious slap across the face. 

"How many times must you be told!" she screamed. "You will touch yourself 
where I want you to, and only when I want you to. Is that perfectly clear?" 

"Yes, Master," he mumbled, staring down at the carpet, affectionately eyeing 
his swollen throbbing cock as it arched up toward his belly. He could see a 
clear drop of semen perched over the slit of the head, begging for the 
release of the flood of come backed up behind it. 

Edie saw his lascivious glance. "You shit!" she screamed. "It's my pleasure 
we're after here! I think you need another lesson in who's boss in this 
house." She turned her back to him and bent down to the lower drawer of the 
vanity, exposing her plump buttock and their dark, luscious furrow to his 
leering gaze. 

When she straightened up and turned, she was strapping on a leather device 
over her garter belt. Kenny recognized it at once, and his cock jerked 
upward in anticipation. 

Edie looked down as she strapped on the device. She could still feel the 
heat in her pussy from the head her husband had given her. Even now she 
could feel that burning start to increase again as she thought of the 
pleasure yet to come. 

"Raise your eyes and look at your master, dog!" 

Kenny looked up from the carpet and saw the thick, eight inch dildo 
protruding from his wife's leather bound thighs. He knew what was next. 

"Assume your position." 

Bursk meekly moved to the bed and knelt at the end, ass up in the air, 
buttocks flared, his head cradled in his hands. He felt the cool touch of 
his wife's fingers as she spread lubricant up and down the crack of his ass, 
then gasped as she thrust first one, then two fingers deep into his asshole, 
spreading jelly around the sensitive inside walls. Her hand was withdrawn 
and he waited. 

Edie spread lubricant thickly all over the thick, long rubber shaft strapped 
to her thighs, then knelt behind her husband at the foot of the bed. She 
just lingered there. 

The anticipation grew in Kenny. He knew his wife was kneeling just behind 
him on the bed. He had felt her as she climbed onto the mattress, could even 
now feel the heat of his body as she poised behind him for the thrust. It 
drove him crazy never to know when it was coming, and she knew it. 

Suddenly, Edie lunged forward. Kenny gasped in surprise and pain as the huge 
dildo was forced into the tiny opening of his asshole. His wife began a 
regular thrusting, in and out, in and out, as the rubber cock was slowly 
forced to its full length up his ass, inch by inch. As soon as it was fully 
in, eight inches up his rectum, Edie stopped moving, remained still, perched 
on the edge of the bed. 

Kenny waited for a moment, then, unable to bear more, nudged backwards 
gently against the dildo. 

Edie landed a terrific crack to the side of his ass. 

"You scum! You dare to try to make me bow to your desires!" 

Without moving the dildo in his ass, the leather-clad Amazon began a 
rhythmic spanking, swatting first one ass cheek, then the other, eliciting 
screams of pain from her submissive husband. She reached under his crotch 
and began to squeeze his cock and balls harshly and painfully. Kenny 
groaned' and writhed against the pain of her grasp and the stuffed feeling 
in his asshole. 

Suddenly Edie relaxed her grip on his tortured member and began the regular 
rhythm of buggery, drawing the dildo almost out of his stretched asshole, 
then pushing it all the way back in with savage lunges. 

Kenny could feel excitement mount in his rigid cock as his wife continued to 
fuck him in the ass with ever mounting vigor. He could feel a telltale 
churning in his balls as she picked up the rhythm of her fucking. 

Edie loved it. Her bloated pussy lips, clenched tight together between her 
closed legs, seemed to rub against one another in time to the movements of 
the dildo in and out of her husband's ass. She could tell that he was 
approaching his orgasm by the fierce' way in which he was bucking up against 
the lunges of the rubber prick, and redoubled her tempo, feeling the first 
flashes of her own climax begin to sweep over her. 

Kenny was about to come. He reached under him with one hand as he ground his 
ass against the dildo, and began to violently tug at his throbbing cock. 
Just as he felt the first streams of come shooting out of the purple, 
swollen head of his cock, his wife started to pump with incredible speed 
against his ass, throwing her head back and emitting a savage cry of 
satisfied lust. As the last of his copious ejaculations fell in spurts to 
the bedspread beneath his stomach, his wife slowly withdrew the dildo from 
his asshole and stretched out full length on the bed next to him. Kenny 
stood up and prepared to go to the bathroom. As he stepped from the bed he 
was halted by the outraged cry of his wife. 

"And just where do you think you're going?" She stood before him, tall and 
impressive in her leathers, with the glistening dildo still jutting out from 
her shapely thighs. 

"You're not going to mess up my bed like that and just walk away from it. 
Clean it up! Now!" 

Kenny knew what was expected of him. He knelt back down on the bed and began 
to lick up the pools of his own come from the bedspread. 

"Faster, slave!" she commanded. He suddenly felt the sting of a leathery 
blow on his exposed buttocks. Edie had taken out her whip and was beating 
his ass mightily as he lapped at the puddles of hot, salty come. Even as he 
winced from the force of Edie's blows, and tasted the silky taste of his 
come on the bedspread, he could feel his cock start to swell and rise, 
aroused again by this new onslaught of stimulating pain. 

Edie raised the whip again as she watched large red welts begin to show on 
her husband's tortured rear. She flicked the whip lightly, just touching the 
sack of his balls where it hung swinging between his legs. He yelped in 
pain, so she did it again, catching his hand with the stinging blow as he 
cradled his abused testicles. 

When he had lapped up the last droplets of semen from the bedspread, Edie 
commanded him to rise and stand in front of her. He stood, like a repentant 
schoolboy, his rigid prick standing straight out in front of him. 

"What! Hard again? This will never do," she exclaimed, rearing back and 
delivering a light, but stinging blow to the swollen head of his cock with 
the whip. This time he really screamed and clutched at his agonized cock, 
hunched over in pain. 

"All right, we'll just have to let you have your fun. Come with me. 

Edie led her husband by the collar and leash he still wore down to the 
kitchen. He stood meekly as she emptied a box of dry cereal into a bowl, 
added milk and sugar, and placed it on the table. 

"All right, slave! You want to come? Come in that bowl. Right how!" 

Kenny began slowly to masturbate over the bowl on the table, gazing at his 
wife's swollen nipples where they stuck out from her bra, lowering his 
glance to the dark bush of her pubic mound where it was exposed by the split 
in her crotchless panties. She still wore the dildo, and it pointed straight 
at him from the tops of her thighs, placed at the bottom of her garter belt. 
He could feel the first stirrings of release in his balls, and suddenly 
began jerking on his prick with wanton abandon as spurt after spurt of milky 
hot come burst from his rigid prick and landed in the bowl of cereal. 

"All right, slave. That's your dessert. Start eating." 

Kenny lifted the spoon she gave him and began to eat the cereal. It tasted 
sweet, almost like normal, except for the slight salty tang he knew came 
from his hot load. As he finished the bowl, his wife looked down on him 
imperiously. He dropped his head to the table, cupping it in his palms in 
weary satisfaction. 

"All right, slave. I trust you've learned a lesson in obedience tonight. You 
may go upstairs and prepare for bed. I'll join you shortly." 

Kenny staggered wearily up the stairs and went through the bedroom to the 
bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth and washing 
his face and hands. Slowly, the sensuality of the morning faded from his 
mind, and he found himself wondering what sort of deviltry he could expect 
from the inmates of the reformatory that evening. 

When he stepped out of the bathroom, his wife was waiting. She again wore 
her demure housecoat. She seemed not at all like the dominant Amazon who had 
just subjected him to such sublime humiliation. Walking up to him, she gave 
him a matronly peck on the cheek. 

"You look tired, dear. Why don't you just lie down and go to sleep. I've got 
cleaning to do downstairs. I'll wake you in time for breakfast. Remember, 
you've got to go in early tonight." 

"That's right. I almost forgot. God damn that mayor and goofy ideas. A 
girls' softball team in the joint. And playing that crew of thugs! I think 
maybe I'm getting too old for this business. When I started the idea was to 
beat these punks into being good. Now it's just coddle 'em and entertain 
'em." 

Bursk had been assigned to extra duty for the next week. He had to supervise 
the inmate details that were to spruce up the reformatory grounds in 
anticipation of the game with Dahlia Peterson's team. He was also to command 
the reinforced detail of guards that was to beef up security the day of the 
game. 

Kenny fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, the sleep of the totally sexually 
exhausted male, still muttering imprecations against his young charges. "God 
damn thugs ... Ought to horsewhip the lot of 'em ..." 

Edie tiptoed to the door, put out the lights, and went downstairs to do her 
daily chores. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Rosie rolled over voluptuously in Dahlia Peterson's large queen sized bed. 
She stretched and reached out for the body of her lover, only to find the 
space next to her vacant. She looked over, and her eyes confirmed that she 
was alone in the bed. Just then the bedroom door opened and Dahlia entered 
carrying a heavily laden tray. She was naked, and her large, full breasts 
rested on the tray, just behind the eggs and toast, suggesting a fuller 
breakfast than just food. 

"I hope you're hungry, Rosie dear, 'cause I've got enough food here for an 
army." The gym teacher was smiling broadly. 

"Oh, yes, Dahlia. After last night, I'm ready to eat a horse!" Rosie smiled 
coyly up at her lover. The previous night had been one of unbridled lust for 
both of them. They had licked and sucked at one another's bodies until the 
early hours of the dawn, reveling in this first complete night together. 

Today was the day of the game at the reformatory, and Rosie had explained 
that, as captain of the team, she and Miss Peterson would have a lot to talk 
about, strategy, players' strength and weaknesses, and so on. Since they'd 
probably be up late, it seemed senseless for Rosie to come home to sleep 
when Miss Peterson had a perfectly adequate guest room. Her parents had 
agreed, little suspecting that Dahlia's guest room was also her own bedroom 
and had only one bed. 

Dahlia set the tray down on the night table and leaned over her teenaged 
lover. She kissed her tenderly on the lips. Rosie, grown bold during the 
week-long affair, reached up to cup Dahlia's swinging breasts, running her 
palms over the nipples. Dahlia gasped in surprise and pleasure. The tender 
buds of her nipples began to perk up as blood flowed into them, keeping pace 
with her rising excitement. 

The breakfast Dahlia had prepared with loving care was forgotten in the wake 
of the lovers' reawakened lust. Dahlia had gone so long in the city without 
a lover, protecting her beloved job. Rosie had never before tasted the 
pleasures of the flesh. Neither of them seemed able to get enough of the 
other's lush body. 

Dahlia sank to the bed, sprawled alongside the younger girl. Her kiss 
changed from an affectionate peck on the lips to the passionate gluing of 
lust. Her tongue thrust out into Rosie's mouth, met by the snaking touch of 
the younger girl's own. Their tongues intertwined as the breath flowed hotly 
through their nostrils. 

Rosie felt her wonder renewed at the capacity for pleasure that had lain 
untapped in her body for so many wasted years. Since the onset of puberty 
she had half-heartedly masturbated herself, never dreaming of the joy 
possible at the hands of another person. Her hands groped down Dahlia's 
back, reaching down to cup the firm globes of her buttocks. She ran her 
finger down the crack between them, lightly fingering her lover's sensitive 
asshole. 

Dahlia gasped at her lover's touch. She unglued her lips from Rosie's and 
moaned as she trailed her head down the teenager's neck, leaving a trail of 
hot kisses until she found her desire. Her lips were hot as they climbed the 
protuberance of Rosie's tit, finally reaching the pink-tipped peak. 

Rosie moaned deep in her throat as she felt Dahlia's tongue snake out and 
around her swelling nipples. She arched her back as her teacher/lover sucked 
the tender bud into her mouth, lightly nipping at it with her perfect teeth 
as it swelled and thickened, growing larger than a pencil eraser. 

Dahlia's hand was slowly creeping down Rosie's stomach. She reached the 
young blonde's pubic curls and wrapped her trembling fingers in the light 
down, stroking the not quite hidden furrow that marked the beginning of her 
pussy lips, bringing a new moan of ecstasy from the teenager next to her. 

The two voluptuous bodies on the bed writhed and wriggled, sliding on and 
off one another as they began to sweat copiously. Rosie moved one hand 
around Dahlia's flank and up between her creamy thighs, boldly thrusting a 
finger into the older woman's moist pussy while her other hand continued to 
play with the quivering bud of her teacher's asshole. 

Dahlia couldn't stand it. She moved her mouth down from Rosie's firm tits 
and worked her way down the lush gradual rise of her nubile belly, kissing 
and nipping at the lightly-downed flesh. She could feel Rosie's body 
trembling as her mouth made first contact with the tender flesh of her inner 
thigh. Teasingly, she continued, kissing and licking down the girl's legs, 
intruding her tongue into the sensitive hollow behind the kneecap, then 
slowly working her way back up toward the' main spot. She could feel the 
quaking in Rosie's pussy as she approached it. 

Rosie's eyes were tightly closed, her concentration totally focused on the 
burning, gaping orifice between her legs. She moaned as she felt the first 
tentative probing of Dahlia's tongue on the swollen outer lips of her pussy. 
She drew her hands up to her chest and began to tenderly stroke her 
distended nipples, feeling rushes of pleasure from her crotch and her tits 
sweep over her in delightful and overpowering ecstasy. 

Dahlia suddenly lifted her lips from Rosie's muff. Looking with eager lust 
at her teenaged pupil, she turned Rosie over on her side. Rosie stared at 
her, puzzled. 

The lecherous teacher then knelt at Rosie's feet and lifted one of her 
beautifully curved legs up in the air. She slid feet first in between the 
shapely limbs so that one of her feet was on Rosie's back, and the other 
nestled just below her neck, the calf of her leg snugly fitting between the 
younger girl's creamy, lush breasts. 

Rosie suddenly understood as she felt the warm touch of Dahlia's quaking 
cunt against her own. She moaned as Dahlia wriggled her pussy, their tightly 
clenched cunt lips forming a crude cross. Dahlia began to push herself up 
against Rosie's crotch, then relaxed. She pushed and relaxed, pushed and 
relaxed, until Rosie was caught up in the same rhythm. They looked like two 
intertwined pairs of scissors then, as their legs moved wildly, the soles of 
their feet moving sinuously up and down each other's backs and chests. 

They rubbed against each other faster and faster. Rosie was still being 
amazed at the ever new ways Dahlia found to get pleasure. 

It was just too marvelous, Rosie thought feverishly. Not better than the 
tongue, but different. She could feel excitement rising to a greater and 
greater pitch within her, not with the sudden lightning flashes of 
cunnilingus, but in slow, sensuous waves as her pouting pussy met that of 
her lover, then moved away, the bloated lips of both women meeting and 
rubbing against each other. 

Dahlia was in heaven. She ran her hands rapidly but lovingly up and down 
Rosie's calves as the limbs continued their sinuous motion up and down the 
front and back of her body. She also could feel the heat growing in her wet 
pussy. Her hands moved from Rosie's legs to her own heaving tits, tweaking 
the tender swollen nipples, forcing them to new heights of erection. Then 
she moved her hands down to her crotch, extending her fingers below, it to 
feel the silky softness of Rosie's blonde muff as it moved back and forth, 
up and down, against her own. 

Both women were panting in wanton lust, conscious of nothing save the 
burning, demanding, pulsation of the sopping organs between their thighs as 
they maintained their unorthodox lovers' embrace. 

Suddenly both orgasms were upon them. They could each feel the slow burning 
sensation rise from their pussies and spread to every region of their 
bodies. Moaning and moving frantically, eight limbs thrashing wildly in 
unorchestrated abandon, they cried out from the depths of their throats as 
one, shattering the air of the bedroom with the savage cries of primitive 
delight. 

As their lustful movements slowly subsided, they lay back on the 
sweat-drenched sheets, spent. They both fell onto their backs, Dahlia's leg 
crumpled under Rosie's still heaving body, her calf wedged into the crack of 
the young girl's ass. She wiggled a toe against the small of Rosie's creamy 
back, and was rewarded with a childish giggle from her adolescent lover. 
Rosie's leg was in the same position, and she returned the tickle. Suddenly 
Dahlia pulled her leg out from under Rosie's sweet little body and jumped 
the younger girl. She attacked the lower part of Rosie's rib cage, tickling 
madly. Rosie was surprised, and doubled up in uncontrollable fits of 
laughter, fighting futilely to push Dahlia's hands away. Then she darted up 
at the older woman above her, pushing her own hands through her defenses and 
beginning to tickle her teacher. They rolled all over the bed, a large, 
voluptuous, rolling ball of post-coital merriment. They spilled onto the 
floor, still grappling and tickling, laughing uproariously at their childish 
fun. They continued their game for some time, rolling about on the 
heavily-carpeted floor, tickling each other, their breasts swinging up and 
down, back and forth as they changed respective positions of dominance. 
Finally, Rosie got the upper hand. She looked down at her teacher, pinned 
under her, the twinkle of childish enjoyment in her sparkling blue eyes. She 
lowered her head and kissed Dahlia on each eyelid, then moved her lips down 
over her face, lightly kissing the tip of her nose, slowly becoming less 
childish and more womanly. 

Dahlia was totally relaxed, pinned to the carpet by Rosie's lithe young 
body. As Rosie's red bow lips rested on hers, she felt a renewal of desire 
in her loins, and ran her tongue along her own lips, tasting the sweetness 
of Rosie's where they rested. Simultaneously, both girls opened their mouths 
wide, intruding their sinuous tongues into each others' mouths, dueling with 
them. Rosie ran the tip of her tongue along the perfect line of Dahlia's 
teeth and up under her lips, caressing the gums. She lowered her mouth, 
licking and kissing at her lover's chin, then moving her head down to lick 
under her chin at the sensitive flesh of the neck, sucking whole mouthfuls 
of yielding flesh into her hungry mouth. She ran her hands up Dahlia's arms 
from where they had pinned the older woman's wrists to the floor, lightly 
running her fingers into the tender concavity of the elbows, stopping to 
caress the sensitive skin of the armpits. She trailed her fingers over 
Dahlia's shoulders and down her breast-bone to her heavy, heaving tits, 
flattened sensually against her chest. Sitting up on the older woman's 
stomach, the teenager began to knead the tender flesh of Dahlia's large, 
firm breasts, leaning down to suck the nipples into her hot mouth. 

Rosie wanted to repay this woman for the many hours of pleasure she had 
given to the inexperienced schoolgirl. When Dahlia made as if to rise and 
join her partner in lust, Rosie pushed her back down on her back firmly. She 
began to move her body down, licking and kissing every inch of Dahlia's body 
as her hands trailed down the teacher's flanks, grabbing chunks of flesh and 
kneading them between her fingers, causing pain and pleasure both. 

Dahlia relaxed, understanding that her young pupil wanted only to please 
her, not to be pleased in return. She moaned softly in her throat as Rosie's 
long fingers snaked in and out of her sopping snatch. She shifted easily as 
Rosie moved her over onto her belly. Starting from the back of her neck, 
Rosie began to kiss and lick her way down Dahlia's quivering body, intruding 
her tongue into the area under the shoulder blades, running her mouth down 
the curve of the spine, licking and kissing. She stayed a while at the small 
of the back, licking lightly as her hands strayed down to Dahlia's firm, 
white buttocks. She spread her hands upon the creamy globes, kneading them 
with her palms, forcing them now apart, now together, pressing her thumbs 
into the gap between Dahlia's shapely thighs so that with each movement on 
the teacher's voluptuous ass, the lips of her pussy was now pressed 
together, now spread apart, creating a delightful friction that soon had the 
teacher moaning in uncontrollable lust. 

Rosie continued this slow, sensual exercise for some time, feeding Dahlia's 
growing desire with this indirect masturbation. 

Dahlia almost swooned at the ecstasy as her swollen cunt lips were massaged 
by the pressure of the hands on her buttocks. Then Rosie's head moved south 
again, and the teacher gasped as she darted her tongue in between the spread 
globes of her buttocks and began to lick at the puckered sphincter of her 
anal opening. It was too much. Here was a girl who'd never even been touched 
the week before, bringing an experienced lesbian to unimagined heights of 
pleasure! 

Rosie continued to lick at Dahlia's asshole, darting her tongue in and out 
between her lover's buttocks, pressing against the orifice as though trying 
to force her way in. She licked down the heavenly valley between her 
teacher's alabaster globes, just teasingly touching the end of her vaginal 
furrow. Dahlia cried out in renewed desire. 

Now Rosie reached up and grabbed a pillow from the floor next to them where 
it had fallen during their tickle-fight. She propped it under Dahlia's 
gently rotating pelvis so that her exposed pussy was five inches in the air. 
Kneeling, her chin only inches from the carpet, she lifted her head almost 
perpendicular to her shoulders and thrust her tongue full into Dahlia's 
creaming snatch. She covered the pouting outer lips with burning kisses, 
snaked her tongue down to lap at the swollen protuberance of her lover's 
clit, staring out from the fold of flesh under her mons veneris. She licked 
her lips, savoring the earthy flavor and aroma of Dahlia's pussy juices, 
then went back to a wild rhythmic lapping at the outer and inner lips of her 
lover's drenched cunt. 

Dahlia couldn't control herself anymore. She was moaning wildly, her arms 
moving wantonly up over her lush breasts pressed against her chest. She 
teased her erect nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, feeling 
them rise to new heights at this extra stimulation. As Rosie continued to 
lick at her cunt lips, she moved her hand down and under her pelvis, back of 
her hand against the carpet, and began to stroke her swollen clit as Rosie's 
tongue worked madly at the rest of her womanhood. 

Dahlia's hips began to churn madly. Her ass rose and fell in the air, her 
pelvis rising above then plopping back down on the pillow under her. Between 
the stimulation of her own hand on her throbbing clit and Rosie's questing 
tongue inside her snatch, she felt as though she were about to be consumed 
by the fires of lust, uncontrollably swept away in a rage of desire. 

Rosie could feel herself being carried away by spasms of vicarious desire. 
Her own untouched pussy was burning, sending messages of pleasure up and 
down her body and to her fevered brain. She redoubled her tonguing at 
Dahlia's pussy as she felt the warm effusion of love juices from the older 
woman's quivering twat and knew that she was near orgasmic release. 

Dahlia continued to stroke her clit, moving her other hand down and under 
her pelvis on the other side to stroke the sweat soaked hair of the teenager 
who was giving her so much unselfish pleasure. 

"AAAHHHhhhhh ..." she moaned as the first white hot flashes of her climax 
raced up and down her body. 

"AAAAYYYyyyeeeee!" The teacher screamed with ecstasy as her broad hips 
churned up and down against the floor, responding to the wild tongue of her 
pupil. Her hand moved in a blur against her almost painfully aroused 
clitoris, almost pulling more and more pleasure from the hot-box of her 
dripping snatch. As she felt herself surrendering to the final throes of a 
tumultuous orgasm, she groaned again. Rosie had reached up behind her own 
head to boldly insert a finger full length into her asshole as her climax 
peaked and she sank down exhausted onto the rug. 

As Rosie felt her teacher's body begin to relax, fulfilled, the first 
flushes of orgasm made their way up her own tender young body, and she 
inserted her now free hands into her tender, virginal, snatch and frigged 
herself wildly until she felt final release and sank, moaning and sighing, 
panting heavily to the floor. Her long blonde hair, matted with 
perspiration, trailed up from her head, over Dahlia's lovely ass, strands of 
it disappearing into the crack so lately invaded by her loving tongue and 
finger. 

After a while, Dahlia turned over and looked down affectionately at her apt 
pupil. 

"Where did you learn all that stuff?" she asked, not suspiciously. She knew 
that she had been Rosie's first lover, but found it curious that the young 
girl could have picked up such sophisticated techniques without practice. 

"You can't expect me to sit around with all the sex books you've got in this 
place without reading some of them. Let me see ... I think I got that one 
from 'Casebook in Teenage Lesbianism', second shelf, third book from the 
left." 

"Smartass. Well, I guess we're going to have to give breakfast a miss. Look 
at that." 

The two women glanced over to the night table. In their mad thrashings on 
the floor, they had upset the tray, spilling the contents on the carpet. 
Dahlia gazed ruefully at the mess of orange juice and fried eggs on her 
beautiful rug. 

"Oh, well. It was worth it," she sighed, grinning sexily at her young lover 
and reaching down to tweak her left nipple. 

"I'll say. Why don't I clean up that mess while you shower. There's no point 
in my cleaning up. We've got a practice this morning anyway. I'll catch my 
shower after that, before we go out to the reformatory." 

Dahlia mused for a moment. "What do you think, Rosie. Do you think we've got 
the moxie to beat a team of young men?" 

"Well, we have one advantage. Even if we've been playing other girls' teams, 
at least we've been competing. Those guys haven't had anybody to play with 
but themselves." 

The two women giggled at Rosie's unconscious pun. 

"Well, I hope we make a good showing. If we really impress the mayor, and 
the governor if he comes, it might go a long way toward getting some 
recognition for women's athletics in the school. We might even get some more 
money for our own budget!" 

"I hope so, Dahlia." 

The two women stared into space for a moment. 

"You know, Dahlia, I wonder what these boys will be like. Some of the girls 
have been saying that they've got some of the roughest young men in the 
state locked up at Lacrosse." 

"Well, I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it, dear. After all, 
we're to be well protected. I spoke to the mayor yesterday, and they're 
going to have a special guard for us. We're to have lunch in the dining hall 
in a special section, just us, the reformatory team, and the visiting 
dignitaries. All the other inmates will be separated from us. So don't you 
worry. It's going to be a great day for us and for women's athletics. 
Nothing can possibly go wrong." 

She leaned over and kissed her young lover on the top of the head at the 
exact moment that Jack Rivers, a few miles away, was making a final check on 
his team's 'equipment' for the game. 

"Okay, guys. This is going to be a day to remember, not only for us, but for 
the whole state, maybe the country! If we just follow the plan exactly like 
we rehearsed it, nothing can possibly go wrong." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was a sunny late morning when the bus with Dahlia Peterson's team pulled 
up to the gates of the Lacrosse Boys' Reformatory. At a signal from the 
tower, the large iron portals electronically swung open, and the bus pulled 
in to park on the almost deserted exercise yard. All the inmates had been 
put in lockup until lunch time, except for the reformatory team, which was 
having a last practice on the baseball diamond behind, the institution. 

Dahlia squinted in the bright sunlight as she stepped from the bus. Walking 
across the yard toward her was a group of perhaps twenty men. Holding her 
hand over her eyebrows, she could see that they were led by the mayor and 
the governor. 

'This could be a red letter day for women's athletics in this state,' she 
thought as her team began to climb from the bus to form a single line behind 
her. Rosie stepped forward to stand beside her coach. 

"Good morning, Miss Peterson," the governor said, extending his hand. "I've 
heard a good deal about you from Dr. Sommers here." He nodded at the city 
superintendent of schools in the group behind him. "We're hoping to see a 
really interesting contest this afternoon. 

"Thank you, sir. I hope we don't let you down." 

"They won't, governor," interjected Dahlia's school principal, stepping from 
the group and grinning fatuously at the state dignitary. "These little girls 
play ball almost as well as men." Dahlia shot a quick look of distaste at 
the principal. He had been one of the major stumbling blocks to a serious 
program of women's athletics for the three years she had worked in his 
school. Now he wanted to take credit for Dahlia's success. 

"Let me introduce you to a few of these people, Miss Peterson." 

The governor went down the line, showing a remarkable memory for the names 
and faces of men he had only met himself an hour before. "This is Dr. 
Wynant, the warden, Mr. Collins, his assistant. Oh, and this is Captain 
Bursk. He'll be in charge of the detachment of correctional officers who 
will be providing your security during your visit." 

Kenny Bursk stepped forward to shake Dahlia's hand. 'My God, what a piece of 
ass,' he thought. He was surprised at the firmness of her handshake and the 
direct, unflinching way she looked him in the eye. 'Would I ever like to get 
into some fun and games with this one,' his thoughts continued. He eyed 
Dahlia's firm tits, pushing through the fabric of her sweatshirt, sweeping 
down to appraise her broad hips and long legs. 

All the male officials were entranced at the team. It was almost as though 
their coach had chosen them for standards of physical beauty as well as ball 
playing ability. The phalanx of guards in the rear of the party nudged each 
other and made lewd remarks as they inspected the team. 

"Well, ladies, I guess you'd like to freshen up before lunch. We've reserved 
one of the boys' bathrooms for you to use. Captain Bursk will show you the 
way and take you to the dining hall whenever you're ready. We'll meet you in 
the dining hall." The governor and his party turned and began to walk back 
toward the main entrance to the reformatory. 

"This way, folks," Kenny said, and led them toward a side door. 

"Why, captain, this seems more like a prison than a reformatory for wayward 
young boys," Dahlia remarked as she eyed the high guard towers and heavily 
barred windows. 

"Miss Peterson, a fifteen year old who kills is not just a wayward young 
boy. He's a murderer and a threat to society. We've got punks in here who 
really belong in the State Penitentiary. But the juvenile laws say we have 
to mollycoddle them, try to show them the errors of their ways. We run a 
tight ship here because we have to." 

The group reached the side door, and Kenny ushered them into a bathroom just 
inside, on a corridor lined with workshops. The inmates had been given a day 
off from work to free the room, and also so they could watch the game. The 
team members entered the bathroom to freshen up as Kenny took up a vigil in 
the hallway, leaning against the wall to wait. 

In a cell on the other side of the building, Joe Rattner looked mournfully 
at a small pile of cigarette packages on the table in front of him. Joe was 
the leading bookmaker in the joint, and his three runners stood in front of 
him, shuffling their feet nervously. 

"You mean this is all the action on the game?" Joe demanded. 

"Well, Joe, when the guys found out that Rivers and his gang weren't betting 
anything at all on themselves, the action just dried up. Everybody figures 
Rivers is up to something, and they don't want to take a chance on losing." 

"That punk. I'll bet he's doing it just to ruin me. I've got the only racket 
in here that he hasn't managed to take over yet, and he's been after it for 
a long time. Well, after this game is played, I think we'll go have a little 
talk with Jack Rivers." 

Jack and his teammates at this time were in the showers, cleaning up after a 
vigorous morning's practice. 

"Hey, Jack!" 

Jack looked over from under the shower to see young Jesus Ortega wagging his 
prick in the captain's direction. 

"Wait'll I get it into some of that fine, fine high school nooky. Ain't one 
of them girls gonna want to go back to school when we get through with 
them." 

"Shut up, Jesus," Jack said, glancing nervously at the entrance to the 
shower room. Kenny Bursk had posted four guards to watch over the team and 
make sure there were no fuck-ups. 

As the water from the showers was shut off, Jack and his cohorts filed out 
into the locker room to dress. They began to don the baseball uniforms that 
the team had painstakingly tailored themselves from prison denims. The 
warden had commended them for their zeal, even allowing them the use of the 
prison tailor shop after regular working hours. He had even mentioned the 
ambition of his inmates in a report to the governor as evidence of how 
effectively his rehabilitation programs were working in this, the toughest 
reformatory in the state. It was this report which had pricked the 
governor's interest and resulted in today's game. 

Jack smiled as he pulled on his uniform shirt and pants. He could feel the 
reassuring weight of the six inch knife sewn into the armpit. He picked up 
his fielder's mitt. It was an unusually heavy one, made so by the .32 
revolver that had been smuggled in the week before from town by one of the 
trustees. 

Under guard, the Lacrosse Reformatory softball team trooped down the long 
corridors of the building and entered the dining hall. 

Security was tight. The stage, which normally held only one table for the 
staff, today was crowded. There was a table for the governor, mayor, warden, 
and senior officials. In front of it were two parallel tables with settings 
for both softball teams. In front of the stage there was a line of saw 
horses, guarded by a line of fifteen guards. More guards patrolled the rest 
of the dining hall, sauntering in and out of the lines of tables filled with 
inmates. 

A nervous undercurrent of conversation filled the hall as Jack and his 
teammates filed in and marched to their table on the stage. Many of the 
inmates hadn't seen a female in months, even years, and their tables buzzed 
with speculation on the sexual performance that could be elicited from the 
girls on stage. 

As they climbed the stage, Jack and his boys looked appraisingly over the 
girls already seated at the table next to them. They made a fetching sight 
in their uniforms, bright-eyed and fresh-faced, thrilled by the exciting 
sensation of sitting among so many of society's misfits. Jack smiled at the 
table broadly, and was rewarded by a chorus of cheerful faces in return. 
'We'll see if they feel so chipper in a few hours,' he thought, as he walked 
to the head of his team's table and sat down. 

Inmate waiters began to serve the meal. In honor of the occasion, turkey 
with all the fixings was being served, with apple pie and ice cream for 
dessert. Jack and his team ate the food hungrily. It had been a long time, 
since Christmas in fact, since the reformatory had seen such wholesome food. 

After the plates had been cleared away, and everyone in the hall was sitting 
back relaxed, bellies full and minds satisfied, the speeches began. The 
warden began, mentioning the progress of the institution under his 
enlightened guidance, and introducing the mayor. The mayor praised the 
spirit of cooperation between the city and the reformatory, and introduced 
the governor. The governor rambled on about his commitment to a new spirit 
of rehabilitation of youth, and invited Dahlia and Jack to the head table to 
meet and make brief statements. 

Dahlia spoke briefly. She mentioned how happy she and her team were to be 
playing that day, made a brief pitch directed at the governor for more money 
for women's athletics in the schools, and closed by hoping that the best 
team would win. Then it was Jack's turn. 

"Mr. Governor, Mr. Mayor, Dr. Wynant, honored guests and fellow inmates. It 
gives me great pride to announce that this prison and its honored guests are 
now hostages of the Lacrosse Reformatory Grievance Committee!" 

As he spoke, Jack slipped his revolver from the fielder's mitt he had 
brought to the table with him and held it to Dahlia's head, using his free 
hand to draw her arm painfully up behind her back. 

"Now, if nobody moves, this young lady won't get hurt. Boys ... " 

The members of Jack's gang began to go up and down the head table, frisking 
the dignitaries seated there. From the governor and his two bodyguards, they 
took three more firearms, a .38 Police Special and two .357 Magnums. 

"Now," Jack continued as his men grouped behind him, "these young ladies, my 
committee, and our beloved Captain Bursk, are going to retire to the work 
block. We will be prepared to issue a statement of demands in exactly three 
hours. Any attempt at foolish heroics will be met by very unpleasant 
bloodshed. In three hours I shall expect that the governor here and 
representatives of all local television and radio stations, and reporters 
from the city newspapers, will be assembled in the anteroom leading to the 
work block to hear our petition." 

The members of Dahlia's team looked at each other in stark terror as Jack's 
followers pulled them from their seats and ushered them out a side door. 

Ron Lonnigan stepped up behind Kenny Bursk and shoved a .357 in his back. 
"Let's go, Kenny," he growled. He nudged the burly guard captain with the 
pistol as Jack brought up the rear, still holding Dahlia's arm tightly, 
facing backward with the terrified teacher as a shield. 

As the gang and its captives marched down the hall to the work block, Kenny 
Bursk turned to Jack. 

"Why me, Rivers. I've always played square with you." 

"Why, Kenny. It's because you're our favorite screw! Don't you remember the 
tender way you showed me the way things were inside on my first day? I'd 
never known what a night stick could do without leaving marks before. 
Besides, we need your keys." 

They marched through the door to the work block, where Jack relieved Bursk 
of his keys, locking the thick iron door behind them. 

Having found sanctuary, the rebelling inmates slowly appraised their 
captives. The girls huddled in a terrified group against the corridor wall 
around Dahlia, who had been released by her captor. 

"What do you intend to do with us?" she demanded." 

Smily Smith, a short, swarthy mugger answered for the group, "Why, honey, 
you came all the way out here to play with the boys, didn't you. Well, 
nothing's changed, except that now the boys are going to play with you!" 

He stepped forward and looked over the huddled group of captives. Reaching 
out, he grabbed tall, full-breasted Barbara Lassnow by the hand and pulled 
her forward. 

"This one's mine," he gloated, and reached out to tear her uniform shirt 
from neck to waist. It gaped open, exposing her high full tits in their 
overstuffed bra to the avid gaze of the young ruffians. In full sight of her 
horrified friends, he whipped a vicious prison-made shiv from his uniform 
and slashed through the strap between her breasts. The bra fell away, and he 
reached out to fondle her luscious rounded tits, running his palms roughly 
over the large upturned nipples. 

"MMmmm ... Nice," he murmured. His hands moved down her body and tugged at 
the waistband of her pants. They slipped from her flaring hips and fell in a 
heap at her feet. 

Barbara stood stock-still, in shock. Her eyes were closed tightly; she 
couldn't believe that this degradation was happening to her. She felt 
Smith's brutal hands as he ran them under the elastic of her panties and 
began to stroke her round, pliant buttocks, cupping them in his hands. 

"C'mon, Smiley. Give us a little show!" shouted one of the gang. Smiley 
turned and smiled at his leader, who grinned back "and nodded. 

Smith slowly slid Barbara's panties down over her thighs and lifted her legs 
so that she stood naked save for her sock and sneakers, exposed to the 
leering faces of the Committee of Twelve. One of the group came out of the 
work block dispensary, dragging a long low divan which was used for sick 
prisoners. He placed it in the middle of the floor, in between the gang 
members, grouped against one wall, and their captives against the other. 

Dahlia was mad with fright and fury. Unconsciously, she reached out and 
clutched Rosie to her. The other girls, mute with terror, could only watch 
helplessly as Smith slowly pulled their teammate to the divan and forced her 
down onto it. 

"Wow, this baby's got a lot to offer," Smiley exclaimed as he lifted her 
legs up and spread them, giving the assemblage a clear view of her downy 
pussy lips and puckered asshole. "I don't know if I can handle it by myself. 
Anyone want to give me a hand?" 

"Sure, Smiley," Jesus Ortega answered, stepping from the gang and slowly 
rotating his palm over his crotch. He walked over to the terrified girl on 
the divan and reached down to caress her beautiful boobs. 

Jack took his eyes from the action for a moment and looked at Kenny Bursk, 
standing next to him. The captain was white-faced with fury. 

"What's the matter, Kenny? Don't you like the show?" 

"You little bastard. You'll wind up in the chair for this!" 

"Why, Kenny. Don't you know that any of your guards would give his eye teeth 
to see a show like this? If you're a good boy, we might even let you in on 
some of the action." He turned his gaze back to the divan in the middle of 
the hall. 

Both Ortega and Smith had by now removed their pants and jock straps, and 
were slowly massaging their hardening pricks. Without words, they stood on 
either side of Barbara's head, looking down into her ashen face. 

"Open your eyes, cunt!" Smith snapped, slapping her hard on the face. 

Barbara opened her eyes slowly and moaned. Only inches from her face were 
the grossly swollen cocks of her two tormentors. As she watched in terror, 
the two boys hunched down and began to rub their rock hard organs over her 
cheeks, then over her lips, the tips of them meeting as they pressed down on 
her mouth. 

Smith and Ortega reached down and sat Barbara up on the divan. They stood on 
either side of her, rubbing their cocks and feasting their eyes on her naked 
beauty. 

"Did you ever suck two cocks at once before, honey?" Smith asked with a lewd 
grin. 

'Oh, no!' Barbara thought, her mind paralyzed with fear. 'They can't make me 
do that!' 

The two thugs pulled her body down so that she sat at the very edge of the 
divan. Her ass was half off, half on, so that her pouting pussy was 
suspended a few inches from the edge, her legs spread wide, the beautiful 
lips completely exposed. 

"All right, honey, take my cock in that hot mouth of yours," Smith demanded. 
"You're going to suck my cock while you jerk off Jesus here, then you're 
going to switch, and switch again until we both come. Get to it, bitch!" he 
screamed, back handing her viciously. 

In agony from the blow, Barbara slowly reached out her hand and grasped 
Jesus' skinny prick, beginning to pump up and down. She turned her head and 
enveloped Smith's fat gross cock in her warm mouth, closing her full red 
lips around it and beginning to suck. 

The two boys closed their eyes at the sensations and sighed. Smith threw his 
head back and moaned at the exquisite first rushes of sensation as Barbara 
began to lightly suck on the swollen head of his cock. Ortega looked down 
and leered at the girl as her hand slowly moved up and down the pulsating 
shaft of his cock. 

Ortega reached out his fist and rapped lightly on Barbara's head with his 
knuckles. She understood, and moved her hand up to grasp Smith's pulsing 
cock as she turned her head and enveloped Ortega's organ in her hot mouth. 
Her hand slid easily up and down Smily's prick, lubricated as it was from 
her blow job. 

Ortega, at fourteen, had never been blown by a woman before, and he found 
the sensation exquisite. He moved his hands down his body and cupped his 
sensitive balls, increasing the pleasure of Bab's oral stimulation. 

Barbara couldn't understand what was going on. She was being forced to 
masturbate and give head to two men at once, but she was beginning to feel 
that tingling in her pussy that was usually reserved for Joe. 'Oh, no,' she 
thought. 'What kind of a sex maniac am I?' She moaned in self-pity into the 
head of Jesus' cock. He answered her with a moan of his own as he felt the 
reverberations of her cry sweep down through his shaft to his balls. 

As Smith rapped on Barbara's head and she began to shift her mouth and hands 
again, Ron Lonnigan stepped forward from the group of watching prisoners. 
Going down on his knees, he pushed his face up against Barbara's exposed 
muff where it hung suspended from the edge of the divan. 

Barbara moaned again as she felt Ron's lips touch the sensitive outer lips 
of her pussy. Her moan had the same effect on Smily Smith, whose cock was 
now in her mouth, that it had had on Ortega a moment before. Smith brought 
his hands down behind Barbara's head and pushed his cock even further into 
her mouth, forcing it against the back of her throat. 

Ron began to lap wildly on Barbara's pussy, forcing his tongue into her, 
running it up and down the inner lips, pushing it up until it touched the 
small button of her clit. At his moist touch, the clit began to fill with 
blood, swelling and extending until her could reach up and nip at it with 
his strong teeth. 

Babs was rapidly losing her hold on reality. In the back of her mind she 
knew that she was being abused by three brutal rapists at once, but her body 
was surging with passionate responses she was powerless to control. As 
Ortega rapped on her head again, she reversed the position of her mouth and 
hand and began to suck and pump with a new fury. At the same time she began 
to slowly move her hips back and forth, pushing her moistening cunt against 
Lonnigan's questing mouth and tongue. 

"Look at this, guys," Smith called as he felt the new enthusiasm in 
Barbara's hand job. "The broad's digging it!" 

Barbara was lost in a world she didn't understand. Her entire body was on 
fire. She moved her free hand up and began to caress her large swollen tits, 
tweaking the upstanding nipples between thumb and forefinger, running her 
hand down the valley between them, beside herself with passion. 

Dahlia looked on in disgust. She'd always known that men were brutes, slaves 
to their disgusting cocks, but this exhibition was more than she could 
stomach. She clutched her teenaged lover even more tightly to her, hoping to 
shield her from the horror of her teammates degradation. 

Lonnigan could taste the musky flavor of Barbara's pussy juices as they 
began to flow with her mounting passion. He was surprised at the way her 
hips were beginning to move against his face. He reached a probing finger up 
between her buttocks, and lightly stroked her asshole between the clenched 
cheeks. Barbara moaned into Jesus' reedy shaft. Jesus shuddered. 

Suddenly, Lonnigan removed his mouth from Bab's cunt. He stood and took down 
his pants and jock, revealing a massive hunk of swollen meat, the head 
purple with passion. He jerked it up and down a few times, reaching one hand 
down to caress the hanging sack of his balls. Then he knelt in front of 
Barbara. 

The young pitcher emitted a disappointed groan as she felt Lonnigan's 
questing tongue pulled from her quivering snatch. She continued to suck and 
jerk at the two cocks by her face, but opened her eyes and saw Lonnigan 
standing between her outspread knees, kneading his rock hard cock and 
leering up and down at her shamefully exposed body. Her eyes widened as he 
knelt down between her legs. Only his belly and chest were visible. Suddenly 
she felt the first probes of his huge cock as he rubbed the swollen head 
against the outer lips of her dripping pussy. 'Oh, no,' she thought. 'Not 
that. Please, not that!' 

Lonnigan began to slowly ease his pulsating organ into Barbara's ready 
honeypot. He groaned as he felt the tightness of her snatch, the firm muscle 
pressure on all sides of the shaft as it slid home. He moved forward on his 
knees until his hairy groin met that of the young girl, and began an in and 
out pumping with his torso, meanwhile reaching up to cup her lovely huge 
tits, running his palms across the stiff nipples, trailing his hands around 
the lush outside curves of her breasts and back down her flanks to squeeze, 
the pliant flesh of her ass cheeks. 

Barbara began to move her hips in wild abandon as she felt her dripping twat 
invaded by the long thick cock of her rapist. Every time he moved it back 
in, the bulbous head rubbed against her swollen clit, eliciting a low moan 
which excited the rising passions of whichever cock was in her mouth. As she 
felt herself approaching a towering orgasm, she picked up on a rhythm of her 
own, alternating her mouth and hand between Smith and Ortega with blurring 
speed, matching the mad pace with Lonnigan as he picked up the pace of his 
fucking, driving his cock in and out of her tender pussy like a piledriver, 
working her cunt into a froth of passion. 

Suddenly Ortega let out a long low cry of ecstasy as his pumping cock began 
to spew forth rivulets of hot, sticky come through Bab's jerking Hand, 
shooting out and down to cover her quaking tits and drip down onto her sweat 
covered belly. 

Smith, too could feel his balls churning in orgasmic fury. He began to pump 
wildly in and out, in and out of Barbara's sucking mouth. With a loud cry, 
he threw his head back and pumped furiously as great gobs of slick come shot 
overflowingly furiously, hot and fast from his gross cock into Barbara's 
waiting orifice, streaming down her throat, threatening to choke her as she 
greedily swallowed every drop. 

The two satisfied boys stepped back, still hard, but softening slowly and 
watched Lonnigan's action. 

Now that Babs was not otherwise occupied, Ron reached under her quaking 
buttocks and lifted her bodily from the divan. Her head and shoulders fell 
back against the cushions as he wrapped her long legs around his waist, 
locking the ankles and holding them in place with his brawny arms. 

Now he stood, with Barbara's legs locked around him, his cock still buried 
deeply in her dripping cunt, still pumping furiously. He reached his strong, 
large hands up to brutally tweak and squeeze her luscious tits, mashing them 
against her chest roughly. As he felt her legs locked behind him, he removed 
his hands and reached under her to squeeze the quaking globes of her ass 
cheeks, running his fingers down between them, reaching out from under her 
ass to feel his balls as they swung to and fro, slapping against the tops of 
her creamy thighs. 

Suddenly, Lonnigan redoubled the pace of his frantic fucking. His prick 
began to move in and out of Bab's cunt in a blur of passionate movement. He 
threw his head back and groaned, long and loud as he felt the first spasms 
of lust work their ways up his cock from his churning balls. 

"AAYYyyeeee ..." he moaned as he felt spurt after spurt of come shoot from 
the head of this thrusting cock into Barbara's pink, warm snatch. 

Barbara too felt her climax rising. Aroused beyond shame or humiliation, she 
began to buck her suspended hips against those of her rapist. Electric heat 
shot up her spinal column from her pussy to her brain as her peak was 
reached. She moaned as Lonnigan slowly withdrew his dripping cock from her 
pussy and roughly dropped her abused body to the dirty floor of the hallway. 

Jack Rivers stepped forward and looked down at Barbara as she lay panting in 
the hall. Her legs were spread wantonly, exposing the lips of her pussy as a 
small pool of come dripped from them to the floor. She had come all over her 
lips, her tits and belly. She lay with her eyes closed, panting and moaning, 
running her hands up and down her flanks. 

He turned to his gang. He could see that they were all ready for some pussy. 
They stared across the hall at the tight group of lovely young girls huddled 
in mute horror around their teacher. 

"All right," he barked, "this one has had it for now. You three who've had 
your fun can tie her and lock her in the dispensary. Now, we've got plenty 
of time. The press conference isn't for two and a half hours yet, and we'll 
probably be here long after that, so there's no rush. Right now, I think I 
can arrange a little entertainment for us that'll really be something 
special!" 

He walked over to Dahlia. The teacher clutched Rosie even closer to her as 
the leader of these young monsters approached. 

Jack had noticed the protective bond between the two women. He nudged 
Rosie's shoulder with the muzzle of his gun. 

"This your girl friend, honey?" he quizzed. 

"You monster. Why don't you leave us alone!" 

"I asked you a question, lady," Jack said, and ran his hand down Rosie's 
back, squeezing her lovely ass brutally. 

"Leave her alone, you beast!" Dahlia shrieked, pulling Rosie even closer to 
her. 

"Well, what do you know," Jack smiled, turning to his gang. "We've got an 
honest to god man-hater here! I think we're going to have us some real fun." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Dahlia held Rosie to her breast tightly. The two lovers had been brutally 
stripped by their captors. The boys had missed not one opportunity to 
squeeze and caress their naked flesh as they had ripped the clothing from 
their lovely bodies, kneading their breasts, sticking their fingers into the 
girls' tender assholes. When the pair were completely naked, Jack had had 
them locked in a store room while he made preparations for what he called "a 
fine show." 

"Oh, Dahlia," Rosie moaned. "What are they going to do with us?" _ 

"I don't know, baby," her teacher answered. "All we can do is be brave. The 
governor won't let us down. He'll get us out of here." 

Dahlia exuded a confidence she didn't feel. After all, the governor had 
promised that security would make something like this impossible in the 
first place. As the nude terrified women clutched at each other, stroking 
each others' bodies soothingly, they heard the rasp of a key in the door. It 
opened, and Jack Rivers stood in the portal, leering in at them. 

"Come, ladies, it's time for the fun to begin." 

They were led down the corridor, subject to the fleeting caresses of the 
gang members in the hall, and ushered into the machine shop. The center of 
the large room had been cleared of heavy machinery, and a sort of arena 
constructed. The cinder block wall of the shop formed one end of the while 
three foot high sheets of metal had been erected in a semi-circle out from 
that wall to complete it. Two sets of manacles dangled from the wall, set 
six feet up, and about ten feet apart. Dahlia shuddered at the significance 
of the layout. 

From another door, young hoodlums began to usher in the rest of the team. 
They were all naked, cowering under the lustful gazes of their captors. They 
were led to a row of folding' chairs to one side of the arena, and pushed 
down kneeling on the floor in front of them. The chairs were soon to be 
occupied. 

Behind Dahlia, the door to the hall opened, and Jack's gang began to file 
in. They were also all naked, the jutting evidence of their horniness 
preceding them. Only Lonnigan, Ortega, and Smith were absent, having been 
issued guns and left on guard at the locked doors to the work block. 

At a signal, two of the thugs grabbed Rosie, ripping her from Dahlia's 
protective grasp. She was dragged into the arena, and her hands fastened 
above her in one of the sets of manacles, her plump, round ass facing the 
group of naked men and women. 

Each of the band now took a chair but two. These went back into the corridor 
and soon dragged in Kenny Bursk. The burly guard captain was naked, his limp 
prick almost hidden by his pubic hair in his embarrassment. His eyes widened 
as he saw the naked assemblage, and he snarled and tried to rip his arms 
from the firm, grasp of his escort. Jack stepped forward and delivered a 
swift kick to the captain's hairy balls. Bursk moaned and doubled up on the 
floor. The boys at his shoulders reached down and grabbed him, dragging him 
moaning across the floor and fastening his wrists into the remaining set of 
manacles on the wall. 

"And now, Miss Peterson," Jack said, turning to the terrified teacher. "You 
are going to put on a show for us. Since you obviously don't like men, your 
part in it should be extremely enjoyable for you. Here, take this." 

Dahlia's eyes widened as she looked down at Jack's outstretched hand. He was 
offering a long rawhide bull whip. She shuddered and kept her hands at her 
sides. 

"Miss Peterson, the man you see chained to the wall is Captain Kenny Bursk. 
In addition to being one of the most corrupt officials in the state penal 
system, he is a vicious sadist who has never missed an opportunity to abuse 
the inmates in his charge. Now you are going to administer a whipping to 
this man, hear, as brutally and thoroughly as you can, whether you like it 
or not." As he finished speaking, Jack nodded to one of his cohorts. The boy 
stepped forward with the long vicious cattle prod in his hand. Touching the 
red stud lightly, he applied it to Rosie's flaring buttocks. The young girl 
let out a shriek of pain and arched her back away from the wall. 

Dahlia covered her face with her hands and wept. 

"Now, Miss Peterson, do you understand that we are serious. Will you do as 
we say?" 

Dahlia could only nod her head in mute agony. 

"Good. Now, take the whip." 

The teacher reached her hand out and grasped the handle of the instrument of 
torture. 

"Gentlemen, to your seats. We are about to be entertained." 

Jack led Dahlia to a position directly behind the burly figure of Kenny 
Bursk, then turned and took the nearest seat. He glanced down the line of 
chairs. His followers were all seated, rigid cocks at attention, each with a 
voluptuous naked girl kneeling at his feet. Jack looked down and saw the 
petite, full nakedness of Lana Rojas, between his outstretched legs, looking 
up into his eyes in fear. He reached down and grasped her hands, guiding 
them so that she caressed his balls and lightly held his rigid cock, then 
turned his attention to Dahlia. 

"You may begin. Miss Peterson. And don't hold back. Remember, if we're not 
satisfied, your little girl friend there will take Bursk's punishment for 
him!" 

Dahlia shuddered as she eyed the degenerate spectacle at the side of the 
arena. She saw that some of the thugs had already forced her girls' head up, 
pushing their swollen cocks into their mouths. Others had pulled the young 
girls up to sit on their laps, playing with their naked lovely bodies as 
they watched her fiddle with the whip. 

Looking back to the naked man manacled before her, she breathed a low 
apology under her breath and reached back. The whip cracked against Bursk's 
naked shoulders, dropping to reveal an ugly red welt. The spectators 
cheered. 

She again lashed at the guard captain, leaving another red welt. And again. 
And again. The captain's back became covered with the evidence of the brutal 
whip's effectiveness. 

Dahlia began to feel a shameful tingling in her loins. As she brandished the 
whip, she cast her mind back on the horrible night when she had first 
learned to hate men. Her date for the junior prom in high school had 
brutally beaten and raped her when she wouldn't put out for him, leaving her 
ripped and crying on a lonely country road to make her way home alone. At 
the memory, she felt strength surge into her whip arm. She swung again and 
again, lashing the guard's back and buttocks, laying open the flesh as Bursk 
cried out in agony. Little droplets of red blood began to fall to the floor 
at Kenny's feet, arousing a new lust in Dahlia. She lashed out again and 
again. Suddenly she felt a restraining hand on her arm, and turned to look 
into Jack Rivers' face. He had a sly and quizzical smile on his face. 

"Just a moment, Miss Peterson," the gang leader said. "I just want to check 
on something." 

Jack strode forward to stand behind Kenny. He reached out a finger and 
touched one of the ugly wounds on his back. The burly captain moaned in 
pain. Shooting his hand down, Jack reached in front of the man's crotch, 
then turned to his followers with a look of delight. 

"Hey, boys, Kenny's got a hard-on!" 

The gang cracked up in raucous laughter. 

"Well, now," Jack continued. "This puts a whole new light on things. I don't 
think we need these cuffs anymore. Our big, brave guard captain is enjoying 
this! He reached over and took a key from a nearby table and unlocked 
Bursk's manacles. The guard fell to the ground in a huddled mass of pain, 
moaning in agony and humiliation. 

Jack turned to Dahlia. She was standing in her naked glory, dripping sweat, 
with a cruel twisted smile on her face. 

"Why, Miss Peterson, I do believe you're enjoying this as much as we are. 
You know, I think we can dispense with the whip for now. We wouldn't want to 
mark up our brave captain too badly, would we? He reached over and grabbed 
the cattle prod from one of his gang and pressed it into Dahlia's sweaty 
palm, "Here," he continued. "I think you can have even more fun with this!" 

As Jack resumed his seat and pulled Lana Rojas' head over to mouth his 
now-throbbing cock, Dahlia looked down with contempt at the weeping mass of 
humanity huddled at her feet. 

Dahlia slowly moved toward Bursk's trembling figure. This was the man who 
had brutally raped her. This was all the men who had made her feel inferior 
all her life. This was the entire despicable sex of man! Thumbing the cattle 
prod's power button, she shoved the shaft cruelly up the supine man's ass 
and held it there. 

Kenny's body leapt up in the air, tortured at the voltage that ripped 
through it. He perspired profusely. The burning pain from his mutilated back 
faded into insignificance compared to the terrible agony that ripped through 
his vitals. As Dahlia withdrew the prod, he collapsed, quivering and 
sweating on the floor, his mind a black pit of pain and terror. 

Dahlia could feel her pussy start dripping, her love juices rising as she 
walked over and kicked the guard captain in the ribs. She glanced over at 
the perfect body of Rosie, manacled to the wall, and smiled. Rosie was 
staring at her tender lover, a look of horror and bewilderment on her sweet 
face. 

"I'm doing this for us, Rosie," Dahlia whispered. "They're no good, any of 
the animals. He's just getting what they all deserve." Rosie turned her head 
at the look of bestial cruelty on her teacher's contorted face. 

Reaching down, Dahlia pulled at Bursk's shoulders, turning him over on his 
back. He moaned at the pain of lying on his open wounds. 

Dahlia looked down at her victim's crotch. Sure enough, his thick prick 
stood up erect, pulsing with perverse passion. At the sight, the gang 
watching erupted in hoots and cheers. Turning, Dahlia saw that the young 
thugs were taking full advantage of her girls. Some of them were sitting 
astraddle their captors' hard cocks. She could see the shafts as they worked 
their ways in and out of her little darlings' tender cunts while the boys 
pushed the girls' bodies up and down, caressing their own balls as they 
fucked and watched this unique exhibition. 

She turned back to the man on the ground. Bursk had his eyes closed and was 
moaning in a mixture of pain and extreme sexual excitement. This was man! It 
was this pitiful creature that was tormenting and debauching the purity of 
her beloved girls. She scowled and stepped forward, standing astraddle 
Bursk's gasping mouth, and let flow a stream of steaming urine all over his 
face and chest. He opened his mouth wide, tossing and turning, lapping at 
the golden flow. The urine dripped down his flanks and came into contact 
with his back. The urine caused him to arch upward in agony, It felt as 
though he were being flayed alive. His cock danced and twitched as Dahlia 
continued to empty her bladder over his recumbent form. 

Kenny had never been in such pain in his life. He had never been so 
humiliated. He had also never been so excited. His prick was the hardest it 
had ever been. He could feel the pain in his balls where Jack had kicked 
him, mixed with the churning of his come as it fought for release. His cock 
was bobbing up and down wildly, against his will. His brain was on fire, 
excited by images of all the torture he'd ever undergone at the hands of 
women. He opened his eyes and watched as the last drops of yellow urine 
flowed from Dahlia's bladder. He was fascinated by the sparkle of yellow 
droplets clinging to her dark bush of pubic hair. With an agonized moan, he 
lifted himself from the floor, supporting himself on his outstretched arms 
and began to lick greedily at the pussy above him. 

Dahlia gasped as she felt the lips of the tortured man below her latch onto 
her quivering quim. Then she relaxed. Let the bastard eat my cunt. Let him 
savor the flavor of my piss. This was man, the natural inferior of woman. If 
he craved humiliation, let him have it. It would only begin to atone for the 
degradation of women since time began. With a cruel grin on her face, she 
began to sink to the floor, the weight of her lush body pushing the head of 
the burly guard captain down under her ass. 

Gone was Kenny's humiliation at being aroused so shamefully in front of Jack 
Rivers' gang of hooligans. All that mattered in the world was the exquisite 
pain that ran through his tormented body, and the taste of the cunt which 
was jammed against his face. He rolled his head back and forth against the 
concrete floor below him, sweeping his lips up and down, sideways and 
crossways against the hairy snatch. His tongue darted out and into the 
vaginal opening, tasting the sweet dew on the inner lips. He moved his 
tongue up, and lightly fondled Dahlia's swollen prick. He could feel the 
vibrations of the woman's excited moans through her body. 

This was too much. Dahlia squirmed and ground her pussy against Kenny's 
eager face. She delighted at the hot feel of his tongue as it explored the 
inner recesses of her aroused body. 

"AAAHHHhhhhh ..." she moaned, running her hands up and down the front of her 
body, squeezing her tits, arousing the already erect nipples. 

"MMMMMmmmm ..." Kenny moaned into the hairy bush above his face. He could 
smell the earthy aroma of her asshole as his nose was jammed between her 
tightly clenched ass cheeks. Save for the agonizing pain of his lacerated 
back, he could almost imagine that he was in his own home, being delectably 
tortured by his lovely wife. 

Dahlia could feel her climax upon her. The familiar hot rushes of ecstasy 
were flowing up and down her fevered sweating body as she rose Kenny's head, 
twisting and squirming in exquisite pleasure. She threw her head back and 
shrieked a long cry of satisfaction as her pussy erupted in volcanic 
quaking, flooding Kenny's tongue and mouth with silky droplets of warm love 
juice. 

Simultaneously, Kenny felt the first spasm of his own orgasm. He reached his 
hand down and began to pump at his pulsing cock frantically. After a few 
jerking movements, he was rewarded with a river of hot sticky come, erupting 
from his throbbing member and falling to the concrete floor below him, 
spreading as well over his naked chest and belly. In the aftermath, he lay 
limp and spent, Dahlia's quaking pussy still pressed tight against his 
mouth. 

Dahlia shook her head. She looked down at the softening prick in front of 
her and grimaced in disgust. She pulled herself to her feet and looked up 
and down the whole body of the man who had just eaten her. He was breathing 
heavily, cupping' his balls in both hands as his excitement abated. Taking a 
step down toward his feet, she raised one leg and kicked him soundly in the 
balls through his fondling hands. 

Kenny Bursk gave out a shriek of agony, double over, and passed out on the 
concrete floor of the machine shop. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

As Dahlia walked over to the bound figure of her young lover she did not 
notice the cacophony of panting and heavy breathing that filled the shop. 
Had she turned herself to face the spectators, she would have been treated 
to the sight of each of Jack's gang in the throes of passion, some being 
fucked where they sat, some receiving blow jobs from the naked girls at 
their feet. But Dahlia's only concern was for her little sweetheart. She 
stood behind Rosie and ran her hands tenderly up and down her pale creamy 
body, gently massaging her back, lovingly cupping her round buttocks. 

Rosie's body was wracked by low sobs. Never had she witnessed an exhibition 
of such savagery. How could she ever look Dahlia in the eye again? 

"Dahlia," she moaned, "how could you do that to the poor man?" 

"But, Rosie, I did it for us. You saw what they were ready to do to you if I 
didn't go along. Besides, he's just a man, like all the other hairy brutes 
who exploit us and rape us, drive us to the whore houses and the bottle. 
Don't waste your pity on him! Think of what this pack of animals is doing to 
us!" She blew lovingly in the teenager's ear, lightly flicking her tongue 
into the canal. 

Jack Rivers was lost in his own world. He'd watched the show of torture to 
the end, forcing Lana Rojas to lightly suck and lick at the tip of his 
surging prick. The sight of Kenny Bursk's humiliation, coupled with the 
revelation of the guard captain's masochistic lust, had brought Jack's cock 
to a new peak of erection. Now that it was over, he pulled Lana's head 
toward him, forcing his cock deeply into her throat. At his prodding she 
began to suck wildly at the cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the 
shaft, breathing heavily, great hot gusts of air onto the head. With her 
hands, she caressed his tingling balls, driving a finger up between his 
buttocks to lightly stroke his asshole, then withdrawing as the pain of the 
chair seat on the back of her hand became too much for her. 

Jack moaned. The spectacle he had just witnessed had brought him to the 
brink of orgasm, and now he exploded. Lana gagged as great spurts of hot 
come shot into her warm, wet mouth. She struggled to swallow it all, drawing 
pained breaths through her nose, She exhaled, and drops of come were forced 
up her nasal passage, again almost choking her as the warm semen dripped 
from her nose onto the shaft of Jack's cock as it plunged in and out of her 
tightly drawn lips. Slowly she allowed the softening cock to slip from her 
lips and sat back, bowing her head in humiliated shame. 

Jack leaned back in his folding chair, savoring the relief of orgasm. For a 
moment he was not a prisoner in rebellion against the system, a thug who, 
after today, might never walk as a free man again. Now he was a king, an 
emperor! His mind drifted. 

As Jack opened his eyes, he saw Rosie and Dahlia as they stood by each 
other, the younger and more tender woman shackled up against the wall, the 
older and aggressive girl running her hands caressingly up and down her 
lover's body. The sight sent a strange thrill up and down Jack's naked body. 
He looked to his left and saw that Ross Levin, one of the mainstays of his 
organization, had also finished with the luscious girl at his knees. For 
that matter, most of his gang had finished taking their pleasure, and were 
just sitting back, enjoying the aftermath of the session of bizarre sex. 

"Hey, Ross." 

"Yeah, boss?" 

"Take a couple of the boys and lock these broads in the dispensary with the 
other one. All of 'em except those two," he said, pointing at Rosie and 
Dahlia 

"Okay, boss," Ross replied, standing and beckoning to three of the gang. 
They began to usher the girls out into the hallway as Jack strode into the 
arena, stepped over the unconscious form of Kenny Bursk, and stopped beside 
the two lesbian lovers. 

"Well, Miss Peterson, it seems you enjoyed that little show more than any of 
us. I guess I was right from the start. You do hate men, don't you?" 

"Now more than ever, you little creep. I just wish that had been you out 
there!" 

"Now, now, Miss Peterson. We must keep our temper. What kind of a high 
school teacher goes flying off the handle like that? After your little 
exhibition, you may be in as much trouble as any of us." 

Dahlia turned white. Her entire team had seen her torturing the guard 
captain. She'd been seen showing tender devotion to little Rosie, fondling 
her lush breasts. All the work of three years fighting for her beliefs in 
the school system. All up in smoke! 

Jack grinned as he saw the thoughts echoed in Dahlia's facial expressions. 

"Well, don't worry about that now. You and your girls are going to be our 
guests for a while yet. As a matter of fact, I feel we owe you something for 
your entertaining exhibition. Since you were kind enough to put on a show 
for us, we're going to put on a show for you in return. A very special 
show." 

Jack walked over to where several of his followers were seated and huddled 
with them, whispering. They nodded assent and followed him back to the two 
trembling lovers. 

Suddenly, Dahlia was grabbed by both arms and held firmly. Jack grinned at 
her as he reached up and unlocked the manacles that held Rosie to the wall. 
The young girl collapsed in an exhausted heap, rubbing her strained and sore 
arms, leaning her back against the wall. 

Dahlia struggled as the two boys pushed her up against the concrete wall. 
She felt the cold cinder blocks against the cheeks of her ass as they backed 
her up, lifted her arms above her head, and shackled her wrists, leaving her 
exposed, naked, facing her tormentors. One of the boys leaned down and ran 
his hand in and out of her still wet crotch, insinuating a finger into her 
tender pussy. The other ran his palms over her tender breasts, then bent to 
bite her viciously on the nipples. 

"Cool it, boys," Jack said. "This broad likes to dish it out. It's our brave 
Captain Bursk there who likes to take it." Jack walked over to the naked 
figure of the burly guard captain as he began to regain consciousness. He 
looked down at Kenny's face as the masochist opened his eyes. 

"Why, hello, captain. Have a nice nap? You certainly put on a nice show for 
us. What a big, tough man. It sure takes a lot a woman to beat a hard-on 
into you, doesn't it?" He laughed evilly. 

Kenny was beyond caring. He knew that this shameful episode meant the end of 
his career. Even if he wasn't fired for the ease with which these thugs had 
circumvented his elaborate security measures, he could never walk through a 
prison gate again without being subject to ridicule. The story wouldn't end 
here. He knew that in future years, these punks would spread the tale 
throughout the state penal system. He averted his eyes from Jack's and 
groaned at the lingering pain in his tortured body. 

"Ross, you and the boys take the captain here and lock him in the dispensary 
with the girls. On your way back you can bring that couch in here from the 
hall." Jack turned and leered at Dahlia where she stood, back against the 
wall, arms manacled above her head. He walked over to her and looked into 
her eyes. She turned her head and looked down at the figure of Rosie, lying 
on the ground crying into her cupped hands. 

"Oh, don't worry about your little girl friend," Jack said with a chuckle. 
"She's in good hands. In very good hands," he said, holding his own up to 
her heaving tits and giving them a mighty squeeze. Dahlia raised her head 
and spat in his face. 

Jack wiped the spittle off his face and then, with a cruel grin, reached 
down and forced three fingers into her tender pussy, pushing cruelly against 
the vaginal walls until she screamed in pain. 

"Now that wasn't nice, Miss Peterson," he said in a low voice. "All I was 
going to do was show your little friend here a good time. Show her that men 
are better than women. Now I'm afraid she's in for a little rougher 
treatment. And you're going to stand right here and watch it. Every long 
painful minute!" 

Dahlia dropped her head to her chest and began to weep silently. 

Jack's cohorts trooped back into the room, dragging the heavy divan with 
them and set it in the middle of the arena floor. 

"There's only forty-five minutes left until zero hour, boss, and the boys 
are wondering what you've got up your sleeve to get us out of this mess," 
Ross said. 

"Don't worry. When this is all over, we'll be on easy street for the rest of 
our lives. I've got it all worked out. Forty-five minutes, hmm? That's just 
about enough time for what I've got in mind." 

He walked over to where Rosie lay, whimpering against the cinder block wall. 
He pulled her to her feet and pushed her unresisting body over to the divan, 
shoving her down on her stomach on the cushioned seat. As he turned to leer 
at Dahlia, warning in horrified fascination, Jesus Ortega, relieved at his 
post, entered the room carrying a cardboard box. 

"And now, Miss Peterson, it's time to show your little prot'g' here the 
difference between men and women. He leaned down and turned the cowed Rosie 
over on her back. His hands roamed at will over her quaking pussy. He cupped 
her full firm tits in his palms and rotated them slowly, feeling a surge of 
renewed passion in his quiescent cock. 

Dahlia watched in disgust and horror as Jack ran his hands lingeringly over 
her lover's young voluptuous body. She glowered at the young convict's back, 
wishing she could kill with her eyes. 

Jack looked down at his prey. She was still sobbing; tears of humiliation 
and sorrow welled from her eyes as she stared blankly at the ceiling. She 
was easily the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She reminded him of 
Grace, the girl whose perjured testimony had condemned him to the living 
hell of imprisonment. Women were all two-faced, whimpering in shared lust at 
one moment, turning into lying vipers the next. He drew back his hand and 
slapped her hard across the face, sending the drops of her tears flying in 
all directions. 

"What are you crying about, bitch?" he cried. "No one has touched you yet. 
But that's about to change. I believe in the old saying, 'save the best for 
last.' And I've got some special treatment in mind for you!" He cackled as 
he reached into the cardboard box that Jesus had brought in for him. 

Dahlia choked back a cry of alarm as she saw the huge rubber dildo that Jack 
took from the box. It was at least a foot long and eight inches in diameter. 
He couldn't stick that thing into her little Rosie. He just couldn't! 

But that was just what the power-mad youth intended to do. He reached down 
and turned Rosie back over on her stomach. His cock was rigid once more, 
straining in lust, aching for new release. He started to knead her plump, 
firm buttocks, gently at first, then rougher, pushing down on the soft 
globes with all his might. 

Rosie gasped at the sudden pressure on her bottom. Her sensitive pubic mound 
was ground into the fabric of the divan beneath her. She felt a probing 
finger thrust between her buttocks, and drew a sharp breath as she felt her 
tormentor boldly shove a questing finger into her virgin asshole. 

Jack grinned as he moved his finger around inside Rosie's tender rectum. The 
sphincter muscle closed tightly around his finger. It was tighter than any 
cunt. He continued to wriggle around in her ass as he reached into the box 
with his free hand, extracting a large jar of lubricant. This he proceeded 
to smear all over the huge rubber cock that he had placed on the divan 
beside the squirming girl. 

Dahlia continued to watch in horror. That dildo would split poor Rosie 
apart! 

Jack pulled his finger from Rosie's asshole and, using both hands, spread 
her creamy thighs as far apart as he could. Her legs, almost in a split, 
hung off either side of the divan. 

Jack gazed down at Rosie's exposed asshole. The small puckered opening 
quivered, seeming to wink up at him as he prepared to force its forbidden 
portal. Holding the dildo in one hand, he used the other to separate her ass 
cheeks even wider than her split position left them in. He shoved the head 
of the enormous rubber cock against the tight sphincter, just rubbing it up 
and down against the muscle for a moment. Then he began to push. He 
straightened up as the huge instrument began to slide in past the protesting 
asshole, and glanced over his shoulder at Dahlia. 

It was monstrous. Positioned as she was, Rosie's asshole was in clear view 
of her lover as she stood manacled to the wall. She watched in rage and 
terror as the bulbous head of the dildo slowly disappeared from view into 
the recesses of her lover's intestinal tract Dahlia winced as Rosie emitted 
a sharp cry of pain at this invasion of her most sacred precincts. 

Rosie thought she was dying. Every nerve in her body cried out for relief 
from the overwhelming pain. She moaned and thrashed about helplessly as Jack 
slowly insinuated inch after excruciating inch of his devilish device into 
her. It seemed to go on forever, as Jack pushed the shaft in, then drew it 
out slightly, only to push it quickly even further in than it had been 
before. 

Jack watched in fascination as he shoved the black leather shaft of the 
dildo ever further into Rosie's tortured anus. Six, then eight, then ten 
inches of the artificial prick disappeared into the poor girl's rectum. At 
that point he stopped. The last two inches of the long shaft protruded from 
her stretched and pained asshole, just barely jutting out from the cleavage 
of her ass. 

He flipped the girl over on her back. She screamed in agony as the dildo in 
her intestine was pushed violently against her vitals from within. Then he 
pulled her down so that her ass hung from the edge of the divan, much as 
Barbara's had an eternity before in the corridor. This position was a little 
more comfortable for the terrified girl, and her cries gradually subsided, 
giving way to low moans of pain. 

Now Jack reached into the jar of lubricant and spread the oily substance 
liberally over his pulsating rod. He sat down on the floor, his legs 
stretched straight out in front of him, extending under the couch between 
the carved wood legs. The tip of his prick was directly below Rosie's 
tempting twat. He could see the dark end of the dildo's shaft where it 
protruded from her ass, only two inches from his throbbing member. 

Rosie was in agony. She could feel every inch of the huge rubber cock as it 
pressed against her intestinal walls. Now she felt strong hands on her 
waist, slowly drawing her down, her back arching as it slowly moved off the 
edge of the divan. She felt something warm pressing at the lips of her young 
pouting pussy, then gasped as Jack pulled her down full force onto the head 
of his thrusting cock. The movement jarred the dildo in her asshole, but the 
real pain, the excruciating shock, came as Jack impatiently jerked her pussy 
against his straining cock and ruptured her intact maidenhead. 

Jack frowned at the obstruction to his entry, and pulled even harder. He 
felt a flood of warm liquid flow into his pubic hair, bathing his throbbing 
shaft Looking down, he saw a river of blood flowing from his tortured 
victim's cunt. 

"Well, I'll be," he grinned, glancing over at Dahlia where she stood, white 
faced, enraged. "So you got her before she even got a taste of cock! That 
must have made you pretty proud. Well, I'm sure going to make up for lost 
time now!" 

He lunged upward, burying his cock to the hilt in Rosie's warm flesh, 
eliciting new cries of pain from his victim. He was like a mad bull. He 
could feel the hard, unyielding shaft of the dildo in her ass through the 
thin membrane that separated the two orifices. As he moved slowly in and out 
of Rosie's cunt, the dildo seemed to perform a sensual massage on the 
sensitive nerves running along the bottom of the head of his cock. 

Rosie began to feel a strange tingling in her loins. The rubbing of Jack's 
cock against the rears of her vaginal passage was weirdly exciting as it 
pressed against the dildo shoved in her tender rectum. She felt as though 
her entire pelvis were stuffed with enormous cocks, and moaned in pain at 
the same time that her pussy began to pulse and exude sweet juices of love. 

Dahlia watched in horror. Attempting to tear her eyes away from the 
loathsome spectacle, she glanced about the shop, only to see the other 
members of Jack's gang observing their leader's lust with rapt attention, 
gently masturbating themselves as they did so. 'Oh, when will this torture 
end,' she thought. In her mind she cursed the governor, the mayor, the 
warden, and all the men of this world who were responsible for the 
debasement of her young love. 

Slowly, Rosie began to overcome the pain of her dual penetration. She seemed 
adrift in a world of pleasure; there was no mad rapist in her cunt, no 
drooling gallery of spectators to her depraved situation, no tender lover 
shackled helpless only feet from her body. There was only the warm, moist 
feeling of stimulation against all the membranes of her pelvis. Slowly she 
began to rock up and down on Jack's questing prick, relishing the feeling of 
union between the fleshy cock in her cunt and the rubber one in her rear 
passage. 

Jack could feel his balls demanding release for their heavy load of jism. He 
redoubled his pace, delighted when his victim began to squirm in time to his 
thrusting movements. She became like an extension of his throbbing member. 
He reached up to her heaving tits as she leaned back on her palms above his, 
running his fingers lightly along the arc of their lush undersides, 
relishing the silky smoothness of the sweat-covered creamy flesh. He ran his 
hands down her flanks and under her hanging buttocks and began to slowly 
undulate the handle of the huge dildo in her ass, eliciting fresh gaps of 
pleasure from the girl. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back 
between her shoulders, lost in a world of sensual excitement and 
enchantment, her every nerve a-tingle, with vibrant ecstasy. 

"AAAHHHhhhhhhh," she cried out in a primeval savage shriek of release. 
Electric shocks ran up and down her abused body as she reached the most 
drawn-out, painfully ecstatic climax of her short life. She reveled in the 
frantic pumping of her tormentor as he pulled her torso up, then let it slap 
down over his cock, up and down, up and down, in an insane frenetic rhythm 
of lust. 

It was coming. Jack could feel the first spasm of release as it traveled up 
the shaft of his cock and tingled almost painfully in the swollen head. He 
picked up his pace even more, thrusting and grunting his way toward orgasm. 

Like a fleshy see-saw, Jack and Rosie bucked and writhed in an insane rhythm 
of lust. The sweat dripped from their bodies and collect in pools on the 
floor, soaking the upholstery of the divan. With one final lunge, Jack shot 
his load, ejaculating wildly into the recesses of Rosie's vagina as the 
obsessed teenager, shuddered with spasm after spasm of her second orgasm in 
as many minutes. It was too much for her. Her eyes rolled up into her head 
and she fell back against the divan in a dead faint, oblivious of the pain 
as her fall drove the huge dildo even further into her intestines. 

Jack sat for a moment spent and exhausted. Then he slowly climbed to his 
feet reached down and extracted the rubber cock from the unconscious girl's 
rear passage. He walked shakily over to where Dahlia stood against the wall, 
white-faced, and rubbed it under her nose. 

"See, you dikey bitch. That's what a man can do with the proper equipment. 
He reached back and slapped her hard across the face, dropped the dildo at 
her feet, and turned to his followers, most of whom were sitting with pools 
of come on the floor at their feet. 

"All right, boys. Let's all go and get into our Sunday best Ross, you and 
Ron take these cunts and lock them with the others. We're going to have 
important visitors soon, and I have to get ready to greet them properly." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Rosie and Dahlia lay huddled together in a corner of the reformatory 
dispensary. From the opposite corner they could hear the low moans of 
Captain Bursk. Three naked members of Dahlia's team knelt beside him, but 
the round buttocks and firm curve breasts of the young maidens held no 
interest for the burly guard. He lay on his stomach, his back a horror of 
cuts and welts. One girl cradled his head in her lap as he groaned and 
whimpered into her golden muff. The other two bent over his tortured back, 
rubbing first aid cream into his wounds. It was lucky for Kenny that the 
gang had chosen the work block dispensary as their prison. 

Rosie was filled with guilt and shame. Her asshole, stretched to its limits 
by the huge dildo Jack had forced up it, was sore, and ached every time she 
moved her shapely legs. Dahlia held the younger girl's head cradled tight 
against her lush tits and crooned softly into her lover's ear. 

"Don't worry, dear. It's all over now. That hideous young man has gone to 
talk to the authorities. It's only a matter of a little time now, and we'll 
be out of here." Dahlia's words displayed a confidence she did not herself 
feel. If the authorities had let them get into this situation, how could she 
trust them to get the captives out? 

As if echoing Dahlia's inner feelings, the iron door to the dispensary swung 
open, and two of Jack's gang entered. They swept their cruel eyes across the 
sea of voluptuous naked bodies in the room appraisingly. Seeing the two 
lovely girls by themselves in the corner, they grinned at each other and 
crossed the room, first locking the door behind them. The taller of the two, 
a black boy, stared down at the top of Rosie's head. His white companion 
looked straight into Dahlia's widened eyes. 

"I'll take the young one," said the black boy. "From the way she carried on 
with Jack, she's a real hot number." 

"All right, Joe," his slighter companion agreed. "The big one is plenty 
woman enough for me." 

Without further conversation, the two thugs unbuckled and unzipped their 
jeans and dropped their pants to the floor. Dahlia stared at the two limp 
cocks in front of her. 

"OK, lady, get your little friend up, and quick. You two are going to suck 
our cocks, and you'd better make it good." He glowered at Dahlia 
threateningly, his ebony features displaying not a trace of mercy. 

Rosie gasped as her head was pulled from Dahlia's comforting breast by the 
grasp of two cruel hands in her long blonde hair. She opened her eyes to 
stare at the head of a long, snaky black cock, still limp, but slowly 
stiffening. 'Oh, no,' she thought. 'No more. Haven't they done enough to 
me?' But she moved her head toward the organ, following the inexorable 
pressure at the back of her head. Thoroughly cowed, she opened her mouth and 
sucked the entire length of the cock into her, feeling the organ stiffen 
perceptibly as she did so. 

"Now suck it, white bitch," her new tormentor demanded. "Suck it hard." 
Rosie obeyed, feeling the cock slowly grow in length until she was forced to 
back off from it as it threatened to force its way down her throat and choke 
her. The black man standing before her began to move his hips back and forth 
in primitive rhythm, moving his cock in and out of her mouth, reveling in 
the sensations of saliva gathering around the shaft, of the swollen head 
moving in and out of her clutching lips. He could feel the stimulation of 
every nerve in his prick as his captive's tongue lapped around and around 
his throbbing shaft He moaned low in his throat, reached down to her 
shoulders, under her armpits, and pulled her arms up, cupping her small 
dainty hands around his huge hanging balls. He squeezed her fingers together 
around the sack, then removed his hands and groaned as the subdued girl 
continued the light rhythmic pressure to his testicles. 

Rosie sucked at the swollen cock in her mouth. She continued to lightly 
finger the black man's balls, feeling his tension mount as he came closer 
and closer to the orgasm he sought. Opening her eyes, she could see Dahlia 
next to her, sucking wildly on the cock of the young white boy, could see 
the saliva-covered shaft as it frothed in and out of her lover's luscious 
red lips. 'Oh,' she thought, 'how can things ever be the same between us 
after this terrible day?' She continued to suck, running her tongue 
languorously around the huge pulsing head of the black cock as it made its 
way to the back of her throat, then returned to just touch her gripping lips 
before repeating its lustful journey. 

Dahlia's mind was racing as she lapped and sucked at the creamy white prick 
that had invaded her mouth. These two obviously had been posted as guards 
over the dispensary while their leader went to confer with the authorities. 
An idea struck her. She moaned into the boy's prick, pretending to be 
carried away by passion. Reaching her hands up, she began to stroke the 
boy's dangling balls, cupping them in her palms, rolling them with her 
fingers. She moved her hands back and squeezed his firm, hard buttocks, 
running her finger between them to brush against his asshole. Her captor 
moaned in ecstasy. 'I was right,' he thought 'This is one hot piece.' 

Continuing her passionate lapping at his cock, Dahlia began to run her hands 
up and down the back of his muscular thighs, expertly squeezing the clumps 
of muscle that stood out, strong and tense. She ran her fingers into the 
tender concavity behind the kneecap, then continued with her sensuous 
massage, kneading the muscles in his calves, pressing her fingers around his 
ankles. 

The boy moaned aloud. This was too much! Never had any woman shown such an 
expert knowledge of his body, and how to excite it His fierce thrustings 
became faster, his breath came in pants as he felt his balls urging him to 
new heights of passion, struggling to unleash the load of hot come that was 
churning in his dangling scrotum. 

Dahlia worked her hand down the back of the young hoodlum's feet, then 
pressed them palms down against the floor to hold her weight as she moved 
her torso forward, forcing the cock in her mouth even further down her 
stuffed throat. Slowly she began to inch her hands toward the pockets of his 
prison jeans. As the thrusts of the prick in her mouth began to speed up to 
a frantic pace, her hand encountered a hard object in the back pocket of the 
pants crumpled on the floor. Slowly, carefully, she extracted it, feeling 
the cold metal of a revolver in her hand. 

Just then, the white boy began to moan and groan uncontrollably, forcing his 
cock in and out of her warm mouth at an insane pace, throwing his head back 
in ecstasy as spurt after spurt of hot, sticky come shot into Dahlia's 
grasping, sucking mouth. 

The black boy was also near his climax. He moved with redoubled fury, 
driving his ebony shaft in and out of Rosie's hot, gripping lips, feeling 
the sensuous lubrication of her saliva. Suddenly, he pulled out and began to 
jerk his cock up and down with his hand as spasm after spasm of lust shook 
his frame and a great geyser of come shot from the head to land all over 
Rosie's upturned face. He sighed in satisfaction and release, then turned to 
see how his companion was doing, and stared right into the barrel of the 
.357 magnum that Dahlia held unwaveringly in both hands. 

"I should shoot your balls off for that," Dahlia said in a low voice filled 
with hate, "but I won't descend to your level. What you are going to do is 
lick every drop of that disgusting slime from that little girl's face. Now!" 
she growled, pointing the gun at him without taking her eyes from his 
companion. 

The black leaned down, sticking his tongue out, and began to lap at the 
globules of come all over Rosie's beautiful cheeks, lips, eyelids, and nose. 
He wanted to go for the gun in his jeans, but he knew what a .357 such as 
Dahlia could do to a man; even if she missed a vital spot, she'd blow a hole 
in him you could put your fist through. 

When the black boy had thoroughly cleaned Rosie's face, Dahlia motioned her 
two captives with her gun to move over to the other side of the room. "Lie 
down and put your hands on your head," she commanded. 

Reaching over to where the black boy had stepped out of his jeans, Dahlia 
removed his .38 Police Special from the pocket. 

"Barbara! Rosie! Tie those two up. Girls, let's get ready. We have an 
appointment with the governor!" 

In the corridor outside the door to the work block, Jack Rivers was in his 
glory. Seated at a table covered with microphones, two of his gang at his 
shoulders, he was giving a press conference. 

"We did not take this action lightly," he intoned. "The conditions under 
which young people are imprisoned in this state at something out of the 
middle ages, and it's time the public found out about it" Jack paused, 
looking down at his prepared speech before going on. A news reporter 
interrupted him. 

"What about your hostages? Are they safe?" 

"The young ladies and Captain Bursk are being cared for in the best manner 
possible under the siege conditions we find ourselves in." He lowered his 
eyes to his speech again, then glanced up as he heard a loud collective gasp 
from the assembled media people and dignitaries. They were all staring at 
something behind him. He turned his head and gaped, dropping his jaw in 
surprise and terror. 

The door to the work block was wide open. Along the corridor he could see 
the supine bodies of seven of his followers, trussed like Thanksgiving 
turkeys. But the biggest shock was the vision of Dahlia Peterson and her 
girls' softball team. They were strung out in a line on either side of the 
outside of the doorway, dressed in the ripped tatters of their uniforms, the 
odd breast or pubic bush peeking out from where his boys had torn the 
material. Dahlia herself stood, legs spread wide, in the doorway, a pistol 
at the ready in each hand, pointing them both at the backs of the leaders of 
the rebellion. Slowly, resigned, Jack and his two lieutenants raised their 
hands. 

"Mr. Wynant," Dahlia said, "your reformatory is again secure. I think you 
better send for a doctor for Captain Bursk. He's sustained some rather 
painful injuries. Now my girls and I are going home. Later today I shall 
call a conference and discuss the treatment we received at the hands of 
these poor abused young men. I shall also have a few things to say about the 
security of this institution, and the caliber of its staff." 

Dahlia handed her guns to two guards who stepped forward to take charge of 
the prisoners. As reformatory personnel led Jack and his gang away, she put 
a protective arm around Rosie's shoulder and wearily led her championship 
girls' softball team out of the building to their waiting bus, pursued by 
media people jabbering incoherent questions. 

As the weary team members sat back against the cushions of their seats on 
the bus, Dahlia stood behind the driver's seat and addressed them. 

"Now girls, we've had a horrifying experience here today. But I think on the 
whole we've held together rather well." She reached down and stroked the 
hair of Barbara where she sat, sobbing quietly." We won't be able to forget 
these last few hours, but let's stick together like a team. I'll see to it 
that none of you are bothered by the press. Any information they want will 
come from me, and none of it will reflect badly on any of you." She looked 
down for a moment, gazing deeply into the big blue eyes of her young love. 
Rosie looked back with love and admiration for this strong woman. Turning 
again to the team members, Dahlia concluded: "Now, let's all relax on the 
ride back home. And be sure to get to bed early tonight. We've got our first 
game next week, and I want every one of you ready for a tough practice first 
thing in the morning!" 

Dahlia could feel a relaxation of tension on the bus as it slowly drove out 
through the iron gates of the reformatory. She sighed as Rosie sleepily lay 
her head on the teacher's welcoming shoulder. Well, at least the season 
couldn't get any rougher! 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Dahlia Peterson sat at her dining room table on the afternoon following the 
hideous ordeal at the reformatory. In front of her on the table were spread 
the afternoon editions of the city newspapers. The headlines screamed at 
her: REFORMATORY LEADER TELLS ALL; Coach of Girls' Team Homosexual. The 
story that followed was the reason that Dahlia sat numbly at the table, 
staring into space. Her life was now effectively ruined. Three years of hard 
work, self-denial and struggle, all down the tubes because of her all-too 
obvious passion for one of her students. She sighed and stood up, walking 
toward the bedroom. Better just to pack and leave right now than face the 
inquisition that was sure to ensue from the story. Perhaps in another city, 
far away, she could build a new life. 

As she crossed the living room, she was startled by the buzzing of her 
doorbell. 'Oh, lord,' she thought. 'Don't tell me it's starting already.' 
With a sigh of resignation, she crossed to the door and opened it. Rosie 
Trivet stood framed in the doorway. 

"Oh, Dahlia," she cried, moving forward to embrace her teacher lover. "What 
are we to do now?" The young girl's face was puffed from weeping, her cheeks 
streaked with tears. Dahlia looked down affectionately and held her close. 

"Rosie," she said, "I'm going away." The teenager shuddered in her arms at 
the words. 

"Oh, no, Dahlia. You can't do that. I'll die if you go. Please say you won't 
leave me." 

"I'm sorry, Rosie. But after this afternoon's papers, I'll never be able to 
keep my job here. Why, I could even go to jail for corrupting the morals of 
a minor!" 

"Then I'll go with you!" 

"No, Rosie. It's better that you stay. In time, people will forget about 
this, and you can lead a normal life again." 

"Normal life! On the way over here, I could see people looking at me, 
whispering things. When I got off the bus, one man even ran his hands over 
my bottom! These people won't forget. Please let me go with you. I can't 
stay here!" 

Dahlia stood holding her lover in the open doorway for a moment, deep in 
thought. She pushed the door closed with her foot and led the teenager to 
the bedroom. They sat together at the side of the bed, tenderly holding 
hands. 

"I'll tell you what, Rosie. It's not going to be easy for me now. I have to 
find a new city to live in, find a new job. It won't be easy to find 
someplace where they haven't heard about this. And I certainly won't be able 
to get a reference from the school system here. I'll have to go into a 
different line of work altogether." She paused for a moment. Rosie looked at 
her questioningly. 

"But I'll tell you what. You stay here for now while I go and get 
established somewhere. When I've got a job, someplace to live, and a new 
life worked out for myself, I'll send for you, and we can be together 
again." 

"Oh, Dahlia!" The voluptuous teen hugged her lover tightly. "Do you mean it? 
You're not saying that just to be rid of me?" 

Dahlia put her arms around the young girl and caressed her curved back. She 
ran her hands up and down her flanks, reaching up to cup the jutting, 
rose-tipped breasts. Tenderly, she lowered her lips to Rosie's and kissed 
her, lightly running her tongue along the younger girl's lips. 

"Do you think I could ever lie to you. You mean everything to me. It'll be 
hard for both of us. But we'll make it, no matter what!" 

As Dahlia spoke, Rosie languorously lay down flat on the bed, closing her 
eyes as she listened to Dahlia's protestations of love. She reached up and 
grabbed the older woman's hand, drawing her down beside her. They embraced, 
gluing their lips together as their tongues dueled lustfully. For the moment 
they forgot all their troubles, past present and future as their body 
temperatures rose. Rosie put her hands on Dahlia's pert, upturned tits and 
softly kneaded them, feeling the nipples rise against her palms. She stroked 
the teacher's flanks, moving her hands down to cup the round, firm buttocks 
through the fabric of Dahlia's skirt. 

"Oh, Rosie," Dahlia breathed, running her tongue into the girl's ear. "What 
am I going to do without you?" Unhurriedly, she began to undress the 
teenager, worshipfully unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off. Rosie wore 
no bra, and the erect nipples of her full breasts stared, up at the teacher. 
She lowered her head to them, sucking their fullness into her yearning 
mouth, nipping them with her perfect teeth. She moved her hands down and 
unzipped Rosie's skirt, sliding it from her creamy thighs. It fell in a 
crumpled heap on the carpets as Dahlia's questing hands moved under the 
elastic band of the young girl's panties, entangling her fingers in the 
golden pubic hair, then moving gently downward, stroking the quivering lips 
of Rosie's cunt. The young girl moaned, wriggling her full buttocks against 
the bed spread as her passion mounted. She moved her own delicate hands up 
under Dahlia's skirt. The teacher wore no underwear, and Rosie's fingers 
trailed lightly and lovingly over the firm flesh of Dahlia's round ass 
cheeks, just barely touching the fine hairs that grew along the crack 
between them. 

Dahlia stood and quickly shucked off her clothing. She leaned down and 
removed Rosie's panties so that both girls were naked, having already 
stepped out of their shoes. The disgraced teacher gazed in mixed adoration 
and lust at the glory of her young lover's nubile body. 

With a choked cry of passion, Dahlia lowered herself upon Rosie's receptive 
frame, grinding her own pubic mound against that of her lover. Forgotten for 
the moment was the abject humiliation and degradation of the previous day. 
The two women embraced each other, kissing with wild abandon, pressing their 
tits against each others' heaving chests as they both felt their tender 
pussies start to burn as love juices moistened them and their passion rose. 

Dahlia pulled herself from Rosie's body and lay perpendicular to the girl as 
she ran her lips down her chin, over her distended nipples. Nipping, 
kissing, and licking, she ran her mouth over the gentle rise of Rosie's 
belly, reaching the silky down of her pubic hair. She hunched herself up on 
the bed, placing her knees on either side of Rosie's head as she dipped her 
face down between the teenager's creamy thighs and glued her lips to Rosie's 
pouting pussy. She could feel her lover's hands reach up to grasp her 
buttocks, pulling her pelvis down, beginning the gentle lapping of love 
against Dahlia's fiery cunt. 

The two young women were lost in the symphony of lust. Their mouths and 
tongues worked wildly. They gasped in unison as each inserted her tongue 
sinuously into the other's cunt. As one, they worked their tongues around 
and around the interiors of each others' pussies, feeling their passions 
rise to a fever pitch. 

Their motions were frantic as they writhed and wriggled on the bed. Rosie 
raised her arms to clutch at Dahlia's pendulous breasts where they swung 
free above her belly, tweaking and squeezing the blood-engorged nipples, 
running her fingers around the delicate curves of creamy, firm flesh until 
Dahlia moaned uncontrollably. 

Dahlia forced her hands under the young girl's buttocks, pushing them 
together and up, trying in this last moments of passion to get the young 
girl's pussy into her mouth as fully as possible. Her lips completely 
covered Rosie's pouting pussy lips as her tongue worked madly inside, 
sliding silkily around the vaginal walls, then moving wildly up to the 
rising button of the young girl's clit, nipping at it, feeling it become 
even stiffer as more and more blood surged into the passionate button of 
love. She gasped and moaned again as Rosie followed suit in her own dripping 
cunt. 

The two bodies moved as one, a set piece of lust that moved up and down in 
tandem, uttering little squeals of delight at each new oral manifestation of 
love. Rosie moved her hands slowly up and down Dahlia's back, running her 
fingers down the teacher's curved spine, eliciting moans of pleasure from 
the older woman. 

Dahlia felt as though every inch of her body had become an erogenous zone. 
How could she ever leave this perfect lover? 

"OHHhhh ... " Rosie moaned as she felt the heat and ecstasy of orgasms begin 
to take over her body, driving thought and reason from her mind as she 
bucked up against Dahlia's clinging lips with all her adolescent strength. 

"Ahhhhhhhh ..." Dahlia could feel her pussy begin the taut and rapid 
contractions of fulfilled love. Rosie's tongue was moving in insane little 
circles, darting in and out of her cunt, licking madly at her erect clitoris 
as her hands continued their gentle probing of her spinal column, seeming to 
trace with her fingers the hot waves of lust that travelled up and down her 
frantically writhing frame. 

Suddenly, the two women seemed to rise as one, almost levitating their 
bodies from the bed as spasm after spasm of orgasmic heat overpowered them, 
endowing them with new strength. Their lust overpowered them, endowing them 
with new strength. They bucked up and down, feeling their passions rise 
toward climax. It was the best that had ever been. If only it could go on 
forever, or they could die now, having tasted the fruits of paradise 
together. 

They peaked then, in perfect harmony, running their hands up and down each 
others' bodies as if trying to seal a permanent impression in their 
fingertips of every square inch of them. 

The two women shrieked into each others' pussies as they felt the final, 
almost unbearable, pleasure of orgasm take over their quivering bodies. As 
they began to descend from the heights of sexual ecstasy, their movements 
slowed. They continued to rock back and forth for a few moments, savoring 
the final taste of love juice from their pussies, until they lay sprawled 
together in lovers' union on the bed motionless. 

Dahlia lay as if in a daze, lightly stroking the lovely body of the girl 
under her, her mouth still only inches from Rosie's twitching, sopping cunt. 
Her mind raced. Slowly she sat up and moved over, sitting in a yoga position 
by Rosie's head, her dripping pussy boldly exposed to her lover's adoring 
gaze. She looked down affectionately into Rosie's eyes. 

"You're right, darling. I can never let you go. Would you really be willing 
to suffer with me through the dark days ahead?" 

Without hesitation, the teenager nodded her head enthusiastically. 

"Well, then, I guess I'll have to take you with me. Now, here's what I want 
you to do. Go home and pack a bag. Don't take anything you don't need. Write 
a note to your parents. Make it good. Tell them that you can no longer stand 
to live here with the shame of your corruption. Describe me as a monster who 
forced you into a life of perversion. Tell them that you're going to New 
York to build a new life." 

"But, Dahlia. I can't forsake you like that! Why can't I just tell the 
truth?" 

"Because you're a minor, dear, and they're going to be looking for us both. 
Now, I'll give you some money. You'll take a bus for San Francisco and get a 
room. I'll have to do the really hard part. I'll have to stay here and put 
up with things for a few weeks so no one will suspect that we're going off 
together. When I think it's safe for me to join you, I'll send you a letter 
care of General Delivery, San Francisco Post Office, and tell you when and 
where to meet me. Don't write me here, no matter what. They'll probably be 
watching my mail. Now, you'd better get dressed and go home." 

Dahlia watched as the young girl put on her clothes, slowly hiding her 
delectable body. It was going to be hard, very hard. But it would be worth 
it. As she solemnly handed Rosie her travel money and tenderly kissed her 
adieu, she was already planning the wonderful life they would lead in San 
Francisco. 


 End
