FR-149  The Seduced Wives
[aka 'Prison For Wanton Wives' or 'Punishing Their Wives Vol 2']
(Peter Ryan)


In the first volume... 

Four young people, a beautiful, lithe blonde, Caroline Evers, and her 
husband Bob, and a cute brunette, Susie Miller, and her husband Larry, were 
arrested and sentenced to the county work farm for nothing more serious than 
running out of gas at the wrong time. Stunned and disbelieving, they let 
themselves be led into prison ... and into a nightmare beyond their wildest 
imaginations! 

Forced to choose between working like a pair of slaves at the county hog 
farm in the summer heat, the two girls took the only alternative ... letting 
the sadistic warden and his men work their lusts on them. Their last 
remnants of decency were sliced away as the two young wives were forced to 
perform with a pair of black convicts from the men's prison where their 
husbands were incarcerated. 

From that it was an almost painless step to the warden's new venture ... a 
prostitution service for truckers stopping at the nearby truck stop his 
brother-in-law owned. Carolyn was first, totally numbed to the horrors of 
her imprisonment and rape by now, and she did everything the three truckers 
demanded of her and more! 

Susie was hauled from her cell for a late-night rendezvous with a pair of 
real truck-driving men, and she took everything they had and left them 
gasping! What had happened to these two faithful wives? What had made them 
snap, what had turned them into man-hungry whores? Or was it only a defense 
against the horrors of their surroundings, the only way they could stay 
alive and sweat their way through the ninety day sentence? 

But the worst that could happen was not far behind. . . Bob and Larry got 
word of the warden's treachery at the nearby men's compound and began to 
labor in their zeal for escape ... and revenge! 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Susie, I can't, I just can't do it again!" the blonde girl cried, her eyes 
red with tears and her cheeks flushed with color. She lay on her bunk, naked 
in the hot, humid night, her thin sheet crumpled at her feet. 

"But, Carolyn, it's a chance ... a faint one, but the only one we've got!" 
the cute teenage brunette explained, wiping the perspiration from her brow 
and brushing her bangs back into place. She was wearing prison clothes, a 
skirt and a loose-fitting blouse, and though Carolyn could not have known, 
she had on nothing underneath ... she was as naked beneath her uniform as 
she had beeen a short while ago in the cab of those truckers' rig at the 
truck stop! 

"What makes you think those guys would help us? They paid for your services, 
that's all ... just like those three guys earlier paid for me!" Her eyes 
flooded with stinging tears as she remembered the humiliations ... three 
men, three of them! 

"Carolyn, I know it's a slim chance ... but do you honestly think you can 
stand another eighty days and nights like this?" The young brunette knew her 
words were harsh and that the memories hurt her gentle blonde girlfriend 
like a knife blade between her ribs, but it had to be done ... there had to 
be some way out of this prison camp! 

The tall, good-looking blonde girl stood up, still naked; she had only the 
faintest bruises and teeth-marks to evidence the wild orgy she had been a 
part of against her will this same night. She had been the first to go the 
first in the warden's scheme to make some extra money and have some laughs. 

"Okay," she said quietly, looking for her blouse to cover the proud, high 
curves of her breasts. She was lithe and slinky, like a fashion model, and 
her tits were the kind women spend millions of dollars trying to get high 
and taut, her nipples pink and perfectly formed as they jutted in tiny 
crinkly peaks from the swelling mounds of her breasts. Her legs were long 
and slender and smooth, the best part of her body really, and where they 
came together was a light, fleecy triangle of downy pubic hair that covered 
her sex ... and beneath that sparse vee lay the secret of her own body's 
mutinous betrayal. Even Carolyn did not know the whole truth ... that she 
had gone far beyond what she had to do with those men the warden sent her 
to. That she had betrayed her own shredded sense of decency, the last faded 
remnants of the morality she had possessed when she entered this awful 
place. That she had actually enjoyed the things those men did to her! She 
was sorely ashamed, humiliated and tearful that she could have let her body 
run away with her that way, but it had happened ... and would it happen 
again? God, would she be powerless to control the pagan, primeval urgings of 
her own wanton desires? 

"Hurry up, the guard is going to take us back to the truck stop. Al that's 
one of the guys must have paid a lot of money, 'cause they're going to give 
us one of the rooms this time." 

Carolyn was pulling on her panties, stepping first with one long curvaceous 
leg and then the other, into the thin cotton prison-issue underwear. "A 
room? I had one before ... where did you ... I mean..." 

Susie looked down at her feet, she was barefoot, having left her shoes in 
the prison car. "In a truck cab...,with the two of them." 

"Oh, Susie ... it must have been awful!" The blonde exclaimed. 

"Yes, it was," Susie lied. "But it might be our ticket out of this 
nightmare. Now, come on before they change their minds!" 

* * * 

There were two truckers waiting for the girls when they were led by the 
off-duty guard from the prison camp to room five at the rear of the truck 
stop. It was a tiny room with four double-decker bunks, just a space for 
sleeping that few of the drivers used now that the big rigs all had sleeping 
space and air-conditioning and stereo tape decks for entertainment. Only 
there was no entertainment like this on the road ... this was something 
special! 

Carolyn looked at the two men. One was older, maybe in his fifties, with 
short graying hair and a three or four day growth of beard. He looked 
hardened from many years on the roads the way men his age can look. His 
partner was much younger, somewhere in his twenties, and not at all 
bad-looking. He was nearly blonde, with hair surprisingly long for a man in 
this notoriously conservative trade. A tattoo on his upper arm told he had 
been in the service, the Navy she guessed, and a closer look showed the 
naval insignia and his initials. This one was Al, she surmised from the 
initials. 

"Hi, girls ... we were beginning to wonder if you would make it," the older 
man said. "My name's Bert ... and this is Al. Susie, we know you well 
enough, but what's your pretty blonde girlfriend's name?" 

Susie smiled generously and nudged her friend as a reminder of their plan. 
"This is Carolyn ... she's quite a girl." 

Al stepped closer to her and looked her over like a heifer at a county fair. 
"I'll say ... you're a mighty fine-lookin' woman, honey. How's about if we 
see a little more ... maybe you and Susie here could do a little, uh, 
striptease. You know, like at the hoochie-koochie shows!" 

Carolyn blushed and shivered with dread at the thought, but she had become 
numbed to nearly everything now and she knew she could do it if it might 
mean freedom. "Okay, Al ... w-whatever you f-fellows want," she smiled 
weakly, her lips trembling. 

"Bert, see if you can get some music on that radio there by the bed ... 
maybe a good rock'n roll song for the ladies to wiggle to!" 

The gray-haired truck driver, his shirt sleeves rolled up to expose his 
muscled arms, thick and powerful from years of swinging big rigs along the 
nation's highways, tuned the ancient radio until he found a static-laden 
all-night station from Ohio, blasting out the latest in top-twenty rock and 
roll. He returned to the girls and his friend, now sitting on the edge of 
one bunk and ready for the "show" to begin. 

Bert looked at Carolyn and Susie the blonde was obviously nervous and 
afraid, as if this might be something new to her. And Susie was strained, 
exhausted from their earlier ordeal in the truck cab. "How about a drink 
first, ladies?" he asked with a grin. "You both look like you could use 
one." 

Carolyn answered without even thinking; she ordinarily cared little for 
alcohol, but the older trucker was right she needed one if she ever had! 

"Yes, sure! A double ... of anything!" Carolyn replied as the two men 
laughed. 

"Kinda new at this, huh?" Al inquired. He was already getting a hard-on, and 
if his guess was right, this would prove to be one hell of a night. 

Carolyn nodded. She felt oddly ashamed, as if being a decent girl most of 
her life was something to be embarrassed about. 

"Well, don't you worry ... Ol' Bert and I'll teach you all you need to 
know." 

Carolyn managed a smile and she looked at her girlfriend; their eyes met and 
they passed a silent prayer for escape. That this wantonness would lead them 
to something better ... freedom and perhaps a chance to free their husbands. 
Carolyn knew a good big city lawyer could win them both an appeal, even now, 
and if she could only get away from this place, she was almost certain the 
warden would not try to come after them. After all, he had more to lose than 
anyone if the story of all this got out ... he was aiding and abetting 
prostitution, as guilty of a crime as any man under his powerful command ... 
Dear God, this has to work, it has to! 

Bert was back in a minute from the truck with a paper bag, and in it was a 
bottle of cheap bourbon and a stack of plastic cups, the clear kind that 
squeeze in your hand if you're not careful. 

"Here's the party, girls ... sorry, but I ain't got no ice. We'll just have 
to drink it with water." 

Carolyn winced at the prospect of harsh, supermarket-brand bourbon with tap 
water in this heat, but she dreamed also of the sanctuary it might offer ... 
the ' hazy shroud of drunkenness that would make her forget! 

She took the cup that Bert offered and watched as Susie downed hers in two 
hard swallows. "Jesus!" the brunette gasped, her face flushed and her eyes 
filled with tears. "That must be hundred-proof!" 

Bert and Al laughed. "Yeah, it's hundred proof. . . and you'll feel it right 
down to your pussy!" the older man cackled. 

Carolyn hung her head, the words bringing her back to the cruel reality of 
her presence here. She could not make the mistake of forgetting what she was 
to these men ... not a loving wife who was trapped in a nightmare of sin and 
debauchery, but just a whore! A tramp for them to kiss and feel and fuck! A 
cunt to empty their bloated balls into, and that was all! 

"Turn the music up, Bert ... let's get on with the show, girls. One at a 
time, okay, so we can watch real good. And the best performer gets, let's 
see ... how about it, Bert, an extra ten dollars? But not paid to the boss, 
straight to the girl, okay?" 

His driving partner of five years nodded and grinned through his cracked and 
yellowed teeth. "Good enough ... let's see some skin!" 

Carolyn looked into her cup of bourbon and water, looking into the tepid 
pool of liquid as if it might offer some foretelling of her future ... would 
she ever escape this nightmare? Would she ever escape from this endless 
cycle of men and sex!? 

She downed the thinned-down bourbon in a single swallow and choked for air 
for a full minute as Al slapped her on the back. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning close to her cheek and kissing her lightly 
in front of her ear. 

"Yes ... I'm okay," she stammered, still wheezing for air as the strong 
bourbon did as the man had told her, burned its way all the way to her 
loins! 

His hand on her back moved slowly downward and she shivered expectantly as 
his fingers moved over the curve of her slender hip. He kissed her again and 
his hand moved still lower, down the supple line of her thigh and up under 
her short denim skirt. 

"Nice, baby, real nice," he murmured softly into her ear, his breath heavy 
with alcohol. "I'm gonna like fuckin' you a whole lot. . . yes, sir, a whole 
lot!" 

Carolyn gulped back her shame and tried to keep her mind on Susie's scheme 
she had to make these men enjoy themselves enough to help them escape! 

She smiled sweetly and put her arms around this stranger; her heart pounded 
with shame and humiliation as she kissed him hard on the lips, her mouth 
open so that his tongue slipped into her mouth and burrowed down her throat. 
She let herself be pulled against his tall, muscled body and she ground her 
soft girlishness into his flesh, pushing her pelvis into his upper thigh. 
She felt his dick stiffen against her body and she could tell he was 
well-hung. 

He kissed her again and only released her when his buddy reminded him of the 
"show" they were expecting. Carolyn backed away, her face red with color and 
her pulse going a mile-a-minute ... But was it only shame and humiliation 
that made you feel this way? Wasn't it something else, Carolyn, the 
closeness of his virile hardness and the promise of his cock between your 
legs? 

Carolyn bowed her head in shame and prayed that the answer was no...I 
haven't let them turn me into a whore! I still love Bob and when this 
nightmare is over, he'll take me back and we'll make each other forget! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Everyone in the cellblock was asleep, except for maybe a couple of 
old-timers with plumbing problems who stayed awake half the night every 
night. Bob and Larry were both wide awake, though they remembered to breathe 
deeply and rhythmically so that the night guard would not hear their 
"day-time" breathing and get suspicious. They had laughed at the silliness 
of such extremes at first, but the old "bull" who sold them this plan for 
escape convinced them otherwise everything had to be done as ordered, right 
down to the last detail, for there was no margin at all for error. 

It was exactly three A.M. by Larry's watch, and he could barely see the dial 
as he lay with his face on his arm so that the luminous digits would be 
visible. This escape had cost them what little they had 

forty dollars not much by standards in the outside world, but in this 
hell-hole it was a fortune. There were others involved, old-timers who owed 
the "bull" a favor from years past, but Larry and Bob knew none of them. It 
was planned that way so that they could not spill the beans on anyone else 
if they were caught and brought back in leg irons for a thirty-day rest in 
the "hole". The segregation unit was a squat concrete blockhouse square in 
the middle of the camp, with a corrugated roof the only protection against 
the sun's mid-day heat. Thirty days in that sweat-box, existing on just the 
barest of food, was enough to break most men for life, if they managed to 
make it through the full stretch without cracking and being hauled off to 
the state hospital for a stay in the nut-house, a visit that would not count 
as part of their sentence, so that when they returned, they'd start where 
they left off. Within another six months tacked on for escape. 

Larry looked again at the dial of his watch ... They're late, damn it, it's 
four past three already! Something's gone wrong, I know it has! We'll never 
see Susie and Carolyn again, never! 

Just then, there was enough noise to awaken the dead buried in the camp 
cemetery as the fire klaxon went off shrilly and a couple of hundred sleepy 
convicts, tired from toiling in the fields and dreading tomorrow's heat and 
humidity, rolled out of bed. Most had not yet realized that it was not the 
wake-up bell, but the camp fire-alarm. And a lot of them would not have 
known anyway, for the fire-alarm had not sounded in nearly a year. 

"What the hell!" somebody grunted close by Larry, but he was already on his 
feet. The night guard was at the door to the yard, cursing loudly and 
yelling for some word from the towers where the sergeant of the guard, the 
only ranking officer at night, was probably asleep, curled around a pint of 
rye. 

"Damn it, Sarge ... the light won't come on! What do I do!? " he was 
screaming, trying to be heard over the raucous din of the whining klaxon. 

A faint voice could be heard as the sergeant clamored down the steps to the 
yard below, ". . . them out of there ... the rules ... never mind the..." 

Bob was first by the barred gate to the outside yard and Larry was hard 
behind him; they did not even look at each other lest someone wonder why 
they were already dressed when their bunks were halfway to the back of the 
block. 

"All right, you animals ... step lively and stay together in the yard!" the 
guard bellowed in the darkness. The only light was from the searchlights of 
the guard towers outside as they focused on the yard and swept the source of 
the alarm ... the number three supply shed adjoining the main block. There 
was smoke everywhere but no sign of fire and already the sergeant was 
becoming suspicious. 

Larry glanced again at his watch . . three-ten, just five minutes or less 
before they found the pulled breaker and switched the compound floods back 
on and bathed the whole camp in a light as bright as the mid-day sun. 

Larry and Bob were the third and fourth men outside, right behind a couple 
of youngsters who had darted ahead, coughing and choking as they ran through 
a dense cloud of acrid smoke the smoke that the two men knew to be from a 
pile of kerosene-and-turpentine soaked rags. They followed the first two, 
and then cut sharply right in the darkness, along the wall of the 
barracks-type cellblock. They hugged the wall, staying so close that the 
searchlight's beam would not give them away. When they were around the far 
corner, they made for the fence closest to the administration building, the 
lowest of the four fenced perimeters at eight feet, yet capped like the rest 
with barbed wire in loose coils. The warden would have liked even tighter 
security, so the story went, but the state would not allow it, as this was 
technically a medium-security correctional facility, though he ran it like 
the tightest A hardened-convicts' "gun-camp". 

They stumbled and fell in the darkness and already behind them they could 
hear the guards lining the men up for a count. Larry dropped to his knees at 
the fence and found the blanket that was left for them, a standard-issue 
heavy winter blanket stolen from the supply house before the rags were 
doused and set afire. 

"Here it is ... help me get it over the fence," Larry whispered as loudly as 
he dared. This area was supposed to be swept by the searchlight every 
half-minute, but with the compound lights out, the searchlights were all 
trained on the barracks and the men standing outside in the yard, most of 
them still in their undershorts and a few stark naked, taking the jokes of 
their buddies. 

They managed to get it over the coiled barbed-wire fence on the second try 
and Larry stood close to the fence. Just as they had rehearsed it mentally a 
thousand times, Bob climbed onto his shoulders and threw himself over the 
blanket. The wire poked through in places and cut him, but the pain was 
hardly noticeable as their hearts pumped from the tablespoonfuls of 
adrenalin that were racing in their veins. 

Bob gripped the fence, nearly doubled over the barbed wire, and Larry 
climbed up his legs and scrambled over him, flinging himself to the ground 
on the other side. Then he helped his friend down head-first, easing him 
down before they both made for the woods about a hundred yards away. They 
had been told that their tracks in the plowed field would be a dead 
give-away, but this was the only way out except down the highway and that 
was sure capture as there were swamps on both sides of the roadway and 
anyone running on the highway would be easily spotted in the headlights of 
the search vehicles. 

Just as they reached the woods, they saw the glow of the compound lights 
coming on, and moments later, they heard the clanging clamor of the escape 
alarm being sounded and the confused noises of men shouting and dogs being 
taken from their runs and loaded into trucks for the chase. 

"There ... that's the tree! See that blaze on the side!" Larry could barely 
see anything in the faint glow of the camp's lights this far away, but 
finally his eyes managed to pick up a large pine tree with a vee-shaped 
blaze on one side as long as a man was tall. 

"They'll trail us here for sure ... let's get the pine sap on our shoes and 
find that stream!" Bob shouted. There was hardly any need for whispering now 
as the din from the prison camp drowned out all conversation. 

Larry groped around the tree until he found an oozing patch of pine resin 
and he broke off a handful of the hardened goo and gave it to his friend. 
Then another for himself as Bob lighted his butane throw-away lighter, a 
purchase from the commissary though neither of them smoked. He cupped it 
with his palms to hold down the telltale glow and Larry passed the 
solidified pine sap over it until it softened and began to drip. He rubbed 
it on the soles of his shoes and then repeated the process for Bob. 

"Let's hope this works," he said. 

"Yeah ... but if it worked for the Indians, why not for us?" Bob said. 

"Well, keep your fingers crossed ... now which way is that goddamn stream?" 
They followed the old convict's directions, running full-speed through the 
pitch-black forest, as limbs tore at their flesh and scratched their skin in 
a dozen different places. They stumbled and fell and rose again, panting and 
gasping and struggling to stay together. It was like running in a dream, 
knee-deep in hardening cement, with every step more painful than the one 
before it ... until they toppled down a steep bank and into a bubbling 
stream. 

"Aaaww, my fucking head!" Larry groaned. "I hit it on a rock when we went 
down that bank!" 

"Is it bleeding?" 

"Yeah, but not too badly ... let's get moving. Upstream, right?" 

"That's right...,against the current. He said everybody runs downstream and 
gets caught." 

The water churned around their legs and made the going painfully slow, and 
every other step meant a fall into waist-deep pools and the dripping 
heaviness of water-soaked clothes. And around them in the darkness was the 
uncertainty of drowning and water moccasins and tracking dogs and guards 
with shotguns ... but they were free. They had a chance, at least, and they 
had to take it ... to get even for what those animals had done to Carolyn 
and Susie! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Sit down, Carolyn ... I'll go first. Maybe you ought to have another drink. 
It'll be easier," the prison-clad brunette whispered to her girlfriend. 

"Hey, this'll be nice ... I hardly got a look at you in the dark truck!" 
Bert grunted, sipping a mouthful of bourbon through his teeth. "Let's get 
moving, girls ... we ain't got but another hour a'fore that guard comes 
back!" 

Susie glanced at her blonde girlfriend ... only one hour, they'd have to 
make it fast, but good! 

"Give me that table, Bert ... let's make it a real show," the dark-haired 
young girl suggested with an impish wink. The older trucker pushed a 
battered, knife-marked table over to her and extended a hand for her climb 
onto it. It was surprisingly sturdy and hardly weaved at all under her bare 
feet as she began a slow sensuous "go-go" dance in time with the music that 
was pouring from the old radio. 

She gave it all she could dredge up, everything she remembered from the 
county fairs of her younger years, the occasional strip-tease numbers in "R" 
rated movies she had seen at the local theaters. The music was nearly 
perfect, a grinding, heavy-bass number that gave her ample cause to bend and 
wiggle her curvaceous young body beneath the looseness of her prison 
clothes. 

"Man, that's pretty good!" Bert bellowed, drowning out the radio even though 
it was turned up full. "This is better than a burley-cue show!" 

Susie lifted her hands above her head, clasping them together as she swayed 
and moved with the beat of the music. Her body seemed to undulate beneath 
her shirt and skirt, a ripple of girlish excitement starting beneath her 
shirt and skirt, a ripple of girlish excitement starting with her face and 
neck and coursing down over the huge, rich swell of her breasts. Then along 
the flat plane of her tiny belly and into the flaring femininity of her 
hips. Her feet stayed practically in one position, though the rest of her 
young body moved with growing abandon. 

Carolyn watched with eyes widened with incomprehension as her girlfriend 
performed like a seasoned stripper. She accepted a second drink when Bert 
poured it into her cup and she managed to get it down; it burned a little 
less this time and she could already feel the booze doing its work taking 
the fine edge off reality and making it all a bit more easy. 

As the music changed to a faster number, Susie pulled her shirt out of her 
skirt and lifted it teasingly to give the men a peek at her breasts. 

"Hoo-ee, that's more like it! Let's see some more! Lots more!" Bert was 
doing all the yelling, but Al was enjoying the show just as much, though he 
seemed to be looking more at Carolyn than at the brunette stripping just a 
couple of feet away. 

Susie went through the buttons slowly, starting at the top and easing them 
open until there was a strip of bare skin between the open sides of her 
shirt. Then, she took the shirt in both hands and pulled it fully open, 
pushing her chest out so that her full, gorgeous breasts soared high and 
firm, the large ripe melons jiggling and swaying as she rocked from side to 
side. 

Bert leaned closer and kissed one, full on the large pink nipple of her 
teenage breast. She moaned and pushed it hard against his face, flattening 
the huge mound against his nose and lips as he hotly licked it with his 
heavy, liquor-stained tongue. 

"Mmmmmm, tastes familiar!" he chortled, slapping his pal on the back. "Damn 
familiar!" 

Susie started then on her skirt, turning her back on the men and easing the 
top down over the curvaceous swell of her ass-cheeks slo-o-wly, an inch or 
so at a time. The small of her back was soft and temptingly smooth, with 
just a tiny pair of dimples to break the curve of her back as it dipped into 
the warm, hairless cleft of her behind! 

She leaned way over, her buttocks jutting out just a scant foot from where 
the two men sat watching her. Suddenly, Al edged to the corner of the bunk 
he was sitting on and pushed her small girlish hands away from her skirt. 

"I'll do the rest, honey ... with my teeth!" he laughed, winking at his 
older friend. He took the elastic waistband of her skirt in his teeth and 
began to pull it down, his chin working down through the smooth crevice of 
her ass as she wriggled from the coarse tickling of his beard. 

"Ooooh, that tickles, Al! Hurry up!" Susie giggled, her half-naked behind 
shivering as his face moved along the deep, fleshy cleft of her butt. 

Susie squirmed, giggling uncontrollably, as his chin moved down the cleft of 
her buttocks, and then his nose wiggled into the still-damp furrow as her 
skirt slipped over her hips and began to move down her thighs. He could have 
let it go now and it would have dropped on its own, but he chose to push it 
down still further with his chin and nose splaying the soft nether flesh of 
her ass. 

Finally, he let it go and her skirt dropped to her ankles; she was stark 
naked there on the table, her soft teenage curves completely exposed to the 
two men ... and to Carolyn, who sat with the empty cup from her second 
strong drink, her eyes glazed now from the unaccustomed liquor and a silly 
grin on her pretty lips. 

"Hey, that was all right, baby ... damn fine!" Bert exclaimed, grabbing the 
inside of her thigh just as inch below the sizzling heat of her genitals. 
"Now, you come sit on my lap and we'll watch your little girly-friend do her 
stuff!" Susie knew what he meant, for he was already unzipping his pants 
and. fishing around for the meaty thickness of his cock ... I'll sit on his 
lap! I'll sit on his face, anywhere if it'll help get us out of this 
nightmare! 

"Okay, blondie!" Al began, lifting Carolyn from the bunk with one hand in 
her armpit. "It's your turn and I'm dying to see what's under that uniform. 
I like 'em tall and long-legged, so let's get movin'! " 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Let's stop and rest a minute ... I'm ... worn out!" Bob gasped to his 
friend through the darkness. Larry was about ten feet ahead, leaning against 
an unexpectedly-large boulder that jutted from the stream bed and had gashed 
his knee when he found it the hard way as they worked their way upstream. 

"Sure ... I'm bleeding anyway and I need to wash it." 

Bob managed a weak laugh. "Just sit down and the stream'll do that." 

"I haven't heard the dogs yet, Bob ... do you suppose that means something?" 
Larry asked anxiously, his ears attuned to the slightest sound in the quiet 
early-morning darkness. The crickets and frogs had stopped making their 
noises and the morning birds had not yet started up, so the forest around 
them was as quiet as a tomb, and the two men could not help thinking it 
might be theirs! 

"Yeah, it might mean they've gone the other way and they're too far away to 
hear ... or it might mean, well, let's not worry about that too." His voice 
trailed off and Larry knew what he meant. Maybe they didn't need the dogs; 
maybe the warden and his shotgun-armed hoods were waiting for them at the 
bridge where they planned to leave the stream. Maybe the old "bull" had 
betrayed them and it was all a big joke, with the whole camp laughing and 
waiting for the two city slickers to be hauled back in chains. Maybe ... 
Goddamn, just the uncertainty was enough to drive a man crazy! 

"C'mon, let's get going again ... we can't afford to stay too long in one 
spot," his buddy grumbled between gasping breaths. Bob moved on ahead, one 
leg in front of the other a step at a time. The stream's fast-surging waters 
had seemed deliciously cool at the beginning, but now they were cold and 
chilling and the numbness ached through his bones. His eyes were only 
half-open as the sting of dripping sweat dribbled from his forehead; he 
splashed some water from the stream on his hair and cleansed the burning 
perspiration for the moment. 

He tried to think of Carolyn, to envision her as he always liked to 
gorgeously resplendent in her finest clothes when they went out to dinner 
with friends, but it wouldn't work. Only that last acid-etched memory came 
back to him, that moment in the courtroom when they sentenced the two girls 
to ninety days at the work farm and "took them away ... the last time he saw 
her. It seemed years ago now, though it could be counted in weeks. And even 
now, in the bone-chilling cold of this stream, he wondered if he would see 
her again ... Is it all for nothing? Will Larry and I end up buried down at 
that convicts' cemetery, victims of the warden's shotguns? Goddamn, is it 
all for nothing!? 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Carolyn could see what her girlfriend was doing and she wondered why it 
seemed to affect her this way ... she had seen this and worse since their 
arrests. But now ... now there seemed to be a strange glowing sensation in 
the pit of her belly as she climbed unsteadily onto the table with Al's 
helping hand, her eyes glued to her younger girlfriend as she settled onto 
the older man's lap. She watched in rapt fascination as Susie opened her 
legs and straddled the trucker's stiffened erection; Susie kissed him full 
on the lips and then lowered herself onto the long, thick hardness of his 
cock, reaching down under her crotch to position it before she sank with a 
low slurping sound as his prick rode up deeply into her pussy! 

"Mmmmmm, it's hard again!" Susie murmured excitedly, with Carolyn still 
watching. "You just sit still and watch the show and I'll do the humping!" 

"C'mon, blondie ... let's get going!" It was Al, still at her side, standing 
close to her; his hand was on her hip to steady her as she stood on the 
table. It seemed to be less solid than when Susie was dancing on it, but 
even Carolyn knew the answer to that one ... she was drunk from the bourbon! 

"Here, baby, let me help you ... you'll never get out of those clothes by 
yourself," Al offered. Carolyn stiffened, but remembered her promise to 
Susie and to herself and smiled sweetly, with more than a hint of innocence. 

"Okay, handsome ... whatever you say!" she beamed gently. Her words smeared 
together a little around the corners, but she was still on her feet. Her 
face was radiant, aglow both with the stimulation of alcohol and the promise 
of escape ... and was there something else? Something even Carolyn failed to 
see? Was there also the excited prospect of being fucked, of having this 
virile hunk of truck-driving man on top of her with his cock deep between 
her naked thighs!? 

The handsome blonde trucker began to open the buttons on her prison shirt 
and 

Carolyn obliged by holding her arms out to the sides. 

"I might get cold without my shirt," she purred teasingly. Her belly was 
knotted with fear and dread and she tried not to think at all of her 
wonderful husband rotting away at the men's camp. She knew Susie was right 
this was a chance at least and they had to take it! 

"No way, baby ... I'll see to that." He had the last button open and he 
pulled apart the sides of her shirt, exposing the perfectly-formed orbs of 
her high, proud breasts. Her nipples were soft and pink and they hardened 
into tiny jewel-like buds as the night air swept over them; he could see a 
tiny ridge of goose-bumps along the swelling curve of her breasts as she 
shivered embarrassedly. 

Al looked into her eyes and saw the misted haze of her fear and he smiled 
just before he kissed her left breast with such eagerness that Carolyn 
nearly fell from the table. 

"Ooooohhh!" she gasped, grabbing at Al's shoulder to steady herself as his 
tongue swirled hotly over her nipple and his teeth nipped at the tender, 
girlish flesh of her tit. 

Suddenly, his hand snaked up under her skirt, between the warm insides of 
her thighs and, before she could stop him, his fingers were under the crotch 
band of her panties. 

"N-Nooooo..." She protested weakly as his fingers wiggled under the narrow 
white patch of cotton panties and a single stiffened finger, his middle one, 
crudely probed into the clasping heat of her vagina. He reached under her 
skirt with his other hand and deftly yanked her panties off her hips and 
down her thighs. 

"Step out of 'em ... hurry up!" Carolyn did as she was told, and though she 
still was wearing her prison skirt, Al's hands were under it. free to feel 
and fondle and caress her most secret genitals! 

"Hey, Susie was right ... you are one helluva girl! Mmmmm, that's the 
tightest pussy I've seen since I was thirteen and popping cherries back in 
Iowa!" Al hissed, his breath quickening as his middle finger probed heatedly 
into the clinging fissure of her young cunt. Her sparse, fleecy-pussy-hairs 
brushed the sides of his hand as he finger-fucked her and she held onto him 
now with both her hands on his shoulders, moaning a very real whimper of 
arousal as he wiggled his long, stiff finger into the liquid heat of her 
twat! 

He leaned close to the small gentle hummock of her belly and kissed her 
fervently, his tongue snaking into the shallow crater of her navel. Then, 
laughing to himself, he repeated his performance with Susie, only this time 
he would pull her skirt down from the front! 

"Wh-what're you doing?" Carolyn said softly, almost afraid that Susie and 
Bert would hear her. She dared not look at them, but she could see what was 
happening from the corner of her eye and that was enough! Susie had her arms 
around Bert's neck, sitting on his lap with her knees down in the chair 
beside his hips; she was kissing him soulfully and from the noises they were 
making, it was obvious that his tongue was deeply down her throat as she 
pumped up and down on the upraised hardness of his thick, meaty prick. 
Carolyn could see his erection, wet and glistening with her girlfriend's 
gushing juices as Susie lifted her ass before sinking again onto his lap, 
impaling herself on his long, hard cock and groaning as she slithered 
luridly down the long, thick pole of his erection! Susie was working up and 
down frantically now, and the incessant moaning gurgle from her throat told 
Carolyn the truth ... Susie was really enjoying it! That was no act, it was 
for real! 

Al's teeth fastened into the fabric of her skirt and began to tug it down 
over her abdomen; his finger still stirringly probed into the heat of her 
vagina, working in and out arousingly so that Carolyn moaned excitedly 
through her quivering lips. 

He tugged still further and his chin moved into the light, fleecy curls of 
her pubic vee and he dropped his head and kept pulling until his nose was 
rubbing in the sweet-smelling fissure of her pussy, inches from where his 
finger worked hotly in and out of her twat. 

"Mmmmmm, that's nice, lover," she gasped as suddenly his tongue moved into 
the warm pink slit, splaying the ragged folds of cuntal softness and laving 
hotly down the naked cleft of her pussy. With his free hand, he finished 
undressing her, pulling her skirt and panties off at the same time. And now 
she too was naked. He paused in his lingual caresses to look at her ... she 
could have been a marble-hewn statue of an ancient goddess in some 
millionaire's estate. Or the real thing, her body aglow in the yellowish 
light. Her skin was completely unblemished and smooth, translucent like 
pearl, and she smelled of a recent scrubbing, still strong with the prison 
soap. But it was a good scent, a strong arousing scent that fired the 
anxious virility in his loins and he knew he had to have her ... but she had 
to really want it first. That was the way it always had to be with Al; Bert, 
he'd screw anybody and anything. His friends used to say he'd screw a snake 
if he could find someway to hold it still, but Al was different. A woman had 
to want him, really want him ... and then he enjoyed it, enjoyed watching a 
woman turn into a screaming nympho as he pumped his long, hard dick into her 
and turned her into jelly! 

With a slow torturous movement, lie eased his stiffened middle finger out of 
her pussy and Carolyn groaned at the exquisite pain as her pussylips clasped 
at his receding finger in reluctant desire. She nearly fell and she started 
again to step down, but Al shook his head. 

"Just stay right there, baby ... hold on to me, if you want to, but I'm 
gonna' eat your sweet little box until you cum all over my face!" he grinned 
up at her, both his hands around her hips and his fingers gripping tautly 
the nether cheeks of her ass. 

He held the half-moons of her buttocks like a pair of soft warm handles, 
pulling her naked loins against his face. She gasped at the forceful contact 
of his lips and tongue against the hair-shrouded pink flesh of her pussy and 
she held him tightly with her hands on his shoulders. 

"Open your legs a little more," he said matter-of-factly, and Carolyn found 
that it was not a difficult order to obey. His lips were titillating there, 
she had to admit, and she did not know for sure whether or not she wanted 
his cunnilingual caresses there between her thighs, but it was becoming 
apparent that whatever she willed, her body had plans of its own! 

He kissed her hotly there on the tiny mound of her pubis and his tongue 
worked its way into the warm moist folds of her pussy until his tongue tip 
found what it sought ... the pulsing, pearl-like bud of her clitoris! 

"OOoohhhhh!" she breathed excitedly as his tongue worked feverishly over her 
clit. She wriggled spasmodically, like a hot wire had been touched to that 
tiny marble-like node of sensitive flesh; the ripples of exciting 
electricity coursed through her loins and up into the jiggling mounds of her 
breasts until her nipples throbbed with the telegraphic impulses of Al's hot 
kisses there on her pussy! 

He worked his face lower, angling his lips up from beneath the curve of her 
crotch as her legs moved wider apart. Carolyn's legs were spread so widely 
that it looked like she had been horseback riding, and he could gain 
complete and unguarded access now to the fervently-sizzling fissure of her 
twat as she held on to his shoulders, moaning and gasping from the exquisite 
forbidden thrill of his delicious laving! 

His tongue splayed along the full naked heat of her vagina, laving between 
the ragged pink folds of cuntal flesh, up from the palpitating depths of her 
pussy, along the warm wet slit of her twat to the throbbing, electrified bud 
of her clit! 

"Mmmmmmmm, your tongue ... it feels sooooooo good on my clit! Lick it 
harder, lick it, lover and make me cum!" she blurted,, as if someone else 
were speaking. She didn't mean to say it, but the words seemed to come from 
some secret part of her brain ... that hidden recess of primeval lust that 
was beyond her control! 

"Yes! Yes ... yesss!" she moaned as his tongue worked feverishly over the 
pearl-like node of her hardened clitoris, licking it hotly, circling it with 
the tip of his long thick tongue until Carolyn shook and shuddered with the 
spasming convulsions of her wild, insatiable desires ... she was going to 
cum! She tried to fight it, but this was no pretended orgasm to make this 
man feel victorious, this was going to be the real, screaming thing! 

"Ohhh ... yes, yes! ... OH! GOD! I'M CUUMMIINNGG!! " Her screams literally 
shook the thin walls of the motel-like room and Susie and the older man 
looked on in disbelief as the naked, long-legged blonde leaned back, her 
legs widely splayed, and ground the wet heat of her crotch against the young 
trucker's face and lips. She had her hands on his shoulders, her fingers 
biting into his muscular flesh as she leaned precariously backward, pushing 
up with the sizzling heat of her twat as she worked her pussy frantically 
against the laving, pleasure-giving thickness of his tongue! 

Twice, then three times, Carolyn nearly fell backward, only to be kept 
standing by Al's strong grip on the widely-splayed cheeks of her buttocks. 
And still, he hotly kissed her pussy in an act of cunnilingus so fierce and 
so powerful that the young, lithe married blonde seemed about to lose 
control completely and turn into a screaming, jiggling mass of flesh. 

Finally, Al took his lips from her pussy, licking them as he savored the 
honey-sweet moistness of her love-juices. He leaned back and looked up at 
her over the flatness of her belly and between the firm, high orbs of her 
tits; her nipples were pebble-hard and looked as large as-bottle caps as 
they quivered with desire and the promise of what her secret unconscious 
knew was to come. 

"Hey, honey, you're really a hot little number," Al grinned, his mouth still 
wet with her own juices. She looked down at him through the half-slits of 
her tear-flooded eyes and nodded weakly. She was barely able to stand and 
her knees were like gelatin beneath her. 

"C Can I g get down now, Al?" she whispered weakly. She turned her head 
enough to see Susie, still on the older trucker's lap, though both of them 
were naked now, his pants down around his ankles as she humped him with 
renewed eagerness. 

Al took her hand and helped her down. "Sure, honey . . .just wiggle over to 
that lower bunk, 'cause you and me have got some hard-core lovin' to do!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Susie had seen it all now, she thought to herself as she held onto the older 
trucker's neck with both her bare arms around him. She was hotly impaled on 
the upraised thickness of his meaty uncircumcised erection, and it was as 
hard as a length of pipe now from watching her girlfriend and his friend 
performing just a few feet away. She leaned forward as she lifted her bare 
buttocks from his lap, savoring the exquisite sensation of long, thick cock 
slipping from the taut warm grip of her pussy, and he fastened his lips onto 
her left breast, crushing the firm, large mound against her chest as he 
tongued her small, crinkly nipple into full, throbbing hardness! 

"Mmmmmm, Bert, you sure know how to make a girl feel nice," she whispered in 
his ear as the gray-haired truck driver nibbled and sucked at the fleshy 
warmth of her breast. 

"And you do all right, yourself, kid ... there ain't many teenage girls that 
can fuck like you, honey!" he grunted, pushing up with his lap so that every 
inch of his cock was deeply embedded in the writhing heat of her young, 
married belly. 

Bert reached under her and grabbed coarsely for the soft yielding flesh of 
her buttocks-cheeks, pulling them hurtfully apart so that she sank even 
deeper onto his lap and his prick managed that extra inch into her belly. 

"Unngghh! It's so deep in me, lover ... God, it's in my throat, I think! 
What a cock, Bert, it's . . .just wonderful!" There were tears of blissful 
enthusiasm in the naked brunette's eyes as she worked up and down faster on 
his upraised manhood; she lifted her twat from his lap with eagerness each 
time, for she knew that when she let herself drop again there would be a 
fresh, thrilling thrust up into the cock-hungry depths of her belly, an 
exciting, tingling rush of virile hardness that would force its way between 
the warm clinging walls of her pussy and tear into the soft heat of her 
belly! 

Nagging, finger-waving images of her past flashed in her mind; fleeting, 
shadowy memories of her promises to Larry, her vows of faithfulness and 
truth ... but these last-ditch offerings from her battered conscience were 
quickly swept aside by the thrilling sensations of this delicious, 
belly-filling cock ... nothing mattered to her when she was like this, 
nothing but the hot, thick joy of a dick between her thighs to answer her 
burning needs! 

"Ooohh, yes, yess, Bert ... push up hard! Harder, God, push it all in me ... 
Mmmmmmmm!" Her head arched back and her eyes were closed as her eyelids 
fluttered in the rising excitement of her oncoming climax. She ran her 
fingers through his short-cropped hair, toying mischievously with his ears 
and playing with his neck; her fingertips telegraphed the fast-climbing 
tempo of her sexuality and Bert grinned to himself as he felt the young 
naked teenager shuddering uncontrollably as his deep-thrusting cock brought 
her closer and closer to the brink of her boiling climax! 

Suddenly, the teenager began to hump up and down on the gray-haired 
trucker's lap with incredible strength, working her pert young ass up and 
down with blinding speed as a guttural moan of vanquished desires gurgled in 
her throat. She kissed him on the lips and screamed down his throat, sucking 
on his tongue, oblivious to the strong taste of cheap liquor and nicotine. 

"Aaawwwww! Goddamn, goddamn!" she grunted as she gasped a quick breath and 
Bert felt the gushing warmth of her orgasmic juices suddenly flood his 
still-hard, upraised cock like a soothing balm, trickling down the 
blue-veined hardness of his prick and puddling in the matted, steel-wool 
curls of his pubic hair. 

Finally, Susie sat very still, her breath coming in furtive, shallow gasps 
as her large, high breasts rose and fell in the rhythms of her fast-fading 
orgasm. Her eyes were clenched shut and the expelled air of her lungs hissed 
through her flared nostrils as she recovered from the cataclysmic upheavals 
of her own climax. 

She opened her eyes slowly, like someone awakening in a room filled with 
harsh light. For an instant, she seemed not to remember, not to recognize 
the grizzled, middle-aged trucker who had just fucked her to a screaming, 
choking orgasm ... it was the way she always became when she was really 
enjoying sex. It didn't matter who it was after that magical point close to 
the shuddering brink of her orgasm; nothing mattered but the exquisite 
wanton thrill of hard cock between her legs! 

"Y-You're still hard!" she breathed huskily, her voice trembling with the 
lingering heat of her passion. She could feel his long, thick, uncircumcised 
prick still deep in her belly as she sat on it lasciviously and as she 
wiggled, it came to life again, pulsing and throbbing inside her like a 
second heart. 

"That's right ... and there's plenty left to go right down your pretty 
little throat. How 'bout it, baby?" The older man was grinning broadly, 
licking his lips as he relished the prospect of this beautiful teenager down 
on her knees between his legs. And the incredibly satisfying promise of 
sighing with pleasure as his prick emptied down her throat with her tongue 
licking him clean ... Man, was he ever going to enjoy this! 

* * * 

"Don't move, honey ... I just had an idea," the blonde younger man smiled to 
his bunk-mate Carolyn. She was still naked and she tingled with a 
mind-bending mixture of dread and desire, shame and wanton passion, as she 
waited for him to spread her legs and push his long, virile cock between the 
lips of her pussy and make her cum! 

She looked up at him in surprise, wondering why he was getting up and going 
into the tiny bathroom. Across the narrow room, close enough almost to touch 
if she leaned off the bunk, Susie was' still trembling with the remnants of 
her orgasm and was climbing almost reluctantly off the older man's lap. 
Carolyn watched until she could not stand another second as Susie kneeled on 
the wooden floor between the older trucker's bony, vein-ridden legs. She 
pulled his pants off his ankles and moved between his legs, her fingers 
gently cupping the dangling orbs of his leathery testicles ... God, now 
.she's going to suck him! 

Al had come back, his hand holding a cake of soap, one of those tiny 
hotel-size bars, and a dripping wet cloth soaked with warm water. 

"W-What are you going to d-do?" she grimaced, a thousand wanton images 
suddenly flickering in her tortured thoughts. 

Al's eyes glistened with anticipation as he leaned over her and dribbled a 
stream of warm water between her naked breasts. Her tits were full and 
voluptuous, surprisingly large for a slender young blonde like herself, and 
he wet the cleavage between them thoroughly and ran the cake of soap 
salaciously along the cleft of her girlish breasts. 

"I d-don't understand, Al ... what is all this?" she asked innocently. 

He looked at her derisively until he realized she was not putting him on. 
"You really don't know, do you? Hey, how long have you been doing this? How 
many tricks have you turned?" 

Carolyn blushed. Until this week, she had never even heard of the word, but 
she knew only too well what it meant. "Just a couple ... Susie and I just, 
uh, started. It was this or work at the hog farm in the summer heat." 

"With all that pig shit?" he laughed. "Well, it's nice to know I rate higher 
than pig shit!" 

"Oh, no!" She stammered with humiliation, afraid that her loose tongue might 
have destroyed their chances for escape. "I didn't mean that, honest!" 

Al laughed heartily and soaped the cleft of her breasts until the lather 
bubbled over the sensuous mounds of her tits and dribbled over her nipples. 

"Don't worry ... ! know what you meant. Now, just lie still while I climb on 
top and we'll have us a real nice titty-fuck!" Only then did Carolyn fully 
understand what he planned to do. It was not something she and her husband 
had ever tried, and until prison Bob had been her only lover. 

Al wiggled out of his clothes in a few seconds as Carolyn stared unashamedly 
at his virile young body. His torso was banded with strong muscle and his 
hips were lean and trim, his whole body obviously well-tuned from frequent 
exercise. And his cock ... God, what a beautiful dick he has! It's so, so 
nicely shaped, like it was hand-carved by some master craftsman! 

He saw the look of conscious appraisal in her soft blue eyes and he knew 
what she was thinking; it was no secret to him that he was well built, in a 
lot of ways. Most of the women had this same glazed expression when they saw 
him naked and it made him feel proud, glad that he had spent so many hours 
sweating around the gym or running the back streets and through the park to 
keep in shape. 

Carolyn lay back on the bunk as he straddled her; he was so close that she 
could have almost touched his naked erection with her tongue tip if she had 
wanted to ... and even that wicked notion was one that flashed in her 
passion-stirred thoughts! 

He reached down and took the outside of one firm, pink-tipped breast in each 
hand and squeezed them inward as he lowered his crotch onto her belly. 
Carolyn lifted her head and watched as much in curiosity as in passion as he 
pressed the resilient mounds of her large, full tits in around the long, 
stiff rigidity of his cock. 

"Mmmmm, baby, it's just like a pussy in there! Man, you've got hot titties!" 
he breathed as his hands pushed her breasts in tightly around the virile 
flesh of his erection. The soap made the going easy as he began to rock his 
hips back and forth, sending the length of his man-sized pecker slipping 
wetly along the cleavage between her breasts as he groaned from the 
especially wanton sensation. 

He lifted her tits high on her chest as he squeezed them inward, and when 
his cock slipped from the topsides, out from between the nipple-capped 
mounds of jiggling breast, the head of his cock nearly touched the underside 
of her chin. 

"Lift your head and bend a little, baby, and you can get a taste when I 
titty-fuck you!" 

Carolyn felt the heat of redness in her cheeks, but she did as he ordered, 
pressing her chin against her chest as she lifted her head and positioned a 
pillow under her neck to ease the cramping pain of this awkward position. 

She saw the narrowed slits of his eyes and heard the gurgling moan of 
animalish pleasure that rumbled in his mammoth, hair-matted chest as he 
squeezed the fleshy orbs of her breasts tightly around the slithering 
hardness of his soap-slickened prick. 

Al pushed his cock especially far between the soft mounds of her tits and 
the bulbous, purplish head brushed the underside of her lower lip. She 
jerked away instinctively but quickly corrected her foolish mistake ... No, 
he told me to taste it! I have to keep him happy! 

Carolyn raised her head a little further and opened her lips as the thick 
pole of male flesh slithered hotly between her crushed and pawed titties and 
she closed her eyes in shame as the end of it wormed into her mouth. She 
felt its warmth through the frothy mist of soap and tasted its peculiar 
pungence as it moved over her tongue. 

Al was working harder now, grunting anxiously as he titty-fucked her with 
wanton abandon, humping his loins so that his man-sized erection pumped 
heatedly between the melon-like globes of her jiggling breasts. He could 
feel the budding peaks of her nipples under his palms as he squeezed her 
tits together hurtfully and he knew they were hardening and quivering under 
his weight ... C'mon, baby, turn on! I know there's a hot-blooded whore 
under that cool, glacial exterior! Squirm, you .cunt, squirm and scream like 
the fucking whore you know you are! 

Carolyn licked at the heated, blood-engorged head of his prick as it 
alternately slithered into her mouth and wiggled down between the obscenely 
crushed mounds of her naked breasts. She squirmed under the weight of his 
hands as they worked hungrily over her tits, and without her realizing it, 
her legs were widely splayed and scissoring in rhythm with the lewd, 
tit-fucking movements of the handsome trucker's long, hard cock! 

She tasted the peculiar mixture of soap and the oozing traces of semen that 
trickled from the tiny slit in the end of his organ as it moved over her 
tongue and she knew his orgasm was fast rising ... in just a few seconds, he 
was going to empty his lust-bloated balls between her breasts and perhaps 
onto her face and lips! 

"Get a good taste, honey," he smirked down at her, both hands painfully 
crushing her breasts together around his cock like the halves of a warm roll 
around a frank. "Here ... taste!" 

He pushed up hard between her breasts, lifting her tits until the muscles of 
her rib cage ached from the unnatural pressure. Her tits reached nearly to 
the underside of her chin as she arched her neck unnaturally to accommodate 
him. His prick slithered wetly into her mouth, deeper this time, and she 
could feel its throbbing heat as it swelled in contact with the electric 
brushing of her small, girlish tongue. 

Suddenly, he pulled it out of her lingual grip and began to pump it 
frantically between her breasts. She cried out in spite of her private 
resolve as the pain became unbearable; her tits were pink and crisscrossed 
with welts as he squeezed and crushed them inhumanly ... until the 
long-awaited gasp escaped his lips and Carolyn clenched her eyes tightly 
shut in obscene expectation! 

"Aaaaahhhh!" he moaned, his head thrown back as he knelt over the hapless 
naked blonde. His cock throbbed and jerked and nearly slipped from between 
her tits as it began to spew its lust-juices in a torrent of drenching heat 
that splattered over the curve of her neck and then reached for the 
trembling rims of her lips. 

"Oh! Oh, God!" she blurted as she felt the warm, viscous cum drench her like 
a spring rain, dribbling onto her cheek and neck and between the half-closed 
rims of her lips. She could taste it there and on her tongue and she did a 
surprising thing ... a wanton act that she herself was amazed by. 

Carolyn lifted her face and opened her mouth wide as the dribbling rain of 
warm thick cum spurted onto her neck and chin; her lips moved wide apart and 
she stuck her tongue out to catch his gushing virile ejaculate! She wanted 
it ... she wanted to taste his cum! She wanted to drink it and swallow it 
into the empty heat of her belly! 

* * * 

When it was over, she lay very still, her breath strained and her naked 
breasts rising and falling tremorously as she lay beneath the handsome young 
trucker. He crawled off of her slowly, stretching out beside her on the 
narrow bunk. 

Carolyn opened her eyes for the first time in minutes and saw that her 
younger girlfriend had finished with the other man. Susie was still between 
his hairy, dark-veined legs, his fast-deflating prick oozing from the grip 
of her lips. His cum was where he had promised, down her pretty young 
throat, but Susie looked somehow serene, an almost beatific smile on her 
still-sticky lips. She stood up shakily and the older man helped her to her 
feet. 

"Carolyn ... the hour is almost up," she said softly to the naked blonde who 
lay beside the younger truck driver just across the narrow room. The 
atmosphere was thick with the heat of their spent passions and there was a 
clinging smell of sated lust, a musky scent like the back seat of a 
teenager's car after a romp at the local drive-in movie. 

The lithe, tousled blonde sat up on the bed, glancing unconsciously at a 
watch that was not there, a watch that was locked in a manila envelope along 
with her wedding ring and a locket that Bob had given her on their first 
anniversary, back at the prison. 

"O-Okay ... I guess I'd better get dressed before the guard returns for us." 

Al fumbled in his clothing for his wristwatch. "You're right ... Shit, I 
wish we had all night. I was just getting started!" 

Carolyn managed a smile, remembering finally the purpose of all this. "I do 
too, Al. . . I wish we had a week!" 

Susie turned to the older man, standing up so that he could see all of her 
curvaceous nakedness, every inch of her teenage charms. "I want to ask you 
something, Bert," she began nervously. "Something very important." 

The older, gray-haired man nodded. "All right ... shoot." 

"You haven't asked any questions about Carolyn and I. Don't you have any 
curiosity about what we're doing here? In that prison camp, I mean." 

Al moved off the bed and sat down next to his partner, still stark-naked. 
"There was a reason for that, honey. They told us when they set this up that 
we weren't to ask any questions. It was a rule, they said." 

Susie took a hand towel from the wall towel rack and wiped the misty sheen 
of perspiration from her breasts and belly. "Yeah, it's their rule ... so 
you won't know the truth. I'm going to take a chance and tell you anyway. 
Carolyn and I aren't criminals, we're just a couple of wives who were in the 
wrong place at the wrong time. Our husbands had stopped at a service station 
for gas ... we were empty and it was the middle of the night. There was 
nobody around anywhere, we knocked on the door, but ne answer." 

"So we took some gas ... or we started to," the blonde girl added. She too 
was still completely undressed, though she had her blouse in her hand and 
was beginning to put it on. "The deputies arrived and arrested us. We're not 
criminals, you have to believe us ... our husbands both work, they have good 
jobs. And now, well, they're in the men's camp and we're ... well, you see 
what has happened to us." 

Bert and Al looked stunned, glancing back and forth at each other and 
wondering if perhaps this incredible story was true. 

"You have to believe us!" Susie begged, her hands on Bert's arms. "And ... 
you have to help us!" 

Bert shot up like somebody had grabbed him by the balls. "Help you? You mean 
... help you escape? Honey, you're asking us to risk putting our asses 
behind bars! You two girls are a fine-lookin' pair, better'n an old fart 
like me deserves, but that's too much to ask ... too damn much!" 

Al took Carolyn by the shoulders and turned her to face him. He could see 
the look of grief in her eyes, the expression of shame that mirrored the 
horrors of what she and her girlfriend had been through. There was no doubt 
in his mind that their story was true ... but there was no doubt either that 
he didn't hanker for a stretch behind bars. 

"Now, wait a minute, Bert ... let's hear 'em out. What did you have in mind? 
Maybe there's something we could do." He looked at the beautiful tall naked 
blonde who stood before him, her warm flesh inches from his, but she turned 
to Susie for help. 

"Susie..." 

The young brunette swallowed, gulping down the excitement and fear of being 
this close to escape ... or failure. "I know you can't help us escape ... 
you'd get caught. But you could look the other way while we got into your, 
truck. You've got that sleeping space in the back of your cab, right?" 

Bert nodded. "Yep ... what about it?" 

"Well, if we sneaked out of here while you were dressing," she went on 
animatedly, "You could give us a little head start and then go run find the 
guard who's waiting out in the lot. You could tell him we took off and while 
he's looking for us, we'll be hiding in the truck. And when you drive out of 
here, we'll be With you." 

The grizzled older man shook his head. "I don't know ... it sounds kinda' 
risky to me." 

Susie moved so close to his naked, hair-covered chest that he could feel the 
heat of her crinkly nipples as they faintly nudged his chest. "Please, Bert. 
. . we'll make it up to you, I promise! You won't be sorry!" 

"I say we let 'em try, Bert ... It's the least we can do. And you let me do 
the talking with that guard. I'll convince the mother-fucker that we're on 
the level, Go on, girls, get your asses dressed and out of here!" 

* * * 

Just a few seconds more than three minutes later, the door to room number 
five at the truck stop burst open and a pair of truck drivers ran into the 
parking lot, breathless and fumbling with their clothing. One of them was 
still barefoot. 

"What's wrong? What is it?" the young off-duty guard anxiously asked as he 
jumped from the waiting car. Already he was envisioning the ass-chewing he 
would get if any of the warden's careful plans were kicked astray. 

"The girls ... they're gone!" Bert gasped, clutching at his chest as if his 
heart would stop at any instant. "They took off while we were gettin' 
dressed!" 

Cursing for all he was worth, the guard hurried into the truck stop dining 
room and dropped a dime in the pay phone while the two truckers watched from 
outside. When he came back out, Al took his arm just as he stepped onto the 
parking lot. 

"Listen, we've got a run to make. We'll have to get rolling, okay?" 

The guard looked puzzled and scratched his chin. "Yeah ... I guess you have 
to. The warden said for everybody to stay put, though." 

Bert suddenly was angrily indignant, and his six-feet-three drawn, into 
fierce posturing was a force to be reckoned with. "Listen, kid, is the 
warden gonna pay our salaries if that load ain't in Memphis on time? Huh, is 
he?" 

"Well..." 

"You just tell him good-bye for us. We'll be on the road to Tennessee!" Bert 
took the younger man's shoulder and spun him around. "Let's go, Al, we're 
two hours off schedule already!" 

They walked away and climbed into the cab, almost afraid to speak. Even when 
they had the engine roaring and were churning the big rig onto the pavement 
again, they dared not say anything to the girls they knew were hiding behind 
the zipped sleeping compartment curtain. 

A couple of miles down the curving blacktop, they began to relax. Al opened 
the zipper a foot or so and leaned in from the passenger side of the cab. 

"Hey ... all right in there?" 

A faint voice came from the darkness of the sleeping section. "Yes ... are 
we on the road yet? Are they following us?" It was Susie's voice, thin and 
breaking with the turbulent emotion of this momentous moment in her young 
life. 

"There's nobody behind us and when I get this thing rolling, they won't be 
able to catch us anyway!" Bert bellowed over the deafening din of the huge 
diesel engine beneath them. 

Just then they saw it, like an apparition out of the haze ahead. There was a 
car across the highway, a gray unmarked car with a red light flashing on its 
roof. And beside it, standing in a line across the pavement, were four men 
armed with shotguns. Bert geared down and pumped the powerful air brakes 
until the rig coasted to a stop a few yards ahead' of the blockade. 

A pot-bellied man in uniform climbed out of the unmarked sedan and ambled 
slowly over to the cab. "Good evening, gentlemen ... I'm Warden Mayes from 
the county prison farm and I think you have something that belongs to me." 
He was unarmed, but a pair of burly guards with shotguns flanked him and 
convincingly pumped the shotguns into deadly readiness. 

Warden Mayes climbed onto the boarding step and peered into the cab. His 
eyes were drawn to the zipped curtain and he nodded in that direction as 
Bert leaned forward to allow him access. "Is that where the girls are? 
Carolyn ... Susie...,you girls come on out. 'ya hear? I'm gonna forget all 
about this if you come on right now, but if you cause me a lot more trouble, 
I'll come down hard on 'ya ... and your friends here." 

The zipper moved upward and a fearful, trembling head poked through. "Okay 
... you win. But these guys didn't have anything to do with it. It was all 
our, idea, and..." 

"Now, hush, honey ... I don't want to cause these fine gentlemen any 
trouble. They're customers, after all, and a little over-reacting can't be 
blamed on them ... Now, you ladies come with me and we'll let these truckers 
be on their way." 

Bert and Al passed a helpless look of concern to the two girls as they 
climbed out of the cab, but Carolyn and Susie knew there was nothing the men 
could do to help them now. From now on, they'd be watched day and night ... 
or wind up at the hog farm. 

The truck roared into gear again and disappeared down the long road into the 
darkness. Carolyn and Susie watched until there was only a bead of light on 
the distant horizon from the rear of the rig. It had been their only hope 
... and it was fast fading in the distance. 

Warden Mayes motioned to two of his heavy-set armed men. "Put the cuffs on 
'em in case they decide to get rowdy. Let's go. girls ... I've got something 
to show you. Something that'll just make your night!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The back-country dirt road left the blacktop a few miles south of the prison 
camp, and it rapidly deteriorated from a decent unpaved highway to a disused 
logging rut, with a center ridge so high that the prison sedan scraped 
bottom every few feet as the driver negotiated the narrow, tree-lined trail, 
his headlights the only illumination as they beamed into the dark forest 
around them. 

Carolyn and Susie were in the back seat with the warden, and a pair of 
prison cars followed them. The girls could only guess at what awaited them, 
for they had not even seen the occupants of the other cars. And the warden 
would say nothing, not a word. 

They sat quietly, their hearts pounding in their chests, with their wrists 
cuffed in their laps. Soon a ramshackle old farmhouse came into view, 
illuminated by the searching beams of their headlights. And there were other 
cars there, prison cars, parked around the house. 

"Where are we ... won't you just tell us that?" Susie asked frightenedly. 

The warden rolled down his window and spat a dark, viscous stream of tobacco 
juice out into the chill night. He rolled the window up as they eased into 
the grassy front yard of the old frame house. 

"It's a little place I own ... nobody lives here, but me and the boys 
together here once in awhile for fun. But tonight," he hissed through his 
broken, yellowed teeth. "Tonight, we've got something special ... somebody 
for you to see." 

"Who? Why are you taking us here?" Susie insisted, squirming against the 
tight, cutting metal of her handcuffs. 

The car had stopped and the three men from the front seat opened the rear 
doors. Warden Mayes was out first, hauling his bulk out into the chill, 
silent night. There was a strong scent of pine and the smell of water 
nearby; Susie guessed that they were close to the bank of a stream. 

"Take 'em inside, boys, and show 'em the surprise!" the fat warden chortled, 
his extra chins rippling with the promise of as especially exciting night. 
He had real plans for his men this time, a treat to keep them happy and make 
them forget that they worked for sub-human wages and toiled for far longer 
than the state regulations prescribed. 

One took Susie by the arm and another man yanked Carolyn from the back seat 
and pushed them roughly in the direction of the rotting front porch of the 
old house. They were surprised to see a single electric light burning 
inside, for the old homestead seemed to isolated for electricity. 

Side by side, they climbed the unpainted steps, an armed guard behind them, 
and the two girls said nothing to each other. It was like an unreal 
nightmare, somehow, and it just seemed hopeless to even talk ... whatever 
there was waiting for them inside, there was no escape! 

But nothing, not even the sensual horrors of their imprisonment thus far, 
could have prepared the two young wives for the sight that greeted their 
tear-stained eyes inside the big front room of the house. They had been 
through it all, they thought ... humiliation, gang rape, sodomy, stripped 
naked a dozen times, but nothing was as bad as this. 

There against the wall, hands tied and ankles bound with leather belts, were 
their husbands ... Bob and Larry! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Carolyn and Susie rushed tearfully to their husbands touching them as if 
they doubted they could be real. 

"Bob, Bob! What happened to you!? " Carolyn shrieked at the closer look at 
the dried blood on his face. Her husband lifted his head wearily, like 
someone without sleep for days, and it was apparent that recognition came 
slowly as he blinked his swollen eyelids. 

"Carolyn ... is ... is that you?" he breathed weakly. 

"Yes, darling, yes!" she cried, kissing him tenderly. It mattered not at all 
that his face was covered with dried mud and caked blood. 

Susie warmly embraced her. husband, as adequately as the confining handcuffs 
would allow, and suddenly she leaped to her feet and lunged at the corpulent 
warden. A pair of his guards leaped to stop her, but she managed to land 
both her hands on his fleshy cheeks before they pulled her away. 

"You bastard! You fucking bastard!" she screamed hysterically. "I'll kill 
you for what you did to Larry!" 

"Get her!" Someone screamed as she made contact with their boss, but she had 
at least made her mark. When they tugged her away and tossed her painfully 
to the wood floor, his face was streaked with blood from her nails. 

"Hold her down!" he bellowed, enraged and flushed with fury. "Get a rope on 
her, like a sow! Tie her up!" he crossed the room to a wooden counter that 
had once been part of the kitchen when this house was occupied and pumped 
the old-fashioned pump handle until a stream of icy water spilled down the 
chute and onto the floor. The kitchen pump had been turned around so that 
now the water ran onto the floor and trickled away between the boards; the 
sink was long gone, with just an empty space left in the countertop. 

Spluttering and still cursing, the. heavily-built commander of the prison 
camp leaned far down and put his face under the splashing stream of cold 
well-water. 

"Goddamn cunt! I've got blood all over my shirt!" he growled as the water 
washed the blood from the streaked nail-cuts on his cheek. "Mabel'l be 
askin' all kinds of questions now, goddamn it to hell!" 

Susie was kneeling beside her husband again, though this time a pair of 
burly guards had her tightly by the upper arms. 

"That was a silly thing to do," Larry whispered through the bloodied pulp of 
his lips. 

"Never mind that ... what happened? Why did they bring you and Bob here? 
Susie asked in a whisper. 

"They didn't being us ... we escaped. But it was a wasted attempt. The 
warden and his boys were waiting for us just down the hill from here. We 
went upstream instead of down, but they had second-guessed us ... and you 
can see what they did." 

Susie looked at his puffy eyes, the blood-shot veins that bore mute evidence 
to the beating the two men must have taken from Warden Mayes and his hired 
sadists. "But why ... why did you try it?" 

Larry hung his head again, not wanting to see his wife's face as the flood 
of painful thoughts rushed back into his brain like burning gasoline. "We 
know, honey ... it's all over the men's camp. I know what they've done to 
you and to 

Carolyn ... and we wanted to help you escape too. That's all ... we just 
wanted to..." He started to fade off, losing consciousness rapidly, but the 
warden had cleaned his wounds and was hovering over the beaten and tied men, 
a smirk of victory on his fleshy translucent lips. 

"Now, ladies ... we'll overlook that little outburst and get on with it. 
Your husbands there made a stupid mistake tonight, just like you girls did. 
And now, you're all going to be taught a lesson so we don't have to get out 
of bed in the middle of the night to chase you down again!" 

A big, dark-haired man moved up behind Carolyn; his face was swarthy and he 
looked to be either an Indian or a mixed blood. She knew the county abounded 
in Indians and half-breeds, but she had never seen one at the prison. When 
she looked up to see whose hot breath was on her neck, he was standing right 
over her, a lusting gleam in his flashing dark eyes. 

"Let me have this one, Cap'n," he muttered. "I'd like this one real nice!" 
Carolyn felt her heart pound in her chest and she started to cry; she had 
done worse things already, but not with her husband there. She didn't know 
if she could if they demanded it of her ... but she knew that to refuse 
meant a beating or worse! 

The warden looked disgustedly down at the hapless, still-innocent looking 
blonde girl, barely out of her teens. "Yeah, you can have her ... you can 
all have her! But first, clean 'em up ... I don't want no clap or crabs 
coming back into the farm!" 

Carolyn felt her cheeks redden with shame ... We're like cattle to him, or 
worse! We're like hogs for hi stinking pig farm! Swine that might carry 
disease to his precious pigs! 

"Leonard ... you and Raymond get their clothes off and take 'em over to that 
pump and wash 'em down! Get some soap from the car and clean 'em up good!" 
the warden sneered, rubbing his scarred cheek. 

Bob managed to struggle to his feet, even though his ankles were bound and 
his wrists were handcuffed. "No, please! Leave the girls alone! Haven't you 
done enough to them?" 

A fiercely-grinning guard stepped forward and swung the stock of his pump 
shotgun into Bob's stomach, doubling him up and dropping him back to the 
floor. 

"Bob! God, don't hurt him!" Carolyn shrieked, but she was already being 
dragged across the large room to the water hand-pump. Susie was right behind 
her, and the guards were already tearing at her clothing. 

"Rip that shit off of 'em ... there's more in the car!" the warden ordered, 
and a half-dozen hands moved over the girls at once, as their husbands 
watched helplessly from a few yards away. 

"Oh, God, no! No!" Larry cried, barely able to see what was happening 
through the slits of his swollen eyes. Already, two lust-crazed prison 
guards, a pair of back-country hillbillies if ever he had seen any, had his 
wife's shirt and were ripping it from her curvaceous teenage body. He sobbed 
silently, alone in his private grief, as he saw it rip apart and leave her 
naked to the waist. 

"Shit, Raymond," one of them grunted. "Look at them titties! Man, what a 
pair of knockers this one's got!" 

"Yeah ... real nice!" the other man breathed hotly. His hand had left the 
stock of his shotgun and his fingers moved to the huge, delicious swell of 
her naked breast. Susie looked the other way, her eyes shut in shame and 
humiliation, as the two men held her by the arms and one of them began to 
openly paw her firm, high tits with his calloused fingers. 

"Oh, no! please, leave her alone!" Larry sobbed, though he was still too 
much of a man to let these red-necked animals make him cry like a woman. 

"They shore do look good!" the other guard admired, and his hand took 
Susie's other firm, proud breast and his fingers-began to tighten over the 
capping peak of her nipple. Her flesh rose in welts between his fingers as 
he coarsely squeezed the naked, jiggling mound of her pert teenage breast. 
She looked at Carolyn and saw that the two guards who held her were getting 
the same idea, though she was spared at least the indignity of having her 
shirt ripped off. 

They took it off of her, pulling the shirt down her arms, and then she too 
was bare to her slender waist; she was incredibly beautiful and the men 
could hardly keep their hands off of her as they moved her to the pump's 
spout for the moment the warden had promised them earlier ... the chance to 
strip these fine-looking girls naked and scrub 'em down! 

"Get their skirts off and get going ... we ain't got all night!" The warden 
was watching, but he seemed preoccupied. almost disinterested. It was as if 
he was already wondering if this whole prostitution was somehow a mistake 
... a mistake that might prove costly to him and his smoothly-oiled set-up 
in the end. 

The men hurriedly pulled the girl's skirts down their legs and off at their 
bare feet. 

"Hey!" one of them shouted. "This one ain't even wearing no drawers!" There 
was a chorus of laughs as the men looked lustfully at the young naked 
brunette, shivering under their cold, cruel stares and sickeningly ashamed 
that her husband was a few feet away and watching helplessly this moment of 
utter humiliation. 

Carolyn was wearing just her panties, but one of the men relieved her of 
them quickly, yanking them so hard that they tore apart in his meaty hand. 
"There ... now this one ain't got no drawers either!" 

"They ain't gonna' need no drawers ... not for what we're gonna' do!" the 
half-breed guard sneered, his eyes bulging with forbidden lust as he looked 
hungrily at Carolyn's lithe, naked body. All his life he had wanted a woman 
like this, just once ... a tall, long-haired blonde girl like the ones he 
went to grammar school with. The ones who laughed at him and called him 
names ... and now this one was going to pay, pay for all those stuck-up 
cunts who had ridiculed him! 

His name was Leonard, the mixed-blood Indian, and he relished the job of 
yanking Carolyn to her feet and shoving her spitefully in the direction of 
the water spigot. 

"Get over there, whore ... we're gonna' scrub some of the cum off 'ya 
first!" he spat venomously. Carolyn had both her hands over her face and was 
sobbing hysterically. Bob shook his head slowly from side to side from where 
he sat, tied like an animal. 

"You son of a bitch, you'll pay for this!" he shouted boldly at the warden, 
whose back was to him. Without turning around, the warden put an end to the 
men's talking. 

"Gag 'em, both of 'em ... I want to personally show this little dark-haired 
twat a thing or two. Little lady," he snarled like a rabid dog. His hand 
grabbed a knot of her dark luxuriant hair. ". . . this is for scratching my 
face. This'll give you something to think about while you're back at the pig 
farm shoveling pig shit! This'll show you how much you and your kind mean to 
me!" His voice rose until it was almost feminine with rage, and he unzipped 
his pants and pulled his pudgy, uncircumcised cock out from beneath the 
overhang of his belly. It seemed almost a joke in his huge hand, like a 
scaled-down copy of what a man's cock was supposed to look like ... but 
Susie wasn't laughing. 

"Here, bitch ... this is for you!" Susie turned her face upward to look at 
him. She knew what to expect, and it had become almost an automatic act for 
her now ... she knew he wanted his cock sucked, his naked prick between her 
lips while her husband watched in helpless frustration! 

But that wasn't the warden's plan at all; he had a greater, far more 
perverse revenge in his blackened heart, and Susie soon discovered the 
incredible depth of this heinous man's vengeance! 

"Drink it, bitch! It's all you'll get from me ... I wouldn't fuck you if you 
begged me!" he bellowed angrily, his cock between his thumb and forefinger 
and a scalding stream of his urine already splattering down on the poor 
humiliated teenager like hot acid. 

"Oh, noooooo!" she whimpered in abject despair and shame, but it was too 
late. Her body was drenched with his piss as the other guards laughed, some 
of them nervously, for this was too much for even their lust-stirred desires 
... he was pissing on the naked teenager, pissing all over her face and 
tits! 

Susie sobbed gaspingly and crawled under the pump spigot as one of the 
guards manned it; she felt cleaner after a few seconds, naked, under the 
cold spray of well-water, but the dirt that was smeared on her soul would be 
a long time coming off! 

The warden looked down at Susie's naked, glistening body with a sneer that 
could have curdled milk. He stuffed his cock back into his uniform trousers 
and walked away. "They're all yours ... try not to mark 'em up! I'll be in 
the car when you boys have finished." 

Bob and Larry watched in incredulous horror as four of the eight guards in 
the large, high-ceilinged room took the girl's arms and started to wash them 
under the gushing cold spray of the hand pump. Another of the men worked the 
handle frantically, sending a gushing stream of well water down the metal 
spigot and onto the two sputtering, wriggling young wives. 

"Here's the soap," one of them offered, and two more men started to rub the 
bars of prison-issue soap over the girl's naked flesh. 

"Feel good to 'ya, honey?" one of them smirked, a foul odor on his breath as 
he leaned close to Carolyn's face. She turned away in revulsion, but he spun 
her face around again and kissed her hotly on the lips, his tongue worming 
into her mouth. 

"That's the way, boy! Stick it down her throat ... give her a real 
Frenchy-kiss!" a guard raucously shouted. Larry and Bob still watched, their 
eyes drawn to the horrifying scene like a moth is drawn to the flame he 
knows will destroy him. 

The "washing-up" was fast becoming a sex-crazed party, as the men took off 
their uniforms a bit at the time and passed the soap from man to man. Water 
was everywhere, splashing from the naked girl's skin and drenching the men 
as they lasciviously rubbed their hands and the soap over the hollows and 
delicious curves of their lithe naked young bodies. 

"Shit, get a feel of this 'un!" a round-faced prison guard gushed, his hands 
all over Carolyn's firm, melon-shaped tits. Her eyes were closed and she 
groaned a throaty moan of absolute shame and despair; she was in the deepest 
well-hole of utter degradation. Her body shook with the spasms of naked 
humiliation as the men touched her ... her breasts first, and then as their 
lusts emboldened them, the secret slit between her thighs! 

"Man, I'd rather feel this ... she's got a nice tight pussy! How's the other 
one!" a man laughed, crudely shoving his upraised middle finger between 
Carolyn's water-drenched legs and into the bruised heat of her vagina. 

A chubby young guard, stripped to his undershorts, was coarsely feeling his 
way up between Susie's thighs. She clamped them shut and moaned from his 
wanton abuse, but his hands pried her legs open and a moment later...! 

"Aaaahhhh! Sticky finger time, boys! I've got a fingerful of nice hot twat!" 
He pulled his hand from between her legs and stuck it, laughing 
uproariously, under another man's nose. The two of them tugged and swung at 
each other like a couple of kids, but another man took his place and Susie 
grunted loudly as a pair of stiffened fingers hurtfully jabbed between her 
slender teenage thighs and into the clinging wetness of her pussy. 

Finally, they seemed satisfied with washing the two naked young wives to 
squeaky cleanliness and someone began tugging at the halt-breed's pant legs. 
"C'mon, Leonard ... you said you wanted her! Get the redskin dong of yours 
out here!" 

"Yeah, Leonard ... make a real squaw out of her! Show her some Indian 
tricks!" 

He had not lost any of the lusting fire that gleamed in his dark eyes, but 
he was embarrassed, shamed to the center of attention among these men. He 
knew what they thought of him, how they condoned him because he was big and 
his muscles were twice the size of theirs ... but he wanted this blonde 
white girl, he wanted her bad! 

"C'mon, Leonard! Get it out, buddy ... and we'll just shove her right on 
that totem pole of yours!" a pie-faced guard excitedly gasped. Carolyn 
moaned with fear as four men suddenly lifted her into the air, each one 
holding an arm or a leg and all of them supporting her body so that she 
swung freely off the floor in mid-air. 

"Get her on her belly, boys ... ass first! Hurry up, Leonard, or somebody 
else gets the first shot at her!" 

The slow-witted guard was out of his pants before the words finished echoing 
through the empty house. There was a chorus of envious catcalls and gasps of 
astonishment as he lifted the heavy meat of his long, uncircumcised cock ... 
it looked as big around as most men's wrists and close to a foot long! 

"Shit, I thought they called him totem pole 'cause he's an Indian ... but 
look at that! Goddamn!" 

Practically a hush fell over the seven other men, not counting Bob and Larry 
who could not make a sound anyway, as their eyes all fell on the 
fast-hardening immensity of the half-breed Indian's awesome prick. He had a 
cock that could have put most porno movie stars to crying shame ... and when 
it jerked and throbbed into full, heated erection, it was enough to make men 
sob with envy and women scream with desire! 

They still had Carolyn off the floor, her backside nakedly displayed to 
Leonard, and she could not see the hugeness that had brought a near-quiet to 
the rowdy, liquor-brave guards. She did see the bottle that was going 
around, though, and she could only guess with fear at the prospects of what 
their liquor boldness would bring for her and her girlfriend ... not to 
mention their husbands who had to watch all this, helpless to come to their 
rescue, powerless to do anything but sit and watch as their precious wives 
were gang-fucked like a pair of whores! 

Two of the men doubled Carolyn's legs under her, making her firm, slender 
buttocks stick out like a flag waved in front of a maddened bull. 

Leonard could see all of her deliciously-curved behind in the light of the 
single bulb that hung from the ceiling just over her. Her ass was almost a 
perfect heart-shape, the smooth hairless fissure of her buttocks clefting it 
at the top. And deep in that same cleft, he could see the shamefully 
puckered tiny mouth of her rectum and below that the warm pinkness of her 
hair-fringed cunt! 

"Now, Leonard ... let her have it!" They lifted Carolyn's ass, dropping her 
head until her hair dragged the floor and her naked breasts danced and 
jiggled under her in this strange and wicked position. Carolyn dared not 
open her eyes, lest she burst into stinging tears of shame as the eight men 
lusted at her nudity, staring into the most secret crevice of her young 
naked body, the private hollow of her ass! 

Leonard seemed a bit slow in realizing his good luck, but once the awareness 
registered in his dizzied brain, he was like a maddened beast. Grunting with 
ravenous excitement, he pushed his face up hard against the naked cleft of 
the blonde girl's buttocks, offered up to him by the laughing and 
liquor-guzzling guards who held her obscenely, inches from his face. 

"Aaaawww!" Carolyn bloated in shame as she felt the staggering heat of the 
half-breed's tongue and lips wetly pressed into the fervent pink slit of her 
pussy. "P-Please, pleaassee!" 

But Leonard was like a sex-starved bull tossed into a pasture full of 
heifers, and his tongue and lips were everywhere at once between the firm, 
fleshy half-moons of her ass. She felt his tongue tip hotly splay the halves 
of her ass like a warm knife through butter, and she squirmed involuntarily 
as his tongue nakedly wriggled into the shame-puckered tiny mouth of her 
rectum. 

"Oh God, noooo! Not there, pleassee!" she whimpered, but her words might as 
well have been in some long-dead foreign tongue for all the good it did her. 
All the men, all eight of them, were watching with rapturous envy as the 
Indian licked and tongued the lithe young blonde's squirming pussy, even the 
two men who tightly held the water-drenched brunette, Susie. 

Susie, like her husband Larry and 

Carolyn's husband Bob, was completely powerless to stop this lewd and wanton 
ravishment. There was nothing she could do to stop this man from hotly 
tongueing her girlfriend's widely-splayed vagina while the other men laughed 
and held her in the air like a rag doll! 

Carolyn winced and groaned in shame as she felt the spearing tip of the 
half-breed's tongue burrow salaciously into the clenched little hole of her 
anus. She tried futilely to squirm away, but the men only pushed her back 
harder, shoving the naked warmth of her crotch up against the bristly cheeks 
of the hungrily licking man who knelt between her legs. 

She felt his tongue leave the forbidden nether grip of her anus and she 
breathed a gasping sigh of relief, but her escape was short-lived ... she 
heard the guards hooting and whistling appreciatively as the half-naked man 
stood up. She managed to turn her head; she had to have a look even if it 
sickened her or made her scream in fear! 

They pulled the soft insides of her thighs apart, opening up the moist, 
hair-fringed folds of her pussy as her bottom-cheeks protruded shamefully 
behind her. Every movement, every squirming attempt at escape, only 
heightened the half-breed's basic desires ... his desire to shove his long, 
thick cock between those milk-white thighs and fuck her until she screamed 
and begged for mercy! ' 

Carolyn groaned pitifully as she saw the dark-skinned guard, naked except 
for his uniform undershirt, move up close to the nakedly-offered curve of 
her buttocks as the other guards held her right at crotch level for the 
half-breed to enjoy. She could not bear to look and she turned away, her 
eyes flooded with tears of humiliation. 

"Now, Leonard ... fuck her, man!" The guards positioned her like she was a 
tight-fitting condom to slip over the half-breed's immense erection, and as 
he angled the bulbous, lust-bloated head of his prick up into the fervent 
heat of her unguarded pussy, Carolyn moaned soulfully with a rending pain of 
anguish as she felt him begin to enter her. 

The men who weren't holding her airborne moved in for a better look, their 
eyes bulging as they saw the ragged pink folds of her cunt flower warmly 
around the burrowing tip of Leonard's long cock. He eased his way into her 
until a couple of inches were thickly between the lips of her vagina and 
then, with a grunt, he rammed his awesome prick home, shoving inch after 
inch of hard, blue-veined erection into the nakedly-splayed lips of her twat 
until his balls slapped up into the fleecy curls of her pubic vee, swinging 
heavily up under the strangely-positioned young blonde. 

The guards started to lower her to her hands and knees on the floor now, and 
Leonard dropped to his own knees as well, his cock still hugely imbedded in 
the clinging heat of her cunt. 

"Mmmmmmffggg!" Carolyn groaned as they dropped her onto the hardwood floor. 
She moved forward as if to escape the huge cudgel-like impalement of the 
half-breed's penis, but two of the guards grabbed her shoulders and walked 
her back onto the deep-probing thickness of his cock. 

"Oh, no you don't, honey ... you just back up there and give ol' Leonard a 
good fucking! Shake that sweet ass and wiggle your pussy until he cums right 
into your belly, 'cause if you don't, you won't be able to walk when you 
leave here!" Carolyn looked up into the cruelly distended features of a 
guard's face, inches from her own ... and she knew he meant well what he 
threatened. She had to perform with this man, with anyone they wanted ... 
she was utterly at their mercy! 

Leonard looked down at the half-moons of her naked buttocks, her 
heart-shaped bottom cheeks distended around the half-imbedded thickness of 
his dark, fleshy erection. He took her hips in his hands like a pair of 
soft-padded handles and pulled her back deliciously onto the impaling 
hardness of his heavy, blood-filled cock. 

Carolyn grimaced in pain. "Unngghhh!" she blurted, her back arching steeply 
as he gave a punishing thrust forward with his strong hips. His cock surged 
animalishly into her belly, like she was nothing more than a bitch-dog in 
heat ... and he was the neighborhood stud! His entry was painfully swift and 
brutal, not slow and concerned, but a vicious cock-thrust that made her 
wince and cry out in very real pain. He bored relentlessly into the warm wet 
heat of her pussy, his hugeness squirming in the fervent depths of her 
belly, ten inches inside her naked, writhing body! 

The nude blonde girl screamed and tried to wriggle free, for she felt as if 
a tree stump had been savagely crammed between her smooth white thighs. It 
was hugely deep and painful and her mind swam with distorted painful visions 
... she knew Bob was just across the room, that her husband could see all of 
this. God, would she ever be able to be his wife again after this nightmare? 
Would he ever want to touch her, to caress her, after these animals had 
worked their lusts on her? 

Suddenly, his vicious cock-thrusts churned into a deep, punishing rhythm, 
every backward grind of his naked, hair-covered hips only a fleeting respite 
from the pain of his deep-tunneling ravishment. Carolyn's stomach churned 
with nausea and anguish as her mind's eye saw with acid-etched vividness 
what her precious husband was seeing with his own tear-blurred vision ... 
the clinging soft flesh of her pussy as it was drawn inexorably by the 
thick, blood-engorged head of the man's cock as it slipped back out of her 
vagina. The trembling shudders of her slender naked thighs as she bucked and 
wiggled under the half-breed's grunting assault. Her breasts as they jiggled 
and danced beneath her while she knelt submissively in a position of abject, 
unquestioning conquest, a pair of burly men holding her shoulders so that 
she could not escape; 

Leonard was like an animal behind her now, snarling and hissing bestially 
between his clenched teeth as he gripped her slender naked hips so tightly 
that her flesh was welted from his cruel punishment. 

"Unngghh!" Carolyn groaned, her lips parting as a gurgling cry of wanton 
ravishment poured from her throat. Suddenly...! 

"Oh, God.. .no! No, not that! No ... mmfffggg!" she screamed as another of 
the guards, an almost effeminate-looking young man of about twenty-one with 
soft, feminine skin and a paunch kneeled in front of her. She felt the 
nudging insistence of something rubbery and warm and she opened her eyes, 
now wide with fear and dread for she knew already what to expect ... he 
wanted her to suck his dick while the other man fucked her dog-style from 
behind! 

Carolyn shuddered with sub-human shame as the man crouching animalishly 
between her kneeling legs slowed into a deep, punishing rhythm of 
deliberate, belly-deep thrusts that bored inch-by-inch into the ravaged heat 
of her womb; she heard him gasp for breath, nearly exhausted from his 
exertions, but still eager and rock-hard between her thighs. "Go on, Billy 
... make her suck it while I fuck her! Stick it right down her gullet!" 

She felt his deep-skewering strokes ease just a little and she opened her 
lips to breathe ... but got a mouthful of fleshy, purplish cock instead! 

She nearly choked as he entered her, his stiffening penis slipping heatedly 
over the warm moistness of her tongue which was pressed down against the 
bottom of her mouth. He kept pushing until the lust-bloated head of his 
naked erection bumped gaggingly against the back of her throat. She choked 
and managed a furtive wheezing breath but he grabbed her ears and twisted 
them inhumanly, destroying any thin hopes she might have had of pulling 
away. 

"C'mon, baby ... don't back out on me now! You're gonna' suck my dick one 
way or another, 'ya hear? Now ... suck! Suck it, bitch!" he snarled down at 
the top of her slowly-bobbing blonde head. 

"Hurry it up, babe ... we ain't got all night!" Somebody growled nastily at 
the kneeling nude blonde wife. Carolyn knew she couldn't stall this ... she 
had to suck him or it would be even worse for her and her husband! 

Her lips tightened around the turgid thickness of his prick and her tongue 
began to lightly rub the underside of his stiffening erection. Already, they 
could taste the first pungent droplet of his oozing semen as it squirted 
warmly from the tiny slit in the end of his cock ... he was clearly aroused 
from watching her with the one called Leonard. 

"Lick it faster, cunt get that tongue moving! I've heard how good you can 
suck a dick when you try!" he chortled. Carolyn felt her hollowed cheeks, 
bloated with the thickness of his penis, redden with shame as she realized 
her husband could see and hear all of this, every moment. She wriggled her 
tongue tentatively around the lewd swollen shaft of his cock and she heard 
the chubby young guard groan his approval. 

His hands were over her ears as he held her face perfectly aligned for a 
delicious face-fucking ... while Leonard pushed every inch of his huge 
half-breed dick into her pussy from the other side! 

Carolyn could barely open her mouth enough to accommodate him as his cock 
bloated from the exquisitely-savored sensation of her lips and tongue warmly 
caressing him. She moved her tongue now with increasing fervor, not because 
she wanted to, but because she had learned her lessons well ... to please 
these men, and all the others who wanted her, was her only salvation, and to 
do otherwise was not only stupid but dangerous! 

"Hey, yeah ... now you're starting to do it right, honey ... yeah, yeah, 
yeah!" 

Deeper, faster thrusts began to slide over the roughness of her tiny tongue, 
and she gagged with every once, incessantly choking as he rammed the head of 
his bloated erection against the back of her throat passage. Carolyn managed 
to breathe furtively through her nostrils, and the cock-sucking became at 
least a little easier. . . long, lascivious thrusts that slipped wetly over 
her tongue. 

What was it that triggered the suppressed animal in her spirit? Was it the 
thickening of his cock from her lingual caresses? Was it the closeness of 
the other men, their wanton taunts, the heat of their half-naked bodies as 
they moved closer to watch her take on two men at once? Or was it the 
perverse thrill of being buffeted like a sex-toy between the two guards, one 
still fucking her deeply from behind and the other with his prick rammed 
into the moist warm cavern of her mouth and throat? What was it, all of 
these and more that made her really begin to taste the bittersweet pungence 
of his cock between her lips, to savor the fleshy thickness of it as it 
filled her mouth and wriggled into the clasping warmth of her throat? 
Whatever it was ... she knew she was changing, right in front-of these men 
and her husband! The secret part of her soul, that wanton double-fucking! 
They wanted her to be a whore and now she was becoming one ... for real! 

Carolyn felt the muscles in her vagina contract involuntarily and she heard 
the naked half-breed mouth his guttural approval as he bored relentlessly 
into the pouting lips of her hair-fringed pussy. 

"Shit, man, she's gettin' tighter ... what a pussy she's got!" Leonard 
grunted, sweat beading on his forehead and arms and dribbling down onto the 
naked blonde's kneeling body. 

Carolyn was shamed incredibly, but she was powerless to stop this surging, 
reawakening that seemed to be coursing through her lithe young curves like 
two-twenty current! A wanton thrill tingled in her loins and made the 
always-firm gripof her pussy even tighter as she began to incredibly enjoy 
the taste of this lust-bloated virile hardness that was crammed crudely into 
her mouth. She relished somehow the sticky pungent taste of his oozing semen 
as it seeped from the mushroom-shaped head of his prick. Even his pubic 
hair, matted with sweat, aroused her as it rubbed salaciously against her 
nose and face. 

Carolyn could scarcely breathe at all now as her throat gagged involuntarily 
in a desperate attempt to keep this alien invader from rushing right down 
her gullet. She held her breath as long as she could, managing a few short 
breaths through her widely-flared nostrils ... and then it happened! 

like that famous girl in the blue-movies, she swallowed it ... she actually 
let it slip down into her throat, and she managed it without choking! Her 
mouth had filled with her own saliva, mingled with the warm secretion of his 
semen, and she had to gulp it down or choke, and that was how it happened. 
It seemed an incredibly fluke to her at first, and she froze completely 
still, daring not to breathe, until she realized it had really happened ... 
and she could do it again, this time at will. 

The chubby guard looking down in amazement, and the others watching moved 
close, shaking their heads in envy and disbelief. 

"Look at that, will 'ya! She swallowed it ... she's a real cocksucker, all 
right, just like the other boys said!" 

Carolyn managed a look at her husband just then out of the corner of one 
eye. He was not looking now, just staring numbly at the floor, his head 
shaking from side to side slowly like a mental patient in some forgotten 
lock-up. 

"C'mon, baby, do that again," the chubby young guard muttered, gripping her 
head over her ears and working her face up against his pelvis like he was 
slipping a huge wet rubber over his prick ... only it was her throat 
instead! 

He started to face-fuck the young slender blonde with frantic, savage 
strokes, and Leonard picked up his cue from behind her and started anew to 
skewer her pussy-hole with his long, deep thrusts that seemed to prod into 
the very heat of her belly. They buffeted her cruelly until a sort of 
dual-rhythm developed between them, and then it worked much better ... the 
sizzling strokes of Leonard's long, hard erection seemed to flow like 
electricity, first along the purplish, glistening pole of his cock and then 
into her own cunt where it moved through her naked young body like a wave 
breaking on the shore. But then it moved on, surging up through her tits and 
into her tongue and lips ... and finally into the other guard's stiff-dicked 
erection to be repeated, answered with a deep, punishing stroke that sent 
the super-charged current racing in the other direction, with the hapless 
young wife the carrier, the union of their twin lusts! 

Carolyn was a shameless creature shackled to her own passions now, and she 
sucked furtively on the man's deep-thrust cock, every stroke now sending it 
deep into her warmly-clasping throat. She heard him groan with rising 
intensity and she knew that the moment she had dreaded was fast coming ... 
but did she dread it now? Had their delicious, dual-fucking made her forget 
her inhibitions and her shame ... did she want his cum gushing in bucketsful 
down her throat, and the half-breed's jism spurting like molten lava up her 
pussy from behind? Only Carolyn could know the answer, but the men in the 
room could guess ... this was no act she was putting on, this grunting and 
squirming, her tits wiggling and dancing beneath her as she worked her ass 
back onto Leonard's cock ... she was climbing the walls with cock-hungry 
passion, she wanted all of them, every cock in this room, all of them in her 
at once, long and hard and pulsing with male virility until they would all 
come at once and fill her to overflowing with hot gushing sperm, a river of 
cum that would bloat her belly and ooze from her pores! She wanted it ... 
she wanted it as desperately as she needed her own orgasm ... God, how she 
needed to cum! 

"Look at me, bitch..." The chubby guard was hissing down at her venomously 
and she lifted her head painfully, enough to see the lust and hatred in his 
face. "Look at me when I cum down your throat, and don't stop sucking 'til 
I'm finished! I wanna' see your face when I fill it with cum. baby!" 

His deep thrusts into her mouth were so brutal and rapid now that she could 
scarcely accommodate him, gasping for breath as she struggled to keep her 
throat muscles relaxed and keep from choking. He pushed his uniform pants 
from his knees down to his ankles so that he could get even deeper down her 
throat, and Carolyn felt her stomach tighten with nausea as the reeking 
pungence of his sweaty legs filled her nostrils. He was one of the guards 
who had been on the chase the chase for her husband and Larry and he was 
dirty from beating the bushes and sweat-soaked from the humid summer night. 
But Carolyn quickly adjusted to the added sensation of his strong odor ... 
she discovered that, perversely, it somehow even added to her fast-growing 
excitement! 

Her fingers went between his fleshy, corpulent thighs and lightly stroked 
the bloated flesh of his testicles; his scrotum was wrinkled and dotted with 
sparse hairs and Carolyn wanted, strangely, to take it in her mouth as well, 
to suck all of his cock and balls into her lips and swallow them! She could 
not understand what had happened to her, but she was just as powerless to 
change anything now ... she had to see this through,' she had to finish 
this, to bring these two men to their shuddering climaxes and, hopefully, 
bring some measure of relief to herself as well! 

Suddenly ... Aaaaaawwwww! Yeah, baby, yeah! 

She felt the man's legs quiver like he was going to collapse as his orgasm 
seemed to rush up from the soles of his feet, surge along his legs and into 
the sack-like swollen heat of his balls ... the rush of his hot gushing cum 
had started! 

"Unnghhh!" he moaned as it raced inexorably along the length of his thick, 
pulsing dick. She could feel it along her tongue-literally as the surge of 
cum swept up from his balls like they were a pair of powerful pumps! The 
onrushing surge seemed somehow to pause, only for a split-second, as it 
raced into the bulbous, desire-bloated head of his cock ... but the moment 
had arrived, and the bullet-like splatter of hot, sticky cum swept down her 
throat, ricocheting down into her belly in huge, viscous mouthfuls of 
seething jism! 

Don't stop sucking 'til I'm finished . . .I wanna' see your face when I fill 
it with cum, baby! 

Carolyn swallowed again and again, gulping his jism in great, choking 
mouthfuls that filled her throat and sloshed down into the quaking heat of 
her naked belly. But now there was no final pretense, rto vain attempt at 
camouflaging the truth ... she wanted it, she hungered and thirsted for the 
taste of his cum! 

She still held his flaccid cock in her lips when he had shuddered and 
emptied his last drop of cum into her mouth. Her lips clamped tightly around 
the rubbery knob of his soft, cum-smeared dick until finally it slipped from 
her grip and dribbled over her chin, leaving a web-like trail of semen 
smeared across her cheek. 

The chubby guard's groaning final spurt of cum was Leonard's signal to move 
back into the punishing, deep-fucking rhythm he had briefly abandoned as he, 
like all the other men, focused his attention on the slender, gorgeous 
blonde's wanton cock-sucking exhibition. But now ... now he had his own 
special kind of excitement in mind, a perverse cruelty that he knew would 
get everyone's attention. All the other men, the ones that sometimes laughed 
at him and called him names, they would be watching now, watching and 
envying him. 

He gripped the soft curves of her naked slim hips and pumped her buttocks 
back and forth rapidly, pistoning the steel-hard length of his long, thick 
cock into the fastiheating wetness of her pink pussy. He looked down and 
smiled as he saw the ragged hair-fringed lips of her cunt flower excitedly 
around the slithering stiffness of his erection it was moving so fast now 
that he could barely see the blood-filled veins along the sides or the 
purplish, distended head as he drew it out of the clinging pressure of her 
vagina only to slam it home again with a skewering impalement that made her 
cry out shrilly every time his balls slapped up between her kneeling thighs. 

On and on he went, fucking her with super-human strength until Carolyn was 
shuddering and quivering from the tips of her curled-under toes to the 
shaking, tossing curls of her luxuriant blonde tresses. But then ... 
suddenly... 

Noooooooo! Don't stop now! Nooooooo!! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Stick that sweet ass up a little higher!" Leonard grunted behind her, 
holding his huge prick with both hands. Carolyn was beyond shame now, a 
frenzied collection of jarred emotions and painful desires ... she had to 
have his cock! She was so close to cumming, she had to! 

She lowered her shoulders and pushed up with her slender, naked hips, 
splaying the cheeks of her buttocks innocently, naively ... totally unaware 
of the bestial degradation he planned for her! 

Holding his cock like an immense weapon, Leonard dredged it along the 
hairless furrow of .her ass, up from the clinging liquid head of her pussy. 
He parted the smooth white cheeky of her behind salaciously until the 
mushroom-shaped head of his dick wriggled in close to the tautly-puckered 
lips of her anus. He pushed hard against the reluctant little mouth until he 
felt them give way enough for him to let go of his cock and grab her hips to 
finish the job ... the delicious task of sodomizing this naked young blonde! 

She tried to cry but the scream lodged in her throat like bad meat from the 
excruciating pain. Her face contorted with anguish and shame, and when the 
scream finally erupted from her lips, it was like an explosion in the 
confines of the shuttered room. 

"Aaaaaggghh! No, not there ... no! God, please, not in my ass!" she blurted 
tearfully, wriggling to escape, but a pair of "helpful" guards grabbed her 
and forced her shoulders to the floor, crushing her tender young tits 
beneath her as her ass jutted out nakedly, totally unguarded and vulnerable 
to Leonard's vicious ravishment! 

His cock was dripping wet from her cunt, and it went in easily, deeply 
tunneling into the rubbery heat of her rectum like a billy-club shoved up 
her ass. He grunted from the exquisite pain as her rectal grip tightened 
around his cock like a powerful fist wrapped in velvet ... wet warm velvet! 

Snorting like a maddened bull, his fingers tightened in the smooth soft 
cheeks of her buttocks, and he squeezed her flesh mercilessly as he pulled 
her onto his stiffened erection, impaling her hugely with a hard thrusting 
lunge that sank his lust-hardened cock into her bowels! 

Carolyn's scream gurgled in her throat like his cock had bored all the way 
through her and was coming out her mouth. She hurt through the middle of her 
slender young body as his cock ripped into the tender flesh of her rectum, 
and in her imagination it seemed as big around as a working man's forearm 
and twice as hard. 

"Unnnggghh ... pleeassee! Don't, I beg you ... please!" she whimpered, 
grunting with the deep cruel thrusts of cock that tunneled up her ass as she 
knelt like some Arabian lust-slave in her master's court, forced to perform 
while these men looked on almost mutely, their eyes wide and saliva dripping 
from more than one mouth as they watched the naked half-breed, the butt of 
more than a dozen jokes around the guardhouse, fucking this gorgeously 
beautiful young blonde ... fucking her so good that she was wriggling back 
onto his long, sodomizing prick in spite of her obvious pain! 

"It's sooo bigg! God! It's so big in my ass!" she screamed hysterically, but 
she was indeed beginning to feel a new sensation there between the 
nakedly-splayed cheeks of her behind ... she was starting to feel the 
tingling heat of her own desires, even as he ass-fucked her so cruelly! 

God, what's happening to me? Am I crazy, am I in shock or something. . . Bob 
is right over there, tied and gagged like an animal, and I'm acting like a-a 
whore! What's wrong. . . what's happened to my head? God, dear God, am I 
going crazy ... am I becoming a-a nymphomaniac?! 

Leonard, a smeared grin of ultimate conquest on his fleshy lips, held the 
helpless young blonde securely on his stiff, bone-erect cock, rocking her 
back and forth along it deliciously, savoring the clinging heat of her 
rectum as it gripped him powerfully and sucked the strength of his manhood 
up from his loins like magic! 

He stared down in bug-eyed disbelief as he watched the blood-engorged 
thickness of his prick slither wetly in and out of the hapless naked wife's 
ravaged anus. He had never had a woman this way, and to begin this way with 
this beautiful blonde who could have been a movie star or a men's magazine 
fold-out well, it was driving him insane with lust, and he didn't know how 
long he could hold back the gushing river of cum that boiled in his 
testicles like molten lava! Already, his buttocks were clenched tightly 
together in a last-ditch attempt to drag this out until Carolyn screamed for 
mercy ... and his teeth ground together from the exquisite pain of his 
lust-bloated nuts! 

As he watched incredulously, her pink nether flesh clung heatedly to the 
gleaming thickness of his erection as he drew it back slowly, torturously 
drawing the flesh of her anus out before he would shove it back with a 
grunt, cramming the rubbery pinkness of her rectum back into the sheltered 
heat of her behind. Carolyn shook and shuddered as he gripped the soft 
"handles" of her girlish hips and pulled her onto the spearing stiffness of 
his dick like a super-size rubber; she whimpered as his cock slithered into 
her bowels, but the last staccato gasp came when his balls swung up into the 
moistness of her pussyslit, and his cock struck home, imbedded to the brushy 
hilt in the clinging heat of her ass! 

"Oooohhh! God! It still hurts me ... Ooohhhh!" But her cries were less 
shrill now, and she belied her own anguish with the wriggling salacious 
movements her naked hips making their own ... quiveringly circling the thick 
cudgel-like heaviness of his prick as it skewered her ass-hole relentlessly! 

"Yeah baby, it's big ... but you love it, don't you?" he snarled loudly, for 
the other men to hear. But most of all, for her husband to hear! 

Carolyn grunted from the deep-fucking pain as he gripped her hips and shoved 
his cock up her rectum with animalish fervor. She shook her head, tossing 
her luxuriant blonde hair. 

"Well, cunt, answer me! You love it. . . you love my dick up your sweet 
white ass!" 

Carolyn struggled to stay quiet, to be spared this final indignity, but 
Leonard was determined. 

"Answer me, bitch, or I'll fuck you to death!" he spat down at her naked 
white body, holding her fleshy buttocks apart and tunneling so viciously 
between them that some of the men turned away, fully expecting the young 
blonde to be torn apart! 

"Aaagghh, I-I can't stand it ... yesss, damn you, yesss! I love it ... I 
love it in my ass like this!" she screamed, hysterical with pain and 
involuntary desires so potent that they frightened her almost as much as 
this half-breed's wanton ravishment! 

Her whole naked body, glistening deliciously under the single overhead light 
as her flesh misted with the shimmering sparkle of her perspiration, 
squirmed and bucked savagely under the man's deep-thrusting assault. She was 
clearly alive with a wanton, forbidden passion as her hips continued a slow 
grinding rhythm of unbridled sensuousness, and her gurgled cries degenerated 
into an incessant mewling whimper that seemed to pour from her lips like the 
warm liquid that oozed from her cunt! 

As Leonard and the other men looked on in rising desire, Carolyn's naked 
buttocks clenched and unclenched in wild, abandoned intensity, like huge 
fleshy lips nibbling at the purplish, blue-veined rigidity of his cock, and 
he could not suppress the bestial groan of pleasure that belched from his 
hair-matted chest as this gorgeous naked blonde ground her pert ass-cheeks 
back tightly over the fast tunneling thickness of his uncircumcised cock. 
His hands were not holding her now he didn't need to for Carolyn was pushing 
back with lewd, insinuating movements of her naked behind as if she would 
die if every inch of his long hard penis wasn't buried deep in her belly, 
filling her forbidden love tunnel wantonly and bringing her to the pinnacle 
of her ass-fucked climax! 

Her loins tingled like a sadist with a huge feather was tickling her beyond 
belief, and the fires of her salacious passions raged hotly in her belly, 
wildly out of control now in a tempestuous inferno that threatened to 
consume her alive ... unless the gushing river of this man's cum would 
extinguish them! God, how she needed his spurting viscous semen sloshing in 
her belly ... gushing in a river of seething virility that was the only way 
on earth to ease her forbidden desires! 

Leonard gasped for breath as he watched his cock slip in and out of the 
fist-tight grip of the naked girl's rectum, every clenching movement of her 
buttocks milking him until the pain of her delicious tightness shuddered its 
way into his legs and made his knees rubbery with wanton lust! 

Barely able to stay on his knees without collapsing from the ecstatic 
sensations emanating from the taut rectal grip of her naked behind, Leonard 
leaned far over the wriggling naked blonde and grabbed under her for a 
handful of her warm jiggling breasts. He squeezed them tightly inside his 
palms, crushing the delicate pinkness of her crinkly nipples against his 
hands and raising welts of reddish flesh where the skin of her titties was 
squeezed between his dark calloused fingers. His hands tightened over those 
dangling dancing orbs of feminine flesh, and he pulled her back with the 
strength of his grip over their delicious curves; she slammed back hard 
against his pelvis, so cruelly that she cried out from the unexpectedly deep 
and sudden impalement. . . but Carolyn could sense that this extra bit of 
savagery would be his last, for already she could feel his cock, hard and 
thick in her bowels, throbbing and jerking with the imminent rush of his 
orgasm! 

"MMMmmmmm..." Leonard's eyes closed shut and his mouth dropped open as a 
sighing moan of relief gurgled from his throat. He felt the painful dam of 
his long-suppressed ejaculation suddenly wash away in a veritable 
flash-flood of rushing, turbulent cum ... a spurting viscous stream of sperm 
that shot savagely up the wriggling blonde's ass-hole and sloshed into her 
belly in a rivulet of warm sticky cum that made her cry out as its surging 
heat was felt working its way into the pit of her soul! 

"Aaawwww! It's in me ... I'm full of your hot thick cum!" she suddenly 
gasped as the balm-like liquid ricocheted down the rubbery sheath of her 
rectum. She was totally and utterly ashamed, writhing in the depths of her 
own humiliation ... but still she wanted his cum despite the last shrill 
cries of her shredded decency, she had to have it! 

It was like a convulsion, a spasm that spawned somewhere in the' depths of 
her belly and welled out of her insides into the tingling crinkly tips of 
her nipples and finally into the tautening muscles of her rectum and the 
fervent pink lips of her pussy. 

Strangely, perversely, she could feel her orgasm coming on ... an onrushing 
demonic possession as powerful as a charging locomotive ... her ass-hole 
tightened excruciatingly around the half-breed's spurting erection as it 
emptied up her rectum, and her pussylips started to quiver and contract, 
rubbing sensuously over the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris until...! 

"Oh ... Oh ... OH GOD! I'M CUMMINNNGG! I'M CUMMING!" Her screams of anguish 
and sodomistic upheaval filled the tiny house and shook the few panes that 
were left in the windows, and when she stopped screaming she was flat on her 
face, her breasts crushed under her, and her whole body quaking with the 
aftershocks of her cataclysmic orgasm. 

"Man, what a show!" somebody exclaimed, breaking the electrified silence of 
the room's incredulous atmosphere. "That girl's a goddamn fucking demon ... 
If I had an old lady like that, I'd keep her chained out back in the barn!" 

Carolyn was barely able to breathe, but she lifted her head for another 
glimpse of her husband. She saw him hazily through the mist of her tears, 
but there was nothing in his eyes to tell her what she wanted to hear ... 
that he understood, that this nightmare would be over soon and perhaps they 
would all live to look back on it as just another bad dream. But his eyes 
were empty, devoid now of feeling, as if he was walking around after a 
serious automobile accident, or shell-shocked on some faraway battlefield. 

Carolyn dropped her cheek to the cool floor and sobbed, as much from relief 
as from despair now, for they had robbed her of all her decency and shame 
... nothing they could do to her now would matter, for she had weathered 
their worst and lived. 

She turned her head as the men clustered around the dimly-lit room finished 
another drink and, heady with bottle-bravado, ventured over for another go 
at the gasping, still-quivering blonde. She brushed her sweat-moist hair 
from her eyes and sat up, not bothering now to cover her breasts, for all 
these men had seen them and much more ... every inch of her precious hidden 
genitals, even the secret cleft of her ass! 

But Carolyn was wrong ... they didn't want her now. They had their 
collective mind on something else. A ripe, curvaceous young brunette with 
tits like field-ripe melons and skin like a baby's behind ... two men were 
already urging Susie to her feet, and for the first time since this 
nightmare began, Carolyn could see a look of real fear in the teenager's 
eyes! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"P-Please, fellas ... not like this, please!" Susie managed a thin smile 
that broke at the corners of her mouth as two naked men lifted her to her 
feet from the spot where she had watched Carolyn with Leonard and the other 
guard. Her forced weak smile spoke of the promises of wonderful things ... 
if only they wouldn't force her to do it this way, with her husband 
watching. For Susie was not afraid of what they could do to her, at least 
not the things they could do with their cocks and their fingers, for she had 
been through it all a dozen times or more ... but it was another fear that 
sickened her and turned her stomach into a knotted ball of nausea. It was 
the fear of her own desires! Already, the freshly-cleansed cleft between her 
thighs was moist and hot from the forbidden excitement of Carolyn's 

"performance" and Susie knew what a few minutes with a man, any man, would 
do to her and to her husband Larry who would be watching. Larry knew of her 
past, or parts of it at least, but he would never be able to stand the 
torment of watching her go insane with another man's cock between her legs 
... she knew she had to fight these basic desires, this curse she was doomed 
to always carry ... her own ravenous love of sex! 

Each of the men had one arm, stretched out at her sides so that the others 
could see her voluptuous nakedness without impediment; Susie was by far the 
more curvaceous of the two girls, and though both of them were beautiful, 
the young brunette exuded the raunchy kind of down-home sensuousness that 
men like these understood best. Hauling her up in front of them seemed to 
super-charge the already electrified atmosphere in the smoke-filled room, 
and it was easy to tell from the clamorous din of comments and catcalls that 
the men were ready for it like they hadn't been all night ... they all 
wanted a piece of this naked teenager's ripe, voluptuous ass! 

Look at these titties, you guys," one of her captors chuckled. He took her 
right breast in the palm of his hand and jiggled it so that it shook and 
rippled, making Susie blush with shame and causing a furor of excitement 
among the other six men. His partner grabbed her other firm, huge breast and 
wiggled it under his palm, so that her two tits danced and swayed nakedly 
while the men hooted their approval. 

"Atta boy, make 'em shake! Look at them babies jiggle!" 

"I wish she had some tassels on ... I'll bet with tits like those she could 
twirl 'em like a hoochie-koochie dancer!" 

Susie's eyes were clenched shut in her overwhelming shame, but she opened 
them when a deep, husky voice suddenly boomed above the others. 

"Hold her, boys...'cause I want the first taste of this one!" She looked and 
saw a burly dark-haired guard whose face was familiar; he wore nothing but a 
pair of boxer shorts but she remembered him anyway ... he was there the day 
she and Susie were forced to perform with a pair of the black inmates ... 
Was that only a few weeks ago? God, it seems an eternity! 

"Aw, Sarge ... give us guys a break!" somebody chided, but the muscled 
non-com was moving in already, his huge barrel chest covered with a carpet 
of dark, thick hair. His legs could have been taken from an ape, judging 
from the hair that shrouded them, but none of the men dared laugh ... this 
was the notorious Sergeant "Bull" Deacon, the meanest officer on the county 
farm payroll. A sort of hush fell over the rest of the men as it became 
apparent that big "Bull" wasn't kidding: he wanted some of Susie for his 
very own, and there wasn't a man in the room with balls enough to dispute 
his right of first choice! 

"Let her go, men ... Come here, Susie ... I want your of man to get a good 
look. You just stand right here under the light-Susie felt compelled by her 
better judgment to follow his orders; he did not look like the kind of man 
who'd take lightly to insubordination. She moved over to where he stood when 
the two guards let her go; under the light, she looked even more 
voluptuously beautiful, like a goddess rising from the waters of some 
ancient sea, her skin squeaky-clean and still moist from the scrubbing the 
guards had given her. She stared down over the swell of her twin, 
pink-tipped breasts, down between her supple, curvaceous legs to the floor 
between her bare feet. 

Susie knew that Larry was watching, mute and helpless from the handcuffs and 
the gag in his mouth, but she could not bear to look at him, to have their 
eyes meet, for somehow it seemed an added degradation that her wonderful 
husband should not have to face. 

"Bull" dropped to his knees in front of her like he was going to pray ... 
but it was at the altar of her sex that he knelt, and the silence in the 
room was painfully tense as they waited for the husky, hirsute sergeant of 
the guard to make his move. 

He reached around her curvaceous hips and grabbed two handfuls of soft, 
fleshy behind, drawing the cheeks of her ass apart as he pulled the downy 
hummock of her pubis hard against his lips. 

"Unngghh ... aaawwww!" she mewled as she felt his tongue tip slither 
pointedly into the sizzling liquid fissure of her cunt, spreading the fleece 
of her pubic curls as his tongue splayed nakedly between the pink, ragged 
lips of her vagina. 

The muscled, beer-bellied "Bull" answered her moaning plea with a spearing 
insinuation of his thick wet tongue, an electric thrust deep between the 
rubbery lips of her cunt to the sensitive, shivering pearl of her clitoris. 
Susie's eyes rolled in their sockets as his tongue swept over the 
super-charged bud and sent electrifying shivers racing along her spine; she 
felt her legs turn to rubber beneath her and she started to topple over. 

"Whoa, honey! Somebody catch her!" She felt hands all over her suddenly, not 
all of them merely sustaining her balance as greedy, anxious fingers 
explored the huge rounded melons of her breasts or the fleshy, clenched 
cheeks of her ass. They lowered her onto a wooden chair someone had hauled 
from one of the other rooms; one leg was shorter than the others and it 
leaned precariously, but it was better than falling, and as "Bull" went 
about the enviable task of tonguing her sweet young pussy, she was grateful 
for anything to sit on, for his lingual caresses were so strong and 
demanding that Susie feared she might lose consciousness altogether! 

"Bull" used this opportunity to slip out of his undershorts, and Susie dared 
not look down between his legs after she took one furtive peek ... he was 
hung like a giant, a big, beautifully-proportioned cock, the kind that 
always turned her on! 

He walked on his knees, up between her legs, and pushed her full, ripe 
thighs apart with the backs of his hairy hands. 

"Ummmmmm, Goddddd!" she mewled as he spread the pliant thick lips of her 
pussy and began to lick it ravenously from top to bottom, lingually 
caressing the hair-fringed furrow of her cunt from the taut-puckered little 
ring of her anus to the pulsing oily marble of her clit. She was fast losing 
what little self-control she still possessed, her whole voluptuous teenage 
body possessed by the rampant demon of her sexuality. She could no longer 
perform the demanding role of wife to her husband who sat transfixed in mute 
horror a few yards away ... she was Susie the cock-hungry slut now and there 
was no answer but the-one she had dreaded since this horrible night began 
she had to have their hard, thick cocks, all of them if it took that to 
satisfy her ravaging desires! 

"Unnggh ... yes ... yes! Yes, lick my pussy! Lick it and make me cum, 
yesss!" she moaned with a shiver of wanton incitement, perched now on the 
edge of the chair to give this grunting, hairy stranger complete and 
unquestioned access to the secrets of her genitals. Her legs were so wide 
apart that everyone could see the sparse dark fluff of her pubic curls and 
the deep pink gash of her naked pussy, her cuntal lips quivering and 
palpitating in ravenous passion. Susie knew the truth now as surely as every 
man in this musk-scented, smoke-filled room ... she was a cock-hungry bitch! 
She always had been and she always would be! 

Susie moaned a low animalish cry now, an incessant gurgling from her lips as 
her breasts heaved excitedly, dancing a pagan dance of their own as the 
grizzly sergeant hotly tongued and kissed the fervent fissure of her twat. 
She could barely see him through the steamy mist of her half-closed eyes, 
but she saw enough to recognize his head bobbing up and down between her 
thighs as his tongue swiped delectably again and again ... deep into the 
sizzling cleft of her pussy! 

A dark halo of black hair floated around her head as it flailed wildly from 
side to side, and Susie was so lost in the rapturous lavings of her 
nakedly-splayed pussy that she failed to notice the men moving in close for 
a better look. The room was hushed again, the only noises the lewd slurping 
sounds of "Bull"s fast-licking tongue and the heavy, anxious breathing of 
the wriggling naked brunette. 

A million volts of super-charged electricity seemed to surge out of her 
loins, sizzling her flesh and convulsing her voluptuous teenage body in a 
spasm of wriggling nakedness; she felt the tingling arousal of his tonguing 
even in the tips of her half-dollar-sized nipples, the warm, glowing heat of 
her passion, as if some potent lotion had been rubbed by hand into the 
fleshy melons of her tits. She heard voices, laughter and incitements 
through the haze of her lust, but the rapturous thrill of his pussy-licking 
had blocked her mind to anything but the enjoyable task at hand. Nothing 
mattered to her, nothing existed for her in this private world ... nothing 
but the fervently-probing swipes of this man's tongue between her quivering 
thighs! 

Someone she had no idea who and she didn't care leaned over her so close 
that she could feel his hot, liquor-soaked breath on her neck. She supposed 
in the stupor of her cresting passion that it was the same man who groped 
crudely for the swelling orbs of her firm, lust-tautened tits. The one who 
rolled the crinkly tips of her nipples in his hands. Perhaps the same man 
who kissed her breasts, who ran his tongue down the deep cleavage between 
them and squeezed them until her flesh burned with pain. Or was it several 
men ... a dozen? A hundred? It didn't matter now, nothing mattered ... only 
the wantonly arousing tonguings there in the clasping heat of her cunt. 

She was nearly wiggling off the flimsy unstable chair now, her wide-splayed 
crotch moving urgently in a pagan dance as old as man and woman. Susie 
groaned incessantly, grinding her crotch against the man's rough-shaven 
cheeks until his nose was hidden in the fleecy dark curls of her pubic vee. 

Susie was adrift in a dizzy, confusing maelstrom of passions and terror ... 
the faint cries of her conscience as her mind recoiled at the shame and 
humiliation of her wanton surrender ... and the much more insistent, 
demanding groans of her own lust. . . her urgent need for much more of his 
delicious licking! 

She jerked away instinctively as something touched first one hand and then 
the other, but when she peered nervously through the slits of her bleary 
eyes, she saw that two of the men were standing close to her, next to her 
chair ... and their cocks were in her hands! She knew what they wanted her 
to do, and she did it eagerly! 

"Oooooh, they're all so ... h-hard! Mmmmm!" The sex-charged teenager 
murmured, still working her naked crotch hard against "Bull's" 
savagely-laving tongue and lips. 

With her small hands, she gripped their long stiff cocks, moaning anxiously 
in spite of her husband's closeness as they hardened excitingly under her 
touch. Oh. how she wanted them ... all their cocks! 

Slowly, sensuously, she began to pump them up and down, her hands slipping 
incitingly along the hardened, blood-heated lengths of their erections. She 
could hear, in the silence of the room, the two men grunting with pleasure 
as she skillfully manipulated their pricks; that, and the sound of the hairy 
sergeant's tongue between her thighs was all that could be heard. 

Susie's eyes were closed and her nostrils flared passionately as "Bull" 
licked and kissed the steaming moist fissure of her pussy until it was all 
she could do to keep from screaming her lungs out. A great growing heat 
radiated from her crotch, and suddenly, when she could not stand it any 
longer, she began to buck and squirm wildly in the flimsy chair, nearly 
toppling it, grinding down and onto the delicious tonguing this churlish 
guard was giving her. Her pussylips flowered like the petals of a morning 
glory, and she could feel the gushing warmth of her own love-juices wash 
over his chin and lips ... and still he kept tonguing and licking her twat! 

Susie's eyes bulged open, and she nearly leaped out of the chair, but the 
two naked guards whose cocks she deftly manipulated held her buttocks 
against the seat. 

Her mouth opened and an inhuman whine gurgled up from her throat, and then, 
"Goddamn ... I'm ... I'm going to ... cum! God yes, lick me harder. God! 
Lick my pussy! Yesss! I'm ... cummiinngg!" 

"Bull" kept it up, kept wiggling his tongue around in the sizzling wetness 
of her pussy as she screamed out the agonies of her orgasm. The other two 
guards, both of them young, had held back as long as they could, and despite 
the catcalls and hooting laughter of their friends, first one and then the 
other grunted and closed his eyes ... and the wriggling naked brunette was 
bathed in a shower of thick creamy cum! 

A river of gushing, bullet-like spurts dribbled down onto her face and chin 
and oozed onto the voluptuous upswept curves of her bare breasts. She let 
their cocks go when they had finished and rubbed the warm rich liquid into 
the flesh of her tits, over the crinkly burning tips of her nipples, a groan 
of animalish ecstasy on her quaking lips. 

When they let her go, she slid out of the chair like there were no bones in 
her curvaceous teenager's body. She fell to her knees first and then 
collapsed face down on the dirty floor. Finally, her lips opened and she 
lifted her head in a soulful plea, looking into the eyes of the naked guards 
who crowded around her. 

"P-Please ... fuck me! Fuck me!" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Outside, there was hardly a sound from inside, but the balding warden knew 
what was going on from the occasional hoot of derisive laughter that 
filtered through the boarded-up windows and competed with the sounds of the 
swampy bottom-land forest. Bullfrogs croaked around him and now and then 
came the eerie scream of a bobcat on the prowl in the dark southern night. 

Warden Mayes chewed on the soggy tip of his twenty-cent cigar and glanced at 
the luminous dial of his watch. He knew this little "reunion" party was his 
own idea and he knew as well that his men would be as firmly aligned to his 
causes now as Dixie regulars were to Robert E. Lee, but still he couldn't 
escape the nagging thought that kept surfacing in the depths of his thoughts 
. .--. Did I make a mistake in letting the boys have their fun? Should I 
have stayed out of this girly business altogether and stuck with the pork 
business that nets me thousands by itself? Shit, I hope I didn't fuck up! 

* * * 

Inside the smoke-filled room of the ramshackle old house, Susie had risen to 
her hands and knees and was kneeling in the middle of a circle formed by the 
eight guards. Her girlfriend Carolyn was sitting close to her husband, at 
least as close as they would allow, and now her hands were cuffed again as 
well so that she could do nothing but watch like the ill-fated husbands. 

Carolyn watched the curvaceous body of her teenager girlfriend as Susie 
kneeled submissively and let them look at her and describe her intimate 
secrets in blushing detail. And Carolyn wondered, as she watched, if the 
glow she felt in her belly was just the shameful remnant of her ravishment 
... or did she want to watch Susie "do it" with these men? Was there a 
perverse facet of her personality that wanted to witness her girlfriend's 
shameless lovemaking? 

Susie's eyes were closed as the men touched her, first one and then the 
others, as calloused, grubby fingers coursed wantonly over the curves and 
hollows of her naked young body. She didn't open her eyes to see who it was 
that hotly probed the cleft of her buttocks, who salaciously fingered the 
taut little mouth of her anus. Or who it was that caressed her titties and 
made them jiggle as the huge mounds dangled beneath her. Or who it was who 
finger-fucked the hot wet fissure of her pussy! 

"Hey, look at that ass ... goddamn, ain't it a sweet thing!" Somebody 
grunted close behind her hips. She felt his hands on her fleshy buttocks 
cheeks and when she dared to look around, her guess was confirmed ... it was 
"Bull", ready for the fucking he had earned at the altar of her genitals! 

Her skin tingled with a heady mix of shame and arousal as he grabbed the 
cheeks of her bottom and pulled them apart; she shuddered as a chill rush of 
cold air raced between her half-moon buttocks. Susie said nothing, but 
closed her eyes to hide her mirrored shame. A second later, she felt the 
insistent prodding of a long, thick virile cock between her legs ... the 
beautiful one she had seen minutes ago. She felt incredibly ashamed, but she 
could not hide the truth ... she wanted his hard, beautiful prick between 
the flowering pink lips of her pussy! She wanted it deep in her belly! 

It brushed the pliant folds of her vagina and electrifyingly touched the 
sensitive, nerve-packed pearl of her clitoris. She shook and quivered, a 
moan of anguished desire escaping her lips as his cock-head playfully 
splayed the dew-moist folds of her pussy. He laughed to his friends and 
tautingly drew his cock up and down along the hot moist fissure of her cunt, 
now hotly steaming like a sizzling piece of meat! 

But the moaning young brunette was in no mood for playfulness and she 
reached between the full curves of her thighs and grabbed furtively at the 
head of his thick, circumcised erection ... I've got to have it, now! 

Her voice was husky and quaking with emotion when she spoke. "Pleassee." 

"Bull" didn't wait for a second invitation; he lunged into her with the 
strength of a tracklayer's sledge hammer, gripping the nether cheeks of her 
ass as his cock tunneled deeply between the lust-splayed lips of her pussy. 
His prick rushed into her in one vicious lunge that knocked the breath from 
the naked teenager's lungs; deeper and deeper it surged, splaying the soft 
clinging walls of her cunt like a fist into butter! 

"Aaaww ... awww! God ... Aaaggghhh! It's so ... deeeppp!" she whimpered, 
gasping for air as the other men closed in and nearly suffocated her in the 
narrowing tightness of their circle. "Bull" wasted not a second on niceties 
... his thrusts were all cruelly hard and had the force of all his 
two-hundred pounds behind them as they seared hotly into her belly like a 
flame-red poker. His thumbs bit into the sensitive flesh of her buttocks as 
he pulled them salaciously apart, opening them and the taut nether ring of 
her anus as he fucked her with deep, deliberate strokes that lifted him off 
the floor as he pushed every inch of his cock into the clinging heat of her 
pussy. The guards had crowded in so close that breathing was nearly 
impossible, their eyes transfixed on the pouting lips of her cunt as they 
gripped their sergeant's prick in a kind of cuntal sucking that made the 
grizzled, hairy man grunt with pleasure. His thrusts were savagely fast and 
thorough ... and Susie was feeling them with every pore of her being, every 
inch of her body! 

But Susie wasn't prepared for the surprise the sergeant had cooked up; 
whether he had planned it with the other men, she would never learn, but 
when it started to happen, even the street-wise young brunette could not 
have known how it would all end! 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

It happened so fast ... one deep, delicious thrust was warmly cradled in the 
heat of her belly and then suddenly, his cock slithered out of her clasping 
cuntal grip and into the forbidden nether sheath of her rectum ... just like 
that, in one swift stroke that impaled her viciously and sank the grizzly 
guard's long thick cock up her ass! 

"Aaaaaarrrggghhhhh!" Susie screamed in pain as his long hard prick slithered 
up her ass-hole, lubricated with the warm liquid juices of her cunt. Susie 
grimaced in anguish, her features contorted with pain, but she tried 
valiantly to accommodate him; her passion was so intense that it mattered 
not at all where he fucked her, as long as she could relish the 
deep-thrusting deliciousness of a big, manly cock in her belly. But this was 
only the beginning . Not even Susie was prepared for "Bull'"s next move! 

He leaned far over her, grabbing the fleshy jiggling mounds of her huge 
breasts; he squeezed them so hard that she cried out again in renewed agony. 

"Okay..." He grunted, hissing for breath through his clenched teeth. "Turn 
her over! On her back!" There was a ripple of laughter and a few comments 
the naked brunette could not understand and suddenly Susie was lifted bodily 
into the air. For an instant, she thought it would be a repeat of the 
performance Carolyn had offered, when they lifted her and held her 
positioned for the half-breed's cunnilingus. . . but not, this was something 
else again! Something Susie had not counted on ... and certainly something 
she didn't want Larry to see! 

When they turned her over, she was lying on her back on top of the 
hair-covered sergeant, his cock still hugely imbedded in her ass-hole! Her 
legs were widely splayed, and not by accident as the other men looked 
hungrily down at the pink, naked slit of her hair-fringed cunt. To them, her 
pussylips seemed to be beckoning ... calling to them, Come on, fuck me, fuck 
me with your big, beautiful dicks! 

Suddenly, one of the young guards was between her legs, but when he dropped 
to his knees, it was his lips that brushed the ragged moist flesh of her 
twat, not the jutting stiffness of his erection. 

"I just want a little kiss ... it's such a beautiful little pussy! And then 
I'm going to fuck her, Sarge ... I'm gonna' fuck her twat off!" ' 

Dropping his face to her pussy, he licked her hotly, his tongue relishing 
the sweet taste of her twat as it moved along the steaming cleft of her 
vagina. It mattered not at all to the young guard officer that his 
sergeant's cock was only a few inches below, crudely stuffed in the hapless 
brunette's rectum. He hardly noticed ... all that he noticed was the 
moistly-pungent fissure of her pussy and the quivering pink pearl of her 
clit. Susie moaned every time his tongue swiped upward thrust of his thick, 
eight-inch prick, a deep, skewering stroke that throbbed in the heat of her 
clasping rectum. His hands kneaded. the soft, pliant mounds of her jiggling 
breasts as she lay on her back atop him, and as the two men caressed and 
kissed her, she could feel rippling sensations of naked lust racing along 
her spine, sensations that matched in intensity that undulations of the 
sergeant's hard, muscled torso beneath her. 

"Hurry it up, boy ... poke it to her, you can eat pussy anytime!" the 
grizzled sergeant grumbled irritably. 

The younger guard lifted his head from between Susie's splayed thighs, his 
cheeks moist and glistening with the warm juices of her pussy. He reached 
down to his long, thin cock and worked it between the lips of the pussy he 
had just warmly kissed and tongued. 

"Aaawwww, put it in ... I can't stand it, put it in!" Susie suddenly mewled. 
All the men shook their heads and looked at each other in surprise . . 
.She's got ol' Sarge's horse-pecker stuffed up her tail, and still she's 
begging for more! Damn, what a woman! 

The young guard looked down at the pouting lips of her eager young twat and 
his eyes widened in amazement as the warm pink mouth began to flower around 
his cock like it was yearning to take a bite of his prick! He lowered his 
weight onto her, resting on his outstretched hands as his cock disappeared 
into the quaking heat of her belly in a single, slurping thrust. 

"Mmmmmm, that's it ... both your big beautiful dicks in me, yesss!" she 
gasped shamelessly as the men and her husband looked on. She could hear the 
one called "Bull" panting and grunting under her like his namesake as he 
pushed up with the powerful muscles of his pelvis, skewering her like she 
had been dropped ass-first onto a tree trunk as his long thick cock bored 
relentlessly upward into the rubbery nether sheath of her rectum! 

Susie cried incoherently, an inhuman whining gurgle that seemed to come 
straight out of her belly; she was nakedly sandwiched between the two 
guards, sadistically impaled on both their long stiff cocks at once. Her 
flattened nether cheeks were crudely splayed by the up-thrust pole-like 
thickness of Bull's erection, and from the other side, the young guard's 
long, skewering prick slithered in and out of her pussy like a serpent, 
darting incredibly fast in a sadistic act of ravishment! 

For a long time, what seemed an eternity to the well-built young wife, she 
was savagely buffeted between the two strong men. She groaned in the 
shameful act of dual-fucking, but soon their rapid, churning thrusts merged 
into a kind of pagan rhythm ... the sensuous cadence of this delicious 
fucking, both cocks searingly diving into the heat of her wriggling white 
belly as one! 

"Unngghh, yes, yes ... they're both going in me soo deep! Fuck me hard, 
fellas ... fuck me goooodd!! " It could have been the devil's two-pronged 
tail or a man with a pitchfork who was deftly screwing both her love-tunnels 
at once, for it didn't matter now to Susie! 

She moaned louder and louder, wailing in the silence of the back-country 
night as the two men grunted and sweated over and below her, working their 
cocks in and out of her with such fervor that her own body, even her toes, 
never touched the floor. There was a heat between her legs like a 
flamethrower had been aimed up her ass, and Susie knew she could not stand 
much more without an orgasm that would blow the tin roof right off this 
house! 

As the younger man lifted off her on his backthrust, she could peer down 
between the jiggling huge melons of her tits to see just a little of his 
gleaming erection as it slithered out of the clasping grip of her pussy. Her 
knees were scissored back and her feet shot straight up at the ceiling 
overhead as he fucked her viciously, without mercy, and she could see the 
soft clinging flesh of her pussy being pulled out in warm moist folds as his 
cock-head drew the clasping walls of her vagina out between the palpitating 
lips of her pussy. 

She could not see "Bull" at all, of course, but she certainly knew he was 
there! The up-thrust movements of his huge cock delivered incredible 
sensations of sodomy to the young brunette as she wriggled on his impaling 
hardness like a pig speared on a pike. She was helpless between them, 
buffeted and pounded by their wildly humping bodies into a quivering mass of 
naked flesh: her breath came only in short painful gasps as "Bull" hotly 
caressed the soft mounds of her tits, squeezing them hard against her ribs. 

In all her wild and wicked past, Susie had never known anything quite like 
this ... an incredible act of wanton arousal so fantastic, so forbidden that 
its very unbelievableness made it somehow pure in a pagan kind of sense. 
like a small child or a jungle savage, she felt strangely that she could do 
no wrong because it seemed so ... so right! 

She felt an incredible submissiveness, like she was a slave tossed into the 
sexual arena for her master's enjoyment, but at the same moment, she felt 
exciting power ... as if she could tighten the muscles of her vagina and her 
rectum and suck these powerful, sweating men into the burning inferno of her 
loins! 

"C'mon, now ... really fuck her, kid!" the sergeant grunted up from the 
floor. "Let's give her something to remember ... She won't be no good for no 
man once we've finished!" 

Bucking and writhing all around her, from below and from above, the two 
grunting cursing prison guards bent their backs double in a super-human 
attempt to bring this naked young ball of fire to complete and utter 
subjugation ... they knew she wanted it, but they wanted more. 

They wanted her in unconditional surrender ... and defeat! 

Her arms went out and around the younger man and pulled his chest down 
against the jutting peaks of her breasts; his own nipples were hard and 
masculine and she could feel them boring into the soft flesh of her tits. 
Her nails dug into his back and tore at his flesh as she groaned and mewled 
her frantic urgency. He kissed her full on the lips, and she answered with a 
probing wiggle of her tongue into his mouth as her legs encircled his 
slender boyish hips and her ankles locked behind his buttocks, driving him 
down with frantic insistence as her heels pounded his cock deliciously down 
into the liquid heat of her twat! 

She ground back and forth, first up to meet his deep-thrusting long cock and 
then salaciously squirming her buttocks down onto the cruel impalement of 
"Bull's" thick, fleshy erection, half a foot or more into the clasping 
rubbery depths of her ass-hole! 

Suddenly, she felt inside like she had been catapulted off the brink of a 
high mountain precipice, tossed out into space into a whirling kaleidoscope 
of colors and sounds and liquid sensations ... Oh God, yes, yess! 

"I ... I ... I'm ... CUMMMIIINNNGGG! I'M CUUMMIINNGG!! " The air belched 
from her lungs loudly and her screams seemed to shake the tin on the house's 
roof, but Susie didn't care ... she had reached her long-awaited climax, an 
orgasm like nothing she had ever had, and if a thousand people had rushed 
into the room with movie cameras and lights, she would not have been able to 
stop. 

In the instant after the first peak of her lingering climax, her eyes opened 
for a split-second and she caught the wide-eyed, disbelieving face of her 
husband, an image that was etched on her brain in the fleeting moment as if 
a strobe light had been fired in the dimly-lit room. But Susie could not 
stop now, even as her stomach knotted in shame at the look of anguish and 
horror on Larry's twisted face ... it was a look she would never forget, but 
for now she was powerless to stop! 

She groaned as she felt her pussy open up like the petals of a 
night-blooming flower, opening hotly around the naked long erection the 
young guard had slammed into her belly. And as the lips of her cunt closed 
tightly again, milking his prick with exquisite pressure, he groaned and 
sharply inhaled ... and a gush of hot, sticky cum spurted deeply into her 
like a fire hose turned loose. Heavy, thick gobs of youthfully potent cum 
sloshed down the clinging sheath of her pussy until her womb was filled and 
the extra oozed luridly from around his cock and dribbled onto the sergeant 
below. 

"Bull" was just a second or two behind the young guard, having held back as 
long as he could. She heard him expel a lungful of air in a long, low hiss 
between his teeth; his breath was hot on her neck and then came the 
fountain-like eruption of his cock up her rectum until even her bowels were 
filled to overflowing with hot, soothing cum! 

When Susie was at last free to crawl off of him, the hairy-chested sergeant 
pushed her up and off of his belly and Susie grimaced in pain as his 
softening penis slithered thickly from the still-tight grip of her anus. 

She rolled onto the floor beside him, gasping for air, just in time to see 
the four remaining guards rolling her girlfriend into position for what 
little they could manage in the time they had left. She was on her hands and 
knees, her wrists still handcuffed behind her, and they pushed her face down 
against the floor. A pair of soiled undershorts were under her head, the 
only cushion she had against the hard wooden floor. 

"Get her ass up higher ... Hurry it up, the Warden's blowing the horn 
outside!" one of them shouted anxiously. His cock was in his hand and he 
didn't intend to leave this house with a hard-on ... No sir, I'm gonna' get 
me some before I go home to face the ol'lady, goddamn right! 

Susie got to her feet without being offered any help from the men who were 
hurriedly dressing. They seemed to ignore her now, their lusts spent and her 
belly sloshing with their sperm. She reached for her clothes and started 
across to Larry, hoping that somehow the words would come to say how sorry 
she was, but they jerked the men to their feet and led them away before she 
could even speak. 

When she looked across at Carolyn, she was whining and whimpering like a 
little girl being spanked. The first man was humping away at her upturned 
buttocks, a spreading smile on his sweaty lips as he fucked her as fast as 
he could. Behind him, three others were impatiently waiting their turn. 

"C'mon, Durwood, get it moving! It's bad enough we get sloppy seconds, but I 
don't aim to wait all fuckin' night for it!" 

Susie watched painfully, feeling real anguish for the first time since this 
night began. It didn't matter what they did to her, she could take it ... 
but Carolyn was another matter. And to see her girlfriend, shackled like an 
animal, doubled over with her buttocks being pulled apart by two laughing 
men while another fucked her viciously, it was almost too much. But Susie 
knew the truth by now, that there was nothing she or anyone else could do to 
stop it. She and Carolyn and their husbands were completely at the mercy of 
the sadistic warden and his henchmen. They were nothing more than slaves, 
like the Negroes who once lived on the great plantations in this same 
region. 

She brushed her sweat-drenched hair from her eyes and felt the stinging of 
tears as they finally began to flow again. Looking away because she could 
not stand any more of her girlfriend's degradation, Susie started to get 
dressed, but still she could hear their voices as they spent their pent-up 
hatreds and desires in the sobbing blonde's belly. 

"That's more like it, Durwood! Shoot that cum in her twat! Now, move it 
over, buddy, and make room for a real man!" 

Susie went out into the chilly night where a couple of guards waited for 
her, handcuffs at the ready. She took them without protest, extending her 
wrists almost automatically ... for now she was truly a prisoner. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

For days now, they had walked around like zombies, rustling themselves 
awake, shuffling through the chow line for a few bites of unwanted food. 
Their new jobs were at the packing plant, cleaning up after the shifts 
changed. It was the most menial work a man could be assigned to, the kind of 
job that usually went to a cripple or a mental defective. 

But Bob and Larry knew why they were here to keep them away from the other 
men. To punish them and keep the word of their special torture confined to 
the guards; and this was greater punishment still. They could find no word 
on their wives: were they alive? Had the sadistic animal that called himself 
warden of this hellhole had them killed? 

This was the beginning of the second week since their recapture, and between 
them hardly a dozen words had passed about what they and their wives went 
through that night. It was like a horrible wartime experience, the kind that 
men come home from and never talk about, even with their families. There had 
been a little said that first night, once they were back in their two-man 
cell, but the pain was too great. Neither of them wanted to cry, to destroy 
what little was left of their manhood, so the subject was just dropped ... 
but the painful cloud that hung over them both was real enough. And it 
dogged them day and night, all through the monotony of their jobs and into 
the long sleepless hours of the night. 

* * * 

"C'mon, you jerks ... get that floor cleaned and get moving!" the guard 
bellowed down at them from the catwalk high above the packing plant floor. 
Bob and Larry, and a team of illiterates and cripples, were sloshing the 
day's residue from the concrete floors where a hundred women had slaved for" 
no wages at all for ten hours. 

Bob looked up. Normally, they were left pretty much alone here, and he 
sensed that something out of the ordinary was in the works. 

"Larry ... what's eating him? Have you heard any scuttlebutt?" he whispered 
to his friend, putting his shoulder behind a mop as they cleaned a path 
along the packing benches. 

"I don't know ... but I did hear a rumor when I was in the John. Something 
about some big-shots coming through. Guys from the agriculture department, I 
think." 

Bob looked at his friend but said nothing, and yet Larry had grown so close 
to him in the long arduous days of their confinement that he could somehow 
read his thoughts. 

"Oh no. If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, you're out of your 
mind! It won't work, Bob, it just won't!" 

"What choice do we have? Another year of this ... maybe two years?" They had 
not been tried yet for their escape, and though they doubted that the warden 
would risk taking them into court, it was rumored that the sentences would 
just be tacked on "administratively". 

"We can keep our noses clean and pull our sentences, that's what!" Larry 
said as loudly as he dared, still mopping and throwing bucketfuls of water 
ahead of them as they progressed across the huge packing plant. "You know 
they'll take it out on the girls if we make them mad, don't you?" 

Bob moved his head up and down deliberately, his mind a hundred miles away. 
"Yeah ... I know. God help me, I know." 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

They were sitting quietly against the outside wall of the plant, some of 
them leaning against the wall, others stretched out on the grass, waiting 
for the slat-walled pickup that would take them all back to the compound. It 
was four o'clock in the afternoon, and most of the men were still at their 
jobs; Bob and Larry had not mentioned the prospects of a solution again, and 
Larry was hoping that his impetuous buddy had given it up as a lost cause. 

Bob was staring at the dirt between his feet, watching a colony of ants 
carrying dirt from a new tunnel ... Lucky bastards, at least they can leave 
when they get tired of it all! 

There was a column of red-clay dust coming across the fields, along the 
rutted track that served as a road, and the convicts shuffled to their feet 
under the watchful eye of the guard above and behind them on the catwalk 
that surrounded the plant, both inside and out. He was too far away to reach 
them himself, but his carbine had a particularly long reach, so there was 
seldom any trouble at this outpost and the guards tended to be more relaxed 
than back at the compound where a moment's hesitation might mean an escape 
... or a murder. 

As the dust-cloud neared, it was apparent that their readying had been in 
vain and some of the convicts cursed loudly and bitterly and sat down again. 
It was a "free streets" car, a regular civilian sedan, and no one paid any 
attention as it stopped and three men got out. 

No one, that is, but Bob. 

He saw his chance and took it, without so much as a nod to his buddy. He 
jumped to his feet and hurried over to one of the civilians he had just 
picked in that instant before he made the decision to act. 

The guard was shouting down at him but he dared not shoot with these 
outsiders so close. Bob stopped a few feet short of the surprised man and 
started in on his story ... all of it. every last sickening detail. The men, 
including the other two, listened incredulously, and just as Bob finished, 
the guard, huffing and panting, ran up, his hand on his carbine. 

"Hey, you, what's the idea? I told you to stay put! What'd he tell you 
gentlemen?" the guard asked nervously, his hand tightly on Bob's shoulder. 

The man looked for a moment into Bob's eyes, as if he was looking for 
something. And then he did something that brought Bob's thin hopes crashing 
down around him like so much broken glass ... he laughed. 

"Nothing, Officer ... I think he's been in the sun too long, that's all. 
Now, if we can get on with our inspection." 

The uniformed guard led Bob away without protest, and when he reached the 
shade of the plant again, his buddy could see in his eyes that the final 
spark had gone ... the will to go on was dead. 

EPILOGUE 

It was anti-climactic after the hell they had all been through. Days passed 
without a change in their routine and Bob guessed that the guard on duty had 
failed to report his violation, fearing that his own ass might be on the 
line for being so lax that it could happen. 

Nothing had changed around the camp, at least nothing the men could see, but 
on a Tuesday morning, they were awakened by the clamor of footsteps along 
the runway outside their cell. Normally, no one would have been on the "run" 
before five A.M., and it was only three-fifteen by Bob's watch. 

"What is it?" Larry grumbled sleepily from the upper bunk. Bob was on his 
feet, his nose pressed between the bars for a better look. 

"I don't know ... but it looks serious. 

There are guys in uniform all over the place." 

Larry lifted his head. "Uniform? Prison uniform?" 

"No ... they look like cops. State Police, Larry! They're State Police!" His 
buddy was off the bunk and beside him before he had time to say it again. 
Neither of them dared say what was in their minds lest the mere words jinx 
what little chance they had. 

A pair of police came down the runway, their guns routinely left outside, 
but their hands holding nightsticks. They stopped a scant foot from Bob's 
face. 

"Evers? Your name Evers?" 

Bob nodded, gulping back the tormenting anguish that gagged him. "Y-Yes..." 

"C'mon ... the district attorney wants to see you. Your wives are outside in 
the car." 

Bob's heart pounded in his chest like a bass drum playing The William Tell 
Overture, but he raced through the door when it opened without putting on 
his shoes or shirt. 

"My friend Larry? Do you want him too?" 

The cop nodded. "Yeah ... both of you. Let's go." 

Outside, the night was fast fading and a bright crisp summer morning was 
about to begin. It was just a morning like all the rest since their arrests, 
but to Bob and Larry, it was like the dawning of the first day of the 
universe ... birds were chirping that had not sounded their calls in months. 
A mist was rising from the stream down the hill, the stream that had been 
their ill-fated avenue to freedom. 

They stopped beside the police car and looked across to the warden's 
residence. Lights were on and a crowd of police had gathered on the front 
porch; almost as if on cue, they led him out in his pajamas and robe, his 
hands cuffed like their own had been just a few days ago. 

Inside the car, Carolyn and Susie sat silently, fiddling with their skirts 
and biting their lips apprehensively. Susie reached out for her husband 
cautiously, not knowing what to expect; Carolyn was less subtle as Bob 
climbed into the back seat: her arms went around his neck and she cried, not 
tears of shame and humiliation now ... but tears of happiness. And hope ... 
for hope was all they had left now. 


THE END
