THE WARDEN'S DAUGHTERS
By Jon Reskind


BOOK 2

Foreword

In Volume One of The Warden's Daughters, young Melinda and Bonnie Parker have
come from their college dorm life into a strange and unusual world they never knew
existed... a hiddenaway valley in the Appalachians where their father, separated from
them since their early childhood, is the warden of a prison farm and processing plant
operation that draws the roughest and least rehabilitatable of the state's prison inmate
population.
It could truly be said that Melinda, vivacious, and dark-haired and already a woman at
the tender age of twenty, and her younger blonde sister Bonnie arrived completely in
the dark, answering an invitation from their father, Captain Amos Parker, after all these
years of being apart. Summertime this year had offered no exciting prospects for the
young Parker sisters, their mother recently deceased after a long illness and their errant
stepfather off somewhere spending the last of what little money there was.
Melinda's and Bonnie's first acquaintances at the Athens Prison Farm proved to be Dan
Simmons, bachelor son of two civilian employees and right-hand man to the warden
himself, and King, the unofficial, amiable mascot of Athens Farm. This powerful
German shepherd, long quartered close to the off-limits women's section, has developed
some rather unusual romantic skills. that the sexually inquisitive Melinda soon
discovers for herself, but her bestial revelries are interrupted by the unexpected
appearance of Bonnie and Dan who stumble in on her in the very act of lascivious
union with this incredible specimen of the canine world. But Melinda is not to be alone
in her sexual adventures, as she is soon joined by the two of them for a night of wild
carnal excitement that none of them will soon forget.
Captain Parker's return to the farm the following day from an unsuccessful manhunt
for convicted murderer Carlton Lee and two of his fellow escapees seems to signal the
beginning of what promises to be a most enjoyable summer. For Bonnie, newly rid of
the millstone of her virginity and eager to explore the fertile fields of her newly found
sexuality. And for Melinda, her boredom and frustration at the prospect of a long
summer without her college boy friends suddenly alleviated, and now possessed not
only of a virile and sexually eager young lover in Dan Simmons, but a powerfully
masculine and hypnotic canine paramour named King as well! Also for Captain Parker,
freshly reunited with his children after fifteen long, empty years and anxious to make
up for all the lost moments. But is their Appalachian summer destined to be so idyllic?
Amos Parker has made his first serious error in many years in underestimating and
misjudging the cunning and cleverness of Carlton Lee... an error that is fated to embroil
them' all in a nightmare of brutality and sexual assault that will hang over this quiet,
peaceful valley like a shroud... and produce an unexpected burst of heroics that Athens
Farm will long remember! The Publishers Sausalito, California June, 1973


Chapter 1

Dinner that night was an unaccustomed treat for Captain Amos Parker, as well as for
his two young daughters, for the camp warden had allowed himself the rare privilege of
having a special dinner prepared by the trusty cooks who worked in the guards' mess
hall; five uniformed black inmates brought it all up to the captain's white frame house
overlooking the camp in covered trays and served it in the seldom-used dining room. It
was fully his right, of course, as commander of the Athens Prison Farm to have all his
meals delivered here if he so chose, but Amos Parker, being basically a simple man, had
always considered that sort of affectation bad for camp morale, as too much distance
from his men in this kind of profession could be a fatal mistake – and how would he
hear the latest from the prison grapevine? He would never know who was plotting an
escape, what two inmates had decided to live together as "man and wife," who was
planning to "cut-up" whom. All of those juicy tidbits that made running this enormous
operation the trying occupation that it was.
Dan Simmons sat uncomfortably at the end of the table opposite the captain – it was
unheard of for any of the employees to have dinner here at the warden's private house.
If it had ever been done before, it was beyond the memory of his twenty-eight years;
maybe some lieutenant or sergeant of the guard, but never a civilian employee. Dan had
struggled valiantly to wriggle out of this invitation when Captain Parker's daughter
Melinda practically insisted that he be included in the dinner plans; he had noted
painfully the look of annoyance and surprise that momentarily swept the captain's face
but the gray-haired warden had recovered quickly and was himself most demanding
that Dan join them and make it four for this evening's meal. For Dan Simmons, it was
more like being a fifth wheel; this was the Parker family's first meal together in fifteen
years! And his discomfort at being a guest here at such an awkward and fragile moment
was not helped at all by the knowing smiles he kept catching from the older Parker girl
and the head-hung shyness of young Bonnie – after all, the events of last night were
less than twenty-four hours in the past, hardly sufficient to be dimmed by time, and
Dan could only guess that the attractive college girls were, like himself, still aching and
tender with the remnants of their night-long orgy. Only King was missing tonight, and
Dan could imagine him stretched out on the cool pine needles around his house, his
animal-mind still reeling in confusion with the memories of these new girls in camp!
Jesus, what a surprise it had been walking in on Melinda like that! There she was, stark
naked and grunting and moaning like a bitch in heat, and King back there behind her,
mounting her with that great, huge red prick of his just banging in and out of her!
Man, that was some shock, all right! But he had to admit that the good-looking
brunette had carried it all off with such coolness – Christ, she just acted like it was an
everyday thing to walk into a bedroom and find a nude college coed being fucked by a
German shepherd the size of a small pony. Damn, what a wild chick she was. And that
kid sister, well, she was just getting started at this sort of thing and she was going to
need a lot of breaking in just right, and he was just the man to show her the ropes. But
Dan knew he would have to watch himself; it wouldn't be easy making time with these
hot little honeys while the captain was around. Maybe the ol' boy would take another
trip... and with any kind of luck, he'd find himself in the middle of a rerun of last night!
Goddamn, that would be like heaven itself!

* * *

Captain Parker was a slower eater than the young people around his table, and he was
still polishing off his apple pie and ice cream when Dan and the girls were having an
after-dinner cup of coffee and sitting quietly while the older man finished. Dan
Simmons was surprised that dinner had gone as smoothly as it did – just a few words
of uncomfortable family talk and the rest about the girls' college, their boy friends,
Dan's job here at Athens Farm. Just the usual dinner-table polite talk, except for
Melinda's occasional asides to the uniformed mess boys.
Amazingly, the captain did not seem to notice; or if he did, he didn't care, for Melinda
was so obviously flirting with them when they brought in the courses and everybody
knew that the question of race was not one of the captain's finer points. He had argued
soundly and loudly when the legislature was voting to make the camp interracial – he'd
even gone down to the state capital to make his appeal for integration personally, with
lots of facts and statistics he had gleaned from some Deep South reports rather
mysteriously obtained. Promises of race riots, killings, perversions and worse were
unfulfilled, and the desegregation twenty years ago went off without a hitch.
A few harsh words were exchanged now and then, but for the most part, the blacks
kept to themselves and the whites left them alone. Everybody knew they got the worst
jobs here at the farm, and it was suspected that the captain had a say in that policy, but
so far there had been no trouble to speak of and the issue of segregation got swept
aside, just like the decision to bring women in ten years ago to work in the processing
plants had finally been accepted as a wise move. After all, having the women here
seemed to keep the guards better-dressed and forced them to think before they let fly
with a mouthful of curses. And the male prisoners hardly ever saw them at all, much
less got close enough for any "hanky-panky". None of the male inmates worked in the
plants except a few trusties who came in after the women left and cleaned up. Except
for an occasional pair of panties with a message in lipstick, even these men never saw
the women they cleaned-up after, except as they lined up outside their well-guarded
prison compound a good hundred yards from the cell blocks where the men slept and
lived.
Come to think of it, mused Dan as he watched the old captain take his last mouthful of
apple pie, there had been a little trouble with the women at first, back when only the
one chain-link fence separated the two compounds. That was gone now, and the two
separately administered areas touched at no common point, but Dan had heard the
rumors when he was still in his teens and going to high school in Cold Gap. Stories
about how the guard tower one night swung the big flood lamp around to illuminate
the perimeter fences and caught two trusties who had "night-privileges", meaning they
were out of the block past lock-up, hard up against the fence with a couple of old gals
on the, other side all bent over with their skirts up around their waists... they were
screwing 'em through the chain-link fence!
Well, that fence was on its way down the next afternoon, and now there wasn't a way
in hell any of these prisoners could get together. No sir, any man that aimed to knock
off a piece out of the women's compound might just as well wait until he was released,
and then he could stand around and wait for her, because even the guards had difficulty
getting into that compound without a matron escort. "No sense offering a man too
much temptation." was the way the captain had put it, and a damn good rule it was,
too. For Dan, anyway, because this way the girls stayed horny enough to keep putting
on the show he'd been sneaking a look at for so long now! As long as they weren't
getting any human loving, they'd be coming back to their reliable mascot King again
and again, and Dan would never get tired of watching that show, not ever!
The sudden, unexpected knocking at the front door, soft though it was, turned
everyone's head in anticipation except the captain, who delicately dabbed the last traces
of softened ice cream from his chin and called to Agnes, the housekeeper, who was
sitting alone in the kitchen, waiting for the captain and his guests to finish so she could
begin for the thousandth-odd time the task of cleaning up the old man's house. The
uniformed woman, old and wrinkled at fifty from a lifetime behind prison bars, padded
softly past the dining-room door until the captain spoke quietly to her as if she were
standing right beside him instead of fifteen feet away in the hall. "That'll probably be
one of the matrons with the new cleaning girl, Agnes."
The old woman's heart stood still and her eyes widened with the sudden prospect of
returning to work on a nine-hour shift in the drafty processing plant after all these
years of relative luxury as the captain's permanent housekeeper. "T-the new
houskeeper, Sir?" Her voice cracked with concern and fear but the captain's sly, thin
smile quickly allayed her worries.
"Don't worry, Agnes," he grinned mischievously. "I'm not getting rid of you yet. It's
just a helper for you while the girls are here. There'll be a lot more cleaning up to do
and I figured you could use the help. Her name's Carla I think." Agnes shrugged and
laughed to herself, ashamed of her foolishness at being caught by one of the' old man's
jokes – he loved to do things like that, scare the hell out of you and give you that
mountain man's coy grin of his to let you know he was only "joshing". She opened the
front door and switched on the light directly over the front door; there was a smaller
all-night light on the front porch for security but it was hardly bright enough to identify
callers with. Sure enough, there was Maude Pritchard, one of the senior matrons who
lived just across the Athens valley in one of the tiny frame employees' houses. And with
her was a very nervous, attractive blonde, twisting the ends of her non-prison-issue blue
scarf between her fingers and looking extremely apprehensive, like she was about to be
thrown to the bears instead of moved into a plush job that half the women in camp
would have traded their good-behavior time for. Agnes recognized her as being from
"C-Block", mostly first offenders sent away for felonies but without a past record to
label them right off as bad news, It was particularly rough for girls like this one, most of
them never having been in any serious trouble before; but because there was only one
other women's facility and it was for girls with misdemeanor sentences only, it was
Athens Farm, even for the wide-eyed and innocent like this one seemed to be. But they
never stayed innocent very long at Athens Farm.
"Agnes, the captain asked me to bring this girl over to help you with your work here. Is
he home?" Agnes noticed that the matron's manner with her was almost one of
deference; everyone in camp knew she had the old man's ear and it didn't help to show
her at least a modicum of extra courtesy.
"Yes'm, he's inside just finishing up. You can leave her with me and I'll explain her
duties to her." The gray-uniformed matron looked a mite perplexed for a moment at
the prospect of turning a prisoner over to another prisoner, but she could hear the
captain's voice sonorously from the dining room a few feet away so she supposed it
would be all right. "Okay, Agnes, that'll be fine. Oh, this is Carla... Carla Jean
Monroe."
"Nice to meet you, Carla," Agnes said warmly, a smile working its way gingerly
through the lines and furrows of her face. "You're from C-Block, aren't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I've only been here a couple of months. They had me in a county jail for
awhile but I guess they ran out of room." The matron felt herself being excluded from
the conversation, as outsiders always were when prisoners talked among themselves,
and she excused herself and left, leaving the two of them there in the doorway with
nothing but a few yards of grass between them and freedom in the forests of
Appalachia, but Carla had been moved up to Honor Grade for this new assignment
with the captain's signed approval, so it wasn't the matron's responsibility if she decided
to head for the tall timber.
Agnes looked her over appraisingly when the busy-body matron was gone, eyeing her
with the cool, calculating eye of a woman who had weathered twenty-odd years in
various prisons and still managed to come out on top most of the time. She was pretty,
all right, too pretty if you asked her. But they didn't ask her, they never did; just the
same, this youngster could she be over twentyone? They sent the younger ones to a
special girls' reformatory – would mean trouble sooner or later. It just wasn't smart to
have a good-looking young filly like this working around here. And especially not with
the captain's coed daughters here for the summer – too many nice-lookers under one
roof was asking for trouble. And Agnes could feel trouble coming in her creaking bones
just like she felt the first snows every fall. "Well, come along," she said finally, resigned
to her new assistant whether she wanted her or not. "I guess I should introduce you to
everybody and then I'll show you the list of duties. You can start by helping me with
the dishes tonight. We don't wash 'em, just clear for the mess boys who'll be back with
a guard to pick 'em up. Step lively now, and try not to look so nervous just 'cause
you're in the inside and they're 'free-streeters'. You got nothin' to be ashamed of, so
smileand just keep your mouth shut and we'll get along real nice."
Captain Amos Parker had just announced his intention to retire to his study to prepare
the required reports on this recent successful escape, necessary forms that had to be
completed and sent down east to the capital, and Dan Simmons had pushed his chair
back and was standing respectfully for the captain's exit, when Agnes paused in the
archway of the dining room with her new assistant.
"Oh yes, Agnes, the new girl. Come in, come in," said the gray-haired man warmly.
Dan turned to greet her, along with the others, and nearly fell to the floor as he felt his
knees give way under him. He clutched at the back of his chair and managed to regain
his composure before anyone noticed. It was the girl he had watched just two nights
ago up at King's private kennel! The one he had seen being fucked by that great huge
beast. And now she was right here, working in the captain's house.
Of course, the young short-haired blonde had never seen him, as he was safely out of
sight in the trees when she sneaked into the dog's unlocked run and stripped naked and
kneeled before him to nearly beg for his lust-easing maleness, and she only smiled
politely as she was introduced. But Dan's thoughts were somewhere else, working out
the possibilities of getting to this new one when there was no one around the house. Of
course, he'd have to be careful, for discovery would mean instant dismissal or worse.
But Dan remembered how she had looked in the dim twilight, her rich full nakedness
reflecting the yellow lights of the camp perimeter. Damn, it would be worth the risk of
a few minutes with her!


Chapter 2

"Well, this is it... there won't be any chances to back out after we move down this
mountain. So if either of you guys has got any plans in that direction, you'd best cut
out of here on your own right now, understood?" Carlton Lee, his black hair wavy even
in its regulation prison cut, stood defiantly at the jagged opening of their tiny cave-like
hideaway and glared at his two unwanted confederates and watched their eyes for some
sign of reluctance. He couldn't afford to take along any candy-asses on this trip – the
stakes were too high. And Carlton Lee had no plans for the next few years that
included an extra deuce on the end of his sentence plus sixty days in solitary. He had
been over this too many times in his mind to have it blow up now; it was foolproof as
long as these two monkeys didn't come to pieces if the going got tough. At best, this
was going to be a hit-andrun operation, and they'd have to move fast before anyone had
the vaguest idea what was happening or risk being cut to bloody ribbons by the
automatic carbines those tower guards kept cocked and ready. Neither of his fellow
escapees said a word. Tillman was just his usual slackjawed hillbilly self, and Louie, as
sullen and cold-eyed as always. They weren't the two he would have picked for an
operation like this, but since they were with him when he managed to get away from
that brush-clearing work detail, he was stuck with them unless they chose to strike out
on their own. And that wasn't too likely since he alone held the trump card... the jalopy
and envelope full of money that his kid brother stashed just where he told him to. That
was their ticket out of these mountains without getting seen, and Tillman and Louie
knew it only too well. If they had any notions of backing out, Carlton failed to read it
in their eyes now. There was just that glimmering hope of freedom – no more bars, no
more being chained like animals for the long walk to the fields. And lots of liquor and
women to ease the pain of endlessly long years behind steel and under guard.
Louie finally spoke up and it was just what Carlton had hoped he would say; Tillman
had no brains but was dependable like an old stupid hound dog. He'd run through fire
if ordered to by the right man, but he couldn't think for himself enough to get out of
the rain. But Louie was something else again, and Carlton at last began to think they
might have the makings of a team. Or at least a pair if Tillman blew up. "I think we
can pull it off, Carlton," said the young man. Louie was in his mid-thirties, dark-haired
and wan like every man who'd spent the best years of his life in shadows and behind
walls. "But what about later? We might run into some pretty heavy shit once the word
gets out and I'd sure as hell feel a lot safer with a shooter or two to even the odds a bit.
What'ya say we lay our hands on a couple somehow when we hit the camp?"
Carlton was shaking his head before the man could finish, but he was grinning and that
surprised Louie when the older con raised his head and peered back at him through his
puffy eyes, reddened from the smoke of their tiny fire. "You're right, Louie, but you're
wrong at the same time. Just sit tight and I'll show you what I mean."
Both men could only look at each other in confusion and bewilderment as their
selfappointed leader suddenly turned on his heels and vanished between the two granite
halves of the rock-cleft and went out into the night alone. But before they could talk it
over, Carlton was back, both arms around a canvas-wrapped bundle that could have
been a baby from the way he held it. "Men, this is our insurance... a little something
extra my brother stashed for me just behind this cave. I told him not to leave it in here
in case somebody stumbled on this place before I got a chance to use it. I checked on
this the first hour we were here, but I didn't see no sense in muddying the water Until I
knew how you fellas stood on my plans. Here, take a look..."
First there was a stunned silence and then a long low whistle from Louie as the two
men peered curiously into Carlton's carefully-cradled, tiny bundle. There, wrapped in
several layers of canvas and tied in a plastic bag, was a beautiful Smith and Wesson .38
and a box of cartridges.

* * *

Nervously, the only noises the sounds of their own racing heartbeats, the two convicts
lay flat on their bellies on the dew-moistened pinestraw in a thicket of pines not fifty
short yards from the outer chain-link perimeter of the camp just below them. It was a
dark, moonless night but they could see each other's faces in the reflected yellowish
glow of the prison camp and those faces showed one emotion – fear. Carlton had
ordered them to wait here until he crawled back up to their tree-shrouded vantage
point, but that was almost an hour ago and it was past lock-up time now and the
guards could be faintly heard making their rounds in the two camps and calling out
their counts to each other as they double-checked each cellblock and added the number
of trusties outside the blocks on various late work details. Suddenly there was a
cracking of brush not ten yards away and both of them dared not breathe; sometimes
one of the more diligent night-duty guards would make an unscheduled swing through
these woods with a six-cell flashlight and a shotgun, just an extra security measure. It
was mostly to look for stashed tools or clothing, sure signs of a pending escape, but if
one of the armed guards stumbled on them lying here, they'd have every dog in camp
hot on their trail inside ten minutes if they were lucky enough to get away without a
load of buckshot. Damn it, why hadn't Carlton left them the gun?
"Louie... Tillman... it's me." His voice was hardly more than a whisper, but it carried on
the warm stillness of the night air and both of the still-uniformed convicts relaxed and
breathed again.
"Carlton, where have you been?" asked Tillman nervously, his voice narrowing to that
shrillness he always got when he was exited. "We were worried sick when you didn't
come right back. All this sneakin' around in the dark... and you don't tell us nothin'.
Just say to sit here and wait."
"Oh, shut your yap, Tillie." Carlton was out of breath from the uphill climb on all fours
and that was the best he could muster.
"Don't call me that! You know that's not my name... it's Tillman!"
"All right, all right... now listen," began Carlton hoarsely, his breathing still heavy and
gasping between words. "I went down to see if I could catch Willie taking the kitchen
scraps up to the dump. He makes that run every night about this time and he's one of
the damn few men in this camp I would trust. Too goddamn many cock-boys and
squealers to suit me." Neither of the other men seemed to feel that Carlton's remark
was directed in their direction, and he went on when he had finally caught his breath.
"Anyway, I saw Willie. Damn near scared his black ass to death when I came out of the
bushes and called to him, but it was worth the trip. Willie's onto the mess boys'
grapevine and he just saved us a lot of trouble. Carla's been assigned to work at the Old
Man's house as a housekeeper and she's there right now."
"Damn, Carlton, you don't mean we're gonna' hit the captain's house, do you?"
Tillman's voice was high and squeaky with unconcealed fright and his eyes seemed to
bulge from his head like a frog's. "We'd never get away with it! Man, there's guards all
over the place between here and the captain's! They'd cut us down for sure, Carlton!"
But they could see there would be no stopping him now, for even as Tillman pleaded
shrilly with him to be reasonable, Carlton Lee was gazing out across the camp to the
opposite hillside where, brightly lighted, he could see the camp warden's frame
dwelling. There were people inside, that much he knew from Willie, including an
unexpected bounty – the Old Man's coed daughters! A whole new scheme was
beginning to ferment in the back of the older convict's mind and was pushing
everything else aside in its rush to the forefront of his thoughts; this might be their
ticket to freedom. He'd never thought of taking hostages before because with his
original plan, there'd be no one to take, breaking into the women's camp like he'd
planned. But now... it was only then that he realized that Tillman was still babbling on
unnoticed, and he turned to him and watched the look of cold fear sweep the younger
man's face as Carlton glared at him with those eyes of his that were as black and mean
as evil itself. "Shut up, Tillie... I'm thinking," was all he said. But it was enough.


Chapter 3

Captain Parker had apologized for the necessity of being a discourteous host and
excused himself to go to his study, where Bonnie and Dan could see him even now,
outlined in silhouette against the drawn shade as they gazed absently toward the house
from the hillside path. Melinda had promised to join them later, but now she was
soaking in a hot tub. Something about a cold coming on, but Dan reflected with more
than a touch of manful pride that she might still be sore from last night. God, she sure
should be, he thought, as he and Melinda's teenage sister Bonnie climbed the path that
led to the hill behind the captain's residence, I sure fucked her in every hole she's got!
"Dan, what was that you were starting to tell me about the new housekeeper? You said
something just as Daddy Parker stuck his head out the front door and warned us not to
go far; what was it?" Bonnie held the blond young man's hand as much out of necessity
as passion, for the climb was steep and the only illumination, the reflected glow of the
camp receding farther away below them with every step. A day ago she would have had
all sorts of fears and trepidation about coming out here in the darkness alone with a
man – but after last night, that was all behind her. Now she was a woman, in every
way she could be, and the time for childish fears was behind her.
Or at least that was the way she felt right now; this morning, she'd been of a different
mind. And tomorrow how would she feel? This was a big time in her young life, a
turbulent time of turmoil and change and bewilderment, but she was resolved to
weather the worst of it, now that the hard part was over. After last night, at least she
didn't have the crushing weight of her virginity to drag her down. Gosh, nobody could
say she was a virgin, not after the things they did in that bedroom hardly twenty-four
hours ago!
"That girl is one of King's harem," Dan said cryptically, intruding suddenly on her
warm, liquid memories of last night.
"His what?"
"Harem... I just meant that as a sort of joke," he explained as they climbed the last few
feet to the top of the hill, and their narrow path opened up onto a grassy clearing
surrounded on three sides by dense rhododendron. The warm night air was heavy with
the pungent aroma of these giant flowering plants and it gave the place a kind of musky
unearthliness that was unsettling in the darkness. "She's been fucking that dog, too. I
watched her do it just a couple of nights ago."
"You watched her? You mean she knew and she let you?" Bonnie was puzzled and he
could see her tiny little nose all wrinkled and her brow furrowed in bewilderment.
"Well, she didn't know I was watching her. I think it was her first time, though, 'cause
she acted awfully unsure of herself. But man, did she put on a show!"
"Better than last night?" Bonnie's voice seemed to grow huskier, and Dan was surprised
to find she was pressed to his side; he could feel her eager girlish warmth through her
thin dress, and it sent a rippling shiver of tensing excitement racing to his loins. Damn,
how this girl had changed in only one day. From ashy, blushing virgin to a hotly
impetuous teenage nymphet in just twentyfour hours!
"No, honey, not better than last night," he said throatily. "Nothing could top last night.
You should know that." His hand gripped hers tightly, and he rubbed the back of it
along the slender gentle curve-of her hip; she quivered at the first brushing contact and
Dan Simmons knew she was his again for the taking. He had certainly felt that
trembling, fervent enthusiasm before, and always with a girl about Bonnie's age...
eighteen and eager. Dan felt his belly tighten in knots as he remembered the wildly
erotic events of last night.
He'd only volunteered to escort Bonnie home from his neighbor's, where she'd been for
a visit on their first full day in camp, and at the young Parker girl's insistence, he had
ventured into the captain's home for something to drink. Captain Amos was away
hunting a trio of hard-core types that had managed to get away from under a mounted
guard's nose while working a brushclearing assignment, so Dan figured it was safe to
come in. The captain was not one for having employees around his private house, but
he assumed it was all right to make an exception this once. Melinda had obviously not
heard them come in, since when Bonnie opened the door, they walked right in on her
and that big loving animal the women prisoners had taken as their mascot. She was
hunched over with the huge dog's glistening cock just pumping in and out of her cunt
from behind! At first, they just stood there in the doorway like a couple of statues,
numbed by the incredible lewdness of what they had stumbled in on. Only one day
here at Athens Farm and Melinda had discovered the secret lovemaking talents of huge
King! It was weird, like there was some kind of animal-bond between them, something
that had brought them together uncannily.
If he could have turned and run from that room then, he would have done so, for
nothing inside him had prepared him for what had to come next – talking to Melinda
and listening to the hysterics that he knew were inevitable. But God, was he wrong.
Melinda was cool as a cucumber, and it was he and Bonnie who did the squirming.
Jesus, they'd caught her in the very act of wanton bestial lovemaking and she acted as if
it was nothing at all.
Melinda had held the upper hand with the both of them from that moment, as she had
done with her younger sister for years already; and if anyone could be said to have
dominated the events of last night, it would be the twenty year old brunette. Not Dan
Simmons, and certainly not young Bonnie. She had even managed to con her own kid
sister into taking a turn with that incredible loving-animal! Of course, Dan knew now
why she acted the way she did – Melinda wanted both of them involved in this lewd
orgy so that they would keep quiet. She would have lost that magic power of
domination over Bonnie if she had just left it as it was when they walked in on her.
Bonnie would have had something to hold over her, something she might one day
threaten her with, but this way she was safe from all that. And man did that sweet
young thing get involved! With a strong mixture of coercion and pleading, Melinda
contrived to have her own sister go down on that dog like some slut in a sex circus.
Of course, Dan recalled now with a trace of lingering embarrassment, he had himself
lost control at the sight of this naked blonde teenager sucking that powerful animal's
hugely swollen prick, her naked ass waving in front of him like food in front of a
starving man. He had to do what he did. Damn it, he wasn't sorry one bit, not now, not
then. Just remembering the feel of her tight little virginal box as it closed hot and sweet
around the whole painfully throbbing length of his hard cock. Damn, it was like dying
and going. to heaven! Mmmmmm, how wet and tight it had been when he gave her
that first deep thrusting poke that popped right through her cherry! He'd hardly
believed that she was really a virgin, but when he felt that little maidenhead give way,
he knew he was fuckin' in unexplored territory. And Jesus, could this long-haired
teenybopper fuck! She might have been all pure and innocent before last night, just like
she claimed, but she had sure missed her calling up 'til now. She was a born hot-box
fucker, a real natural.
Dan chuckled softly under his breath; she was sure no virgin tonight, not at all! King
had seen to that when he got a bit jealous of somebody taking his woman away in the
middle of a good blow-job, and before either Dan or Bonnie knew what was happening,
they had some unexpected company. King had climbed in between Dan's legs as he
held the young blonde positioned on top of him for a really good skewering fuck and
threw it to the helpless teenager from behind. He fucked her in the ass as she sat on
Dan. Damn, what a night that was! And then it was Melinda's turn... but that was
another story.
Right now, something was bumping around in the back of Dan's mind – he had some
plans for Bonnie for tonight, something he'd missed out on last night. Christ, if she
could suck that dog's cock, she could sure as hell suck his; he'd get a good blow-job
tonight or die trying!
"Tell me about that prisoner girl and King," Bonnie asked quietly as they sat on the
grass overlooking the camp far below where they had started their climb. It was almost
totally still and noiseless up here, with just an occasional wafting sound from the camp
below to prove it was really there and not an illusion of glowing lights scattered across
the mountain valley. "I-I'd like to hear what it was like," she said shyly, holding Dan's
hand between them.
"Well, it was something to see," Dan began, groping for the right words; this was a
lucky break, having her bring this up, and he wanted to make the best of it. Just get her
turned on again, Danny boy, and that blow-job's all yours!
"I was on my way home the other night, just taking my usual shortcut through the
woods behind King's kennel, when I spotted this girl sneaking out of the women's
barracks and heading up the hill"
"Was she trying to escape?"
"Naw, the security for the women ain't like it is for the men. They are allowed in and
out on approved business and she was being sent to bring King his evening meal. So
anyway, I was sort of caught out in the open and I didn't want her to see me, so..."
"Why not? You weren't doing anything wrong?"
"Well, uh..." I can't tell her I've watched a hundred girls fuckin' that dog from my
hideaway spot in that big tree. She might not be ready for that. "You see, she was
outside the compound and I didn't want to be found anywhere close to her. I mean, she
could rip her blouse and go running back claiming I tried to rape her and then it'd be
my ass on the line, understand?"
"Oh... I see." Bonnie was still gripping the man's calloused hand with hers and, though
he felt her shiver when he placed their two linked hands on the edge of her lap, she did
not pull it away.
"So I sort of hid out, so she wouldn't see me and get me in any trouble. And then she
sort of looked around every which way to see if anybody was looking and when she
couldn't see anyone, she waited for that big dog to finish his dinner, and then she
started' taking off her clothes."
"And you were watching the whole time?"
"I was just a few yards up the hill and I could see her plain as day. She's got quite a
nice body, let me tell you."
The full-breasted young girl pulled his hand up against the firmness of her belly as they
sat together on the grass. "Nicer than mine?" she asked, her cheeks reddened with color
as she surprised even herself with her new found boldness. Honest. before last night she
could never have said such a thing!
"No way, baby! You've got the best body I've seen in a long time... and that's the God's
honest truth!" His hand slipped limply from her tiny grip and gently traced over the
curve of her breast; she said nothing to stop him, and a soft mewl of pleasure escaped
her half-opened lips. "You really have a helluva bod, sweetheart. Most girls would give a
year off their lives for a pair of knockers like yours."
"Dan! Such language!" she said sternly, but she was grinning and Dan Simmons knew
it would be downhill from here. She was getting all worked-up, he could see it in her
face even in this dim light; she might have thought she was sitting still, but she was
squirming like there were bugs in her pants already.
His hand left her breast and he draped that arm around her shoulders, his arm resting
lightly against her soft, warm skin. He could smell the aroma of her perfume and
beneath that, the delicious muskiness of her flesh, and his loins ached with a
maddening passion to strip her naked and to fuck her brutally right here on the grass.
But he knew that even after last night, he must tread cautiously, for this was the
captain's youngest daughter – his baby – and one word from her would cost him his
job at the very least. But still Bonnie showed no sign of resisting his amorous advances,
for as he pulled her closer to him with the arm that lay across her shoulders, she slid
next to him without a second's hesitation. Damn it, he wasn't sure he could hold back
long 'enough to play this right!
Not a sound passing his lips, Dan let his fingertips drift slowly to earth along the rich
heaving swell of her breast until his opened palm cupped the full surging mound softly
through the fabric of her dress. He felt her stiffen perceptibly, her breath suddenly
coming much faster now as if she were near exhaustion. With his middle finger, he
caressed the softly inviting mound of her breast, rubbing the tiny swollen peak of her
nipple through her dress and the thin lacy sheerness of her brassiere. Even at his
delicate touch, it seemed to grow incredibly and harden in a rapid series of quick,
throbbing swells. "Mmmmm, Dan..." she began, but lost her words as she purred under
his hotly exploring caresses.
Teasingly, he tweaked her sensitive nipple with his thumb and index finger and he
could feel her shiver involuntarily along the full length of her spine, and a soft purring
moan rolled from her lips. He found the zipper of her dress and eased his hand along
the smooth satiny softness of her back until she was bare as far as the lacy top of her
sheer panties. Dan reached boldly beneath the elastic band and slipped his fingers down
into the soft fleshy crevice of her buttocks. With a smirking grin on his face that she
could not see, Dan Simmons flicked one finger against the tightly puckered little mouth
of her anus and felt her quickly shrink away was she thinking of King, and the huge
taper of his scarlet prick that had so savagely plundered her there?
He laughed silently to himself and rubbed the soft translucent flesh of her smooth bare
back gently with his opened hand until his fingers had eased their way upward to the
crisp white straps of her brassiere, and Dan paused to deftly release the three metal
hooks. She gasped an audible sigh as the sheerness of her brassiere fell away from her
breasts beneath the front of her dress. Dan tugged the shoulders of her garment down
along her arms until it just barely covered the tips of her rich full breasts in front and
he took the fabric in both hands firmly and looked powerfully into her eyes. "Move
your arms, Bonnie, and let's have another look at that bod of yours!"
Without a word of protest, the long-haired teenager dropped her arms to her sides
limply and her loosely-covering dress and bra fell away to her lap. Her rose-pink crinkly
nipples swelled into rigidity at the coolness of the open night air, sending a fresh shiver
of electricity racing through her breasts and into the excitement-charged nipples
themselves. His outstretched fingertip brushed lightly over the soft beckoning bulge of
her naked breasts, first over one, and then slowly, over the other, and he chuckled
quietly as he watched her shiver in the pale glow of light from the camp below. Finally,
his fingers opened and then closed tightly over one of the ivory-white globes and he
squeezed it until the flesh oozed between his fingers in tiny reddening welts of delicate
skin.
"Oooooooohhhh, Dan, that's so nice... I love it when you touch me there!" she gasped,
her legs scissoring open and closed as she sat at his side. The muscles of her firm
buttocks cheeks were clenching tightly beneath her and it felt as though they were
biting into the grass and soft earth below; Bonnie could feel the dampness of her
growing passion spreading over the crotchband of her lacy panties. She wondered if she
could keep from screaming and alerting the whole prison just down the hill! He pushed
her shoulders and she fell backward onto the grass as his hotly probing fingertips began
to stroke and caress her in wickedly exciting places. Oooooohh, she would lose her
mind if he kept this up!
He kissed her passionately on the lips, and he could feel her muscles loosen all over her
young body as his tongue went between her teeth; and she answered it with the tiny
pink tip of her own. They pushed against each other in a silly sort of tongual shoving
match until finally she gave way and his thick heavy tongue wormed its way deep into
her mouth and she sucked and pulled on it, her half-naked teenage body squirming
under his with all the frenzied passion that lurked in her belly like a ticking time-bomb,
ready to explode at any second in a screaming, scratching fury of unquenched girl-lust!
As his fingers coursed over her wriggling bare skin, he could feel the tremblings of a
million goose bumps, and he knew it wasn't from the night chill... she was going out of
her mind! Damn, what a hot little number she was! Bonnie and Melinda – what a pair!
His fingers slid beneath the crumpled fabric of her dress and under the tautness of her
sheer panties; she gasped aloud and her back arched like a strung bow as his fingers
brushed over the fluffy vee of her pubic hair and tauntingly caressed the pink moist
folds of her vagina.
"Mmmmmm... your fingers... soooo nice..." Her head was back on the grass and her
eyes were closed; her words came softly and throatily and Dan could scarcely hear her.
With the whole damp fleshy softness of her vagina beneath his palm, Dan ventured a
rigid finger between the moist pink ridges, and the blonde girl gasped again as her
vaginal. lips, already moistened with her own secretions, pressed tightly against his
hand. His middle finger explored the narrow slit teasingly, starting far down between
her legs with the tautly ovaled nether ring of her anus, then easing over the firm
membrane of flesh that separated her two lovemaking passages, and finally probing
heatedly between the softly throbbing walls of her cunt.
"Say you like it, huh, Bonnie?" he gloated over her, his lips tight in a smirking leer of
self-satisfaction. Bonnie opened her mouth to answer him, but Dan countered at that
very instant with the deliberate squirming of a second stiffened digit into the hotly
steaming confines of her young eager pussy. She gasped at the sudden unexpected
entry, and again her back arched steeply up from her shoulders and ankles as he
rammed the twin fingers deeply inside her cuntal crevice.
"I-I like it, Dan, I really do!" she managed finally, her voice weak with passion. Dan's
stiffened finger slipped from her damp cuntal grip and he slid the fingertip wetly along
her hotly quivering slit until he felt the shivering bud-like fleshiness of her clitoris.
With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the tiny nerve-filled node and watched as
she writhed spasmodically beside him on the grass. Every single squeeze of the pink
fleshy bulb seemed to send a thousand volts of electricity rippling through her young
body, and she tossed and squirmed in uncontrolled agonizing desire. "Mmmmmm, it's
fantastic, Dan! Your hand there feels soooo goooooddd!" He ground the oily marble of
her clitoris back and forth between his fingers like a tiny pearl as Bonnie gasped and
choked beneath him, her whole voluptuous young torso alive with a frenzied passion
that threatened to eat her alive.
Her hotly squirming vagina, ground wetly against the palm of his hand; Dan Simmons
continued to roughly caress the pearly bulb of her tiny pink clitoris, twisting and
pulling on the hardened fleshy bud until the blonde was choking with desire, her throat
filled with the thickness of her wanton passion. He was going to make her cum!
Suddenly Bonnie's whole body sprang from the grassy earth as if propelled by some
unseen force, and her flesh began to quiver incessantly in rhythm with the swelling
crescendo of her orgasm building rapidly at this instant in her twisted belly. Her velvety
cunt-flesh ground lasciviously against his palm, dampening it from fingertips to wrist
with the warm stickiness of her oozing secretions. Her mouth opened and a low
guttural noise began to slip from her tortured throat. And then, "Aaaaawwwwwwww!
Don't stop, Dan, don't stop rubbing me there! Oh, please, don't stop... I'm cumming!
I'm ccccuuummmiinnnggg!" She quivered convulsively from head to toe, her torso
inhumanly arched upward to grind against his thrill-giving hand; she shuddered
viciously and gasped and then fell back against the grass, her huge breasts rising and
falling rapidly, their tips glistening in the dim light with tiny beads of excited
perspiration. She lay there for several long minutes before she could speak, licking her
lips and gasping to fill her emptied lungs.
"Oh, wow, Dan, that was out of sight!" she finally whispered. She held out her arms to
him, squeezing her enormous breasts between them, and he leaned over and buried his
face between them hungrily, his tongue eagerly laving the moist furrow cleaving them.
"Fuck me, baby," she said softly after a couple of moments; it was not a demand, not a
plea. Just a simple matter-of-fact request, and it stunned the both of them. Just
yesterday she couldn't even say the word, and now she was lying here almost naked on
the grass and begging for it!
Dan smiled and lifted his head from between her bulging breasts. Without a word, he
finished stripping her dress and crumpled brassiere down over her still-scissoring legs,
and then he gently tugged at the elastic top of her soaked panties. She lifted her
buttocks from the grass and let him pull her panties down over her thighs and free of
her legs. She was completely naked now, her full rich young body lying sprawled there
on the earth with her long blonde hair spread behind her like a golden mane. God, she
was like a part of the earth itself! Some sort of teenage goddess rising from the very soil
of this mountaintop for a night-long tryst among the mortals! And she was his!
Bonnie looked up at him longingly from where she lay on the grass and watched him in
bewilderment as he pulled himself away from her and stood up beside her. He looked
down at her in stunned silence – even after last night, the incredible voluptuousness of
her young naked body still took his breath away. His cock felt like a branding iron
inside his pants as it fought to free itself from his trousers and skewer this gorgeous
creature until she begged for mercy. She never took her eyes away for a second as he
took off his shirt and then began removing his pants. It was impossible for her to lie
completely still, and her legs opened and closed slowly, her upper thighs gently
massaging the hungry pink softness of her vaginal flesh. Oh damn, hurry up! Get your
clothes off and fuck me!
Now he was down to just his undershorts, and Bonnie felt her stomach tighten with
wicked anticipation as he pulled them down over his muscled thighs and his erect cock
shot out as if spring-loaded, popping to attention as it jutted eagerly from his hairy
pelvis. Oh, God, it's so big and thick! Hurry and get it in me, please!
Dan dropped to his knees and Bonnie felt a surge of readiness spill over her as she
prepared herself for his brutal entry. She knew it wouldn't hurt so much this time and,
with her eyes halfclosed, she was driving herself out of her mind just thinking how
good it was going to feel inside her. But Dan didn't crawl between her trembling, half
raised legs as she expected. Instead, he straddled her, one knee on each side of her, and
eased himself forward until his sinewy buttocks, dusted with a sprinkling of dark
curling hairs, brushed over her nakedly upthrust breasts. For a second, Bonnie did not
understand, but then it quickly hit her. She had heard that some people did it like this,
but she always imagined it was the whores and perverts, not people like her and Dan.
He wanted her to... to suck his cock! Just like she had been made to do last night with
King! God, would it always be like this? One big cock after another for her to suck and
lick!
"P-Please, Dan," she begged, "Couldn't we just... you know, couldn't you fuck me,
pplease?" Her voice was almost a whimper, and he could see the fear in her pale blue
eyes.
Christ, he was going to enjoy this. It was a helluva lot better when they were made to
do it! There was nothing that excited him quite as much as the thought of a goodlooking
woman helplessly begging him not to make her do it, and then being forced to
suck away on his cock like a pussy on a tit!
"No way, baby," he spat down at her venomously, already lost in that surge of
viciousness that overcomes such a man when he has a woman this way... naked and
helpless and bent to his will! "You're gonna suck my dick one way or another, so you
might as well get started. You do it right and we'll get along just fine, but if you stall
around, I'll have to get tough with you, understand?" His tone said he meant every
spiteful word of his threat, and Bonnie felt her chest tighten with fear at what he might
do to her if she refused him. "You sucked that goddamn dog's cock good enough, now
suck a real man's!" Bonnie took in every word of his command, her brain reeling at the
prospect of this act she would surely have to perform. God, she was fast becoming just
another slut... much worse than Melinda! What was happening to her?
Dan eased forward, his buttocks grinding lewdly over the tips of her firm breasts, until
the purplish head of his lust-distended organ just barely touched her trembling pink
lips. Bonnie turned her head away in unconcealed disgust. Her loins burned with the
flaming agonies of unanswered passion, but it seemed there was to be no relief in sight
for her. Dan was thinking only of himself, and of shoving his thick, fleshy cock down
her throat and filling her with his pungent jism. God, she wanted to be fucked so badly
and instead she was offered this.
He grabbed her head between his hands and spun it back around so that his proffered
penis again smeared across her soft moist lips, a sticky white trail of his oozing semen
painting her mouth obscenely. Her lips were still closed, and Dan found her tiny ears
with his hands and twisted them painfully until her lips began to part ever so slightly;
he wondered if he would have to get really rough with her before this was over. Some
girls were like that, he knew; they needed a bit of slapping around before they would
admit who was really boss. Dan liked this sexy young wench, but he knew he wouldn't
hesitate a second to bruise her up just a bit, not enough for the captain to see, if it came
to that. He looked down at the half-opened mouth there at the end of his immensely
rigid cock and he rocked his loins forward slowly so that the thick bulbous head slid
wetly over her lower lip and into the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth. He could feel
her tongue along the underside of his hardness, its soft pinkness stirred faintly beneath
his lustfully swollen cock.
Bonnie knew it was futile to resist now, he had come too far to be rebuffed, whatever
the cost. But there was something else that made her placid... her tongue absorbed the
first moist, pungent taste from his immense heaviness and relayed the sensations to her
brain. The taste was surprising, sort of half-sweet and sour at the same time, with a hint
of masculine strength underlying the exotic flavor. Mmmmmm, maybe this wouldn't be
so bad after all.
His hands were still at the sides of her head, but there was no pressure or pain there, as
Bonnie's ovaled lips tightly encircled the blood-filled flesh and her tongue began to
lasciviously swirl about the purplish knob at its tip. She felt his loins tense and heard
him moan above her, his head slightly back, as she fondly licked and sucked on the
heavy thickness of his cock. "Yeah, baby, that's it! Lick it like that! Lick all of it!" he
gasped through clenched teeth. He felt the grating of her tiny white teeth along the
bottom of his cock and the roughness of her pink tongue as it washed the rubbery flesh
of his desire-swollen organ. It seemed that every nerve in his cock was alive and
jumping, and every single movement of her soft tongue sent another chill of lustful
eagerness rippling through his naked, hair-covered loins.
He pumped down and into her mouth faster now, pushing hard against her struggling
lips so that the whole aching length of his immensely distended cock was shoved down
into the velvety confines of her constrictive throat passage. She gagged and choked at
his every skewering instroke, but she managed to relax her throat muscles enough to
keep from strangling, and finally she could accommodate him like a seasoned
professional.
Crushed roughly beneath the firm muscles of his buttocks, Dan Simmons could feel the
young teenager's soft nipples harden into excited eagerness and they shivered with the
rhythmic tremblings of her passion as he brushed over them. With every inward thrust
of his cock, his buttocks-cheeks contracted involuntarily, massaging salaciously the
fleshy orbs of her large breasts, and he felt the soft writhings of her nakedness 
beneath him.
Bonnie could barely grasp all of what was happening to her – it was all so new and
sudden. Twenty-four hours ago, she had been an innocent virgin, completely untried in
the mysterious ways of the male sex, and now look at her! Ravenously sucking this
man's wetly glistening cock like a hardened performer in a sex show. And God, it was
so big and long! Every time his hairy abdomen slapped against her nose and lips, the
menacing rubbery thing slid skeweringly down the sensitive channel of her delicate
pink throat passage. At first, sure that she would be choked to death and die from this
lascivious mouth-fucking up here on a hilltop, she had gasped and choked for that one
last breath on his every inward plunge; but gradually she had discovered, with her own
ingenuity, a means of relaxing the bruised muscles of her throat, and it was becoming
less and less painful with every ravishing thrust.
He would pull it almost out of her mouth now, out between her tightly-ovaled lips until
just the lust-swollen knob was between her tiny white teeth then begin that long
journey back into the warm shelter of her throat. It was achingly hard and stiff, but
somehow it managed to bend just enough when its rubbery purplish head bumped
against the back of her mouth to make its way down into her throat. And every time it
entered her this way, she would have to swallow or choke – and every skewering inthrust 
of his viciously swollen cock told her something instinctively: this flexing of her
throat muscles would quickly bring on the seething, viscous flood of his male semen.
Her young confused brain was swirling with strange and new emotions – exciting,
lustful sensations that she had not even know yesterday – now had seized control of
her naked, quivering teenage body; but she wasn't fighting back this time... she was
loving it, all of it! It was so new and forbidden and wicked, and it was all hers to enjoy.
God, she was a woman at last!
A shiver raced through her naked, sweat-moistened breasts as she felt the first pungent
beginnings of his orgasm, the advance trickle of moist, sticky semen that signaled the
onset of his climax – tiny droplets of the strong-tasting liquid seeped from the eye-like
slit in the end of his desire-swollen cock. Dan Simmons, kneeling over her and grinding
the bare cheeks of his buttocks against the warm softness of her crushed breasts
beneath him, took the purplish head of his cock and rubbed it over the naked blonde's
lips in a tight, lewd circle, leaving a moist sticky smear like a wet lipstick around her
mouth. Bonnie's eyes were closed, but she could taste the sharp-tasting discharge that
moistened her lips, and she licked it away with a throaty moan that signaled her full
and total surrender... she was lost! Anything he wanted of her was his for the asking...
anything!
Dan wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back the flood from his painfully
swollen testicles; his balls ached to be emptied, and. when he watched the lascivious
smear that encircled her tiny lips being licked away hungrily, it was all he could do to
clench his buttocks tightly together and agonizingly fight back the surging flood of
white-hot sperm that swelled in his balls... it would come any second now, but he
wanted to stretch this moment as long as he could.
"Don't stop now, honey!" he choked down at her. "Keep it up, baby, I'm almost there!
And don't stop when it starts to shoot in your mouth... keep sucking and swallowing
until it's empty."
He began the long slow homeward grind, holding her head tightly once again and
cramming every feverish inch of his blood-filled cock between the tiny taut oval of her
moistened lips. The sides of her velvety throat passage closed caressingly around the
fleshy shaft of his cock and milked it like a softly gloved hand. He felt the tell-tale
twitch in his loins that signaled the oncoming gush of viscous cum. He shoved his
skewering thrusts, savoring every single movement of his cock as he eased his mouth
fucking enough to feel the hot onrushing stream of sperm as it raced up from his
heavily-laden testicles and along the whole long length of his lustfully-hardened cock
until it reached the fleshy distended knob at the end. Here it comes!
"Aaaaaaghhhh!" He gasped loudly and emptied the long-held air from his lungs as his
swollen balls emptied their heated load into the naked teenager's clasping throat.
Bonnie sucked and swallowed voraciously, like an animal at the food trough. This total
and utter degradation was just what she wanted. She, craved it, hungered for it, and she
lusted for the very taste of his sweethot cum in her ravenously sucking mouth. Her
arms wrapped behind his bare buttocks and she pulled him even deeper into her throat
until Dan looked down at her wide-eyed with disbelief.
How could she take so much down her tiny pink throat without choking to death? But
she managed it all, every throbbing, fleshy inch, and she sucked and swallowed and
licked until there was not a drop of cum inside him and Dan pulled his rapidly
deflating cock from between her still nibbling lips and rolled off of her.
Gasping in huge lungfuls of air, he lay beside her on the wet grass, his chest heaving
convulsively as his heart pounded in his chest.
"Oh, baby, what a blow job!" he managed after a few seconds. "That was outa sight!
Wow, even I'm exhausted! I could just close my eyes and sleep here on this hilltop till
dawn, I'll bet."
But Bonnie had other ideas and the frenzied gnawing in her belly drove her to a
pinnacle of boldness she would not have dreamed possible even hours ago. Lifting
herself with trembling muscles, the naked young college girl rose to her knees and
deftly threw one leg over Dan's ; outstretched, immobile body. His arms were at his
sides and she pinned them next to his chest with the moist, supple flesh of her thighs.
"Hey, what the hell!" His eyes flew open suddenly and he looked up at Bonnie's young
nakedness crouched over him as his face mirrored his astonishment.
"Just don't move, Dan Simmons!" the young blonde girl nearly cried. "I have some
feelings, too, you know! You're not the only one who's turned on tonight, see? And if
you think I'm going to... to suck your... your cock and just run along home to bed,
you'd better think again! You ever heard of women's lib? Well, get ready, because it's
your turn now!"
Her cheeks were flushed with color and tears flowed wetly from her eyes, but she said
just what she wanted, though just the very sound of her voice seemed nasty and wicked.
The very words were so alien to her... words like cock. God, she'd have died of shame if
anyone had forced her to say it before. But she was changed now; a new, liberated
Bonnie. "C'mon, hurry up! I'm about to burn up inside. Hurry, lick me down there and
make this pain go away. Lick my hot cunt, hurry!"
Dan's bulging eyes were still wide with astonishment when the young naked blonde
suddenly thrust her lust-moistened cuntal softness forward and covered his half-opened
lips with the fervent fleshiness of her hotly quivering young pussy. He hesitated for a
moment from the sheer shock of what was happening, then he opened his lips and
slipped his tongue between them and into the hotly eager flesh of her quivering cuntal
dampness. A groan rippled up from the naked teenager's belly at the first shivering
contact of his tongue against her lustfully excited flesh, and she threw her head back,
her long blonde hair trailing almost to the clenched cheeks of her buttocks.
Her eyes were closed and she was drifting off into the private bliss of her sexual
deliverance. She moaned a soft soulful cry over and over again as his tongue and lips
lovingly caressed the soft inner pinkness of her widely splayed pussy-lips.
Moving his head backward and upward, Dan urged his tongue through the moist
furrow of her vagina, parting the soft sparse pubic curls as he laved upward toward the
shivering pearl of her tiny clitoris. Even in her aroused state, a fresh gasping cry of
ecstasy burst from her lungs as his tonguetip swept over the small hard bud and sent an
explosion of wildly erotic sensations blasting through her young naked body.
"Mmmmmmmm..."
She ground her loins down lasciviously at him, his face almost completely hidden
between her smooth white thighs; and he responded with a frantic devouring of her
cuntal treasures, his thick wet tongue swirling from side to side between the fleshy lips
of her vagina, pausing now and again to encircle the oily marble of her clitoris. She was
totally and shamelessly lost now, abandoned unhesitatingly to the jungle lusts that had
seized her like a witch-doctor's spell. It mattered not that hundreds of people were just
yards away down the hill. That her father and sister were so close by that they could
hear her should she scream... nothing mattered now but the wildly salacious pleasures
this young man's tongue was giving her. She seemed to be nothing but wickedly
aroused cunt from head to toe; all of her just a trembling mass of eager cuntal hunger.
Dan sensed quickly her wildly excited passion, and his lips fastened tightly on the pearl
like bulb of her tiny clitoris and he sucked on it ravenously until the very muscles of his
mouth ached from the lust-arousing movements of his lips and tongue. His teeth grazed
the insanely incited pink flesh of her clitoris, and Bonnie moaned and cried in
abandoned lust above him, until finally, with a soul-rending cry of ecstatic frenzy, she
threw her head savagely from side to side like an animal and screamed her orgasm into
the still mountain night.
Dan would later learn that her cry of sexual bliss had been heard as far away as the
guard tower nearest them but dismissed as the nocturnal howl of a mountain animal.
But Dan was oblivious to her shrieking passion, now, with his whole head between her
squirming girlish thighs. He felt her shuddering climax ripple through her flesh, and he
continued his furious sucking while his mouth drank in the wet, warm juices of her
orgiastic pleasure. He kept it up until he finally was forced to stop from sheer fatigue.
She pulled her sated, lustfully quivering cuntal softness away from his lips at long last,
and moments later, she was beside him on the cool earth, her naked breasts rearing in
the scant moonlight as she happily recovered from her full and total climax.
Dan was sweating profusely and aroused completely again from the vicarious
excitement of the teenage blonde's sexual frenzy, and he moved quickly to roll over
onto her still trembling body. Bonnie offered no resistance as he pushed her legs back
hard against her firm-nippled breasts, and she moaned eagerly as she felt the hot poker
like rigidity of his long, stiffened cock slide lubricious between the moistly beckoning,
pouting lips of her vagina.
"Mmmmmmm, yes, honey, fuck me now! Fuck me good with your big hard prick... yes,
yes!" And once again the quiet night was filled with their mingled cries.


Chapter 4

Dan and Bonnie stopped in the shadows just outside of the bright circle of light that
surrounded the captain's house. His arm was tightly around her waist and hers around
his. "Bonnie," he whispered into her ear softly. "Try to look as though nothing has
happened when you go inside. You've got a 'just been laid' look allover your face."
"Do I?" she said eagerly, her hand touching her cheek as though there were something
there she could rub away; but she soon saw his teeth shining through a wicked grin,
and she responded with a playful poke in the kidneys.
"Don't worry about me," she said. "I'm learning quickly... I won't give us away. But
you'd better remember to keep that big thing down or Daddy'll know for sure." Her
tiny hand patted affectionately the still-hard hump inside his pants leg; she felt him
shiver at her touch and was amazed to feel the dormant bulge swell and jump. Her
heart stirred at the awareness of what just her simple touch could do to a man. It was
like learning you possessed a secret power, something you'd had for years but never
used!
"All right, I'll remember. But no more grabbing like that or I'll rip your clothes off right
there in the captain's living room!"
"Mmmmm, would you really?" she purred teasingly, her breasts brushing arousingly
against his bare arm.
Dan pushed her away firmly but gently. "Come on, let's get inside before we get in
trouble!"
They climbed the steps to the captain's brightly-lighted front door, and Dan paused
before touching his fingertip to the bell; something cold and ominous passed over him
like a gust of wind straight from the underworld like a cat, he felt the tiny hairs of the
back of his neck stiffen and prickle into his flesh.
Bonnie noticed his sudden change, the look of fear that had so mysteriously swept over
his face. "Dan... what's wrong? Are you sick or something?" she asked anxiously, for his
skin was grayish and his look, the look of death. She saw his eyes widen and his mouth
open as if caught in a silent scream... and then she knew. She saw it, too, now... the
specter of death. But hers was coming from the opposite direction and was moving in
behind Dan. She wanted badly to scream, to cry out, but the sound only hung in her
throat like a piece of bad meat.
"Don't move or make a single sound... or you're both dead motherfuckers!" The words
weren't spoken, but hissed venomously like the voice of a snake, and Bonnie dared not
turn her head to see who or what was behind her. Another gray-clad man was at Dan's
back, and then, suddenly, his hairy, muscled forearm was around her lover's throat and
the horrifying truth of it all descended on her like a load of cement. They were convicts
from the camp! This was an escape!
Carlton held the revolver, as he had since he took it from its hiding place near the cave,
and though he was at Bonnie's back, he was careful to let the young man see that it was
indeed a .38 and it was loaded. "Ring the bell, honey," he growled in Bonnie's ear.
"And remember, one funny move and I'll blow a new hole in your pretty little ass!"
The teenager tremblingly stretched her arm out and touched the doorbell as if it were
electrified. From inside came the clanging of the bell and the sound of footsteps on the
hardwood floor of the hallway. Carlton glanced around anxiously at Tillman standing
behind him in the shadows. He felt confident that Louie could take care of himself and
hold up his share of the load, but he was far from sure about Tillman.
"C'mon, Tillie, get ready to follow me. And keep looking around to make sure no
guards are coming this way!" He looked speculatively one last time at the darkened gun
towers. Night-shift guards armed with high-powered rifles were in each one, but it was
unlikely they would be looking this way. Nevertheless, if one should by chance spot
them before they had Carla and were out of here, Carlton was well prepared to shoot
his way out if he had to.
Suddenly, the door opened and Louie pushed his prisoner closer to Bonnie and Carlton.
He had expected the captain, or maybe the old housekeeper, but what he saw was a
surprise. It was Carla herself! The uniformed blonde woman was frozen in shock for a
moment, and then her mouth opened, and she gasped loudly in genuine amazement.
"Carlton! My God, it is you?"
The older convict reached around Bonnie and pushed the door open fully until it
banged noisily against the wall behind it. With one swift movement of his well-muscled
body, he shoved his young blonde hostage through the doorway so forcefully that she
stumbled over the sill and tumbled, sprawling, onto the hallway floor. Louie followed
his leader's example and gave Dan a push with his upraised knee from behind that sent
him down onto the floor near Bonnie. All of this happened in less than a second,
almost before the last sounds of Carla's astonished exclamation had left her throat.
Carla was pushed aside more gently, but still Carlton knew he had no time for the
social amenities now. That cry of Carla's may have alerted Captain Parker, and he had
to get to him before he sounded the alarm and had this place surrounded with armed
men and flooded with tear gas.
Stepping broadly to clear Bonnie's prone body, Carlton raced for the closed door on his
right, correctly guessing that it was the captain's study. The Old Man's late-night habits
were common knowledge at Athens Farm, nothing being too sacred or too innocuous
for the prison grapevine, and this was one time the gossip came in handy for Carlton
and his convict confederates. With the sole of his heavy prison-issue brogan, Carlton
kicked the door with all the strength in his leg and it burst free of the flimsy latch and
flew open with a deafening clatter as something behind it was knocked askew.
He dropped to a half-crouch as it opened and leaped to one side just inside the door,
his gun aimed carefully and steadily for the chest of the man who stood behind the
desk opposite the door. The captain was in his robe, a pipe in one hand and his other
clamped around the receiver of the desk phone, a straight line to the night operator that
could bring twenty-five men running with only a shouted word of alarm.
"Take your hand away, Captain, or I'll shoot," Carlton said softly but deliberately. He
did not know yet if there was anyone else in the house, and there was no point in
further commotion that might mean trouble. "Just pull your hand away and keep both
of them nice and high. Move around to this side of the desk real slow-like,
understand?" The police-style revolver was aimed at his heart, and Captain Parker could
see the silvery tips of the bullets that filled the cylinder. He knew there was nothing to
do but obey and hope for the best. And pray, dear God, how he would pray that
nothing had happened to his daughters!
Just at that moment, Louie stuck his head and shoulders through the doorway and
advised Carlton that there was no one else in the house but the captain's housekeeper
and his other daughter. "Good... get everyone into that front room there and be sure
the shades are pulled tightly. And send Tillie to cut that clothesline out back and bring
it in. We'll need it to tie 'em up." And then, to the captain; "Get out here in the hall,
Cap'n!" His voice was louder and more menacing now and Amos Parker's heart sank as
he realized he and his family were in the hands of a ruthless and savage animal!
"You'll never get away with this! Surely you have enough good sense to know that an
escape is futile. Just because we didn't catch you already is no guarantee that you'll
make good your escape in the end. Wherever you go, the law will be looking for you!"
declared the captain firmly.
"Shut up, ol' man, and get moving! I've listened to enough of your shit for too long
now, and I don't aim to hear anymore tonight. You keep your fuckin' mouth shut and
speak when you're told to, understand?"
Carla was still standing near the door when Carlton backed cautiously into the hallway.
"Carlton, h-how..."
"Quiet, don't say nothing'! Not one word until we're all out of here, woman!" he
barked at her. She was more confused than ever now, but she knew her husband too
well t0 argue with him – if he said be quiet, then quiet it would be.
"Get by the window in the front room and look out for anyone coming. Don't let
yourself be seen, but keep a good watch. And don't say another word, hear?"
Carla nodded meekly and scurried to the living-room window to assume her lookout.
None of this was making any sense, none of it! Where did Carlton come from after all
these years? Was he here at Athens Prison Farm all along? She hadn't heard anything
since he was sent up and now here he was, big as life, and carrying a gun!
"Tillie, where the hell are you with that rope?" Carlton asked of no one in particular;
but as if he had heart, the skinny Tennessee boy hurried in' with enough clothesline to
tie an army. "Good work, Tillie... you and Louie get started tying up the kid and good
01' Captain Parker. No, wait; first you'd better find some cloth, maybe some socks or
towels; we'll have to gag 'em so they don't bring the whole friggin' camp down on us
before we can get out of here."
"It's truly hopeless, you know. You'll be cut to shreds if you're spotted." Captain
Parker, smaller and less imposing. out of uniform, was standing beside his daughters –
Bonnie still in shock from the sudden attack that had greeted her at the front door, and
Melinda, barefoot, in jeans and a blouse, standing where the younger convict they
called Louie had told her to stay just moments ago when he ordered her from the guest
bedroom.
"I told you once to shut up, old man, and I don't aim to tell you again! And anyway,
you're wrong this time, motherfucker. If there's any shooting, you'll be the one wearing
black!"
It took only a second for the words to sink in... hostages 1 "Surely you aren't planning
to..." He stopped, lest his words give them ideas.
"Yeah, we're taking your daughters to make sure you don't put no dogs on our trail. I
can hear a hound barking a mile off, and if I hear one closing in on us, your sweet little
girls are gonna get it first... right in the head! So just behave yourself, Cap'n, and maybe
you'll get your family back in one piece!"
"Animal! Swine! How could you do such a thing? I've always treated you men fairly.
You've had nothing but the best of treatment from me, and this is how you repay me!"
Carlton stepped toward the old man with blinding speed. "I don't owe you nothin', you
rotten bastard, nothing'!" And his gun hand swept down across the gray-haired man's
face in a powerful crashing blow that knocked him to look out for anyone coming.
Don't let yourself be seen, but keep a good watch. And don't say another word, hear?"
Carla nodded meekly and scurried to the living-room window to assume her lookout.
None of this was making any sense, none of it! Where did Carlton come from after all
these years? Was he here at Athens Prison Farm all along? She hadn't heard anything
since he was sent up and now here he was, big as life, and carrying a gun!
"Tillie, where the hell are you with that rope?" Carlton asked of no one in particular;
but as if he had heart, the skinny Tennessee boy hurried in' with enough clothesline to
tie an army. "Good work, Tillie... you and Louie get started tying up the kid and good
ol' Captain Parker. No, wait; first you'd better find some cloth, maybe some socks or
towels; we'll have to gag 'em so they don't bring the whole friggin' camp down on us
before we can get out of here."
"It's truly hopeless, you know. You'll be cut to shreds if you're spotted." Captain
Parker, smaller and less imposing out of uniform, was standing beside his daughters –
Bonnie still in shock from the sudden attack that had greeted her at the front door, and
Melinda, barefoot, in jeans and a blouse, standing where the younger convict they
called Louie had told her to stay just moments ago when he ordered her from the guest
bedroom.
"I told you once to shut up, old man, and I don't aim to tell you again! And anyway,
you're wrong this time, motherfucker. If there's any shooting, you'll be the one wearing
black!"
It took only a second for the words to sink in... hostages! "Surely you aren't planning
to..." He stopped, lest his words give them ideas.
"Yeah, we're taking your daughters to make sure you don't put no dogs on our trail. I
can hear a hound barking a mile off, and if I hear one closing in on us, your sweet little
girls are gonna get it first... right in the head! So just behave yourself, Cap'n, and maybe
you'll get your family back in one piece!"
"Animal! Swine! How could you do such a thing? I've always treated you men fairly.
You've had nothing but the best of treatment from me, and this is how you repay me!"
Carlton stepped toward the old man with blinding speed. "I don't owe you nothin', you
rotten bastard, nothing'!" And his gun hand swept down across the gray-haired man's
face in a powerful crashing blow that knocked him to his knees, blood streaming from
his mouth.
"Father!" Bonnie hurried to his side, mindless of the gunman's orders to stay put.
Carlton started to say something to her, but thought better of it and turned his
attention to finishing up here and getting under way. Carla was still by the window,
nervously peering through the glass and stealing a peek at the violent commotion
behind her. At least she was following orders and keeping her mouth shut, he thought.
No use giving the captain a lot of information that might help him later. He didn't have
any way of knowing Carla was his wife, and Carlton wanted it to stay that way. This
would keep 'em guessing... a convict on the run breaking back into prison to steal away
some cunt! This'd be one for the books!
Bonnie had found a handkerchief from somewhere and dabbed away the blood from
her father's lips; the cut was only superficial and the old man was quickly on his feet
once again. But the spirit seemed to have been knocked out of him – he had aged a
decade since Carlton's cruel blow, and his eyes, proud and forceful a moment ago, were
hollow with fear and bewilderment. Why were they doing this to him; why?
"Louie, get the captain tied up. Tillie, you tie up the kid there. And then gag 'em good
and tight so they won't be making any noise." He looked toward Agnes, the
housekeeper, who had obediently remained out of the way in a corner of the living
room. "How about you, woman? You wanna' stay here or make a run for it? We ain't
got room for you with us but you can take off now through the woods if you want."
Agnes laughed out loud in her shrill, cackling way. "Land's sakes, boys, you'd think I
hadn't had a million chances to run off since I been here at Athens Farm! No, you just
be on your way... but I don't like what you're doing, taking those girls. It just ain't fair
bringin' them into it, they ain't harmed nobody. It just don't seem right."
Carlton's eyes flickered for an instant with something fierce and ruthless, but his lips
curled into a tiny smile. "Don't you worry none, old woman. Nothing's gonna happen
to these girls if the captain here does as he's told! Louie, tie her up with the other two
and let's get going!"
Louie stepped up behind the captain and pushed down on his frail shoulders. "On the
floor, Parker! Flat on your belly!" This time the elderly man obeyed without hesitation
and in only a few minutes, he was tied hand and foot and gagged with a doubled
pillowcase. Carlton kneeled beside him and put the barrel of the revolver up against his
temple.
"N-No, Carlton, p-please!" shrieked Carla. "Don't shoot him!"
"I told you to shut up, woman! Not another word!" He glared down at the captain.
"Remember, no dogs or the girls get it first. I know you'll get loose pretty soon and
you'll be after us with all you've got, but just keep thinking of this gun and don't forget
the first two slugs are going into your daughters! All right, Louie... Tillman... let's get
the show on the road! There's another gun in the captain's study and maybe a pistol in
his desk. Take a look and bring what you find. Oh, and Louie, pull that phone out of
the wall. Hurry up, let's get moving!"


Chapter 5

Carlton Lee's thoroughness and planning, ironically, proved to be his own undoing. For
when Louie yanked violently at the telephone cord, and the wires ripped noisily from
the wallmounted terminal box, a bright flashing light suddenly began to pulse a few
hundred yards away; and a grating, clanging noise filled the tiny smoke-filled room
where Ernie Garrett sat dozing in front of the wire-cluttered switchboard that was the
nerve center for the whole prison. Athens Farm might have looked like a turn-of-the
century penal institution to the casual observer, but no expense had been spared by the
state authorities when it came to the electronics needed for rapid and efficient
communications and alarm. Just one of the many offerings of the Mark Seven DayNight 
Communicator was an integral alarm system that was triggered instantly
whenever there was a break within the complex camp system of internal
communications. And then the telephone wires left their soldered terminals there in the
Captain's office, the alarm was sounded and Ernie Garrett, for once, found something
to break the long nighttime boredom that was a part of his job as nightshift
communications officer, or switchboard operator, as everyone called him in deference to
the old days when the job was less complicated.
Ernie looked at the flashing red light for a few seconds before he remembered what it
was he was supposed to do. This was the first time they had experienced a "disconnect"
emergency, and the chubby career prison employee was forced to search his limited
memory to recall the correct procedure. Brightness was not one of Garrett's strong
point. Ernie was the first of the Garrett's to "make it big" with a night-shift job most of
the men at Athens Farm would have quit over had they had been doled the assignment.
Disconnect... disconnect... the guard sergeant on duty! That's right, I call the guard
sergeant!
Sergeant Allen Brute Yates, Al to all his men, proved to be far more efficient, and at the
first word from communications, Al Yates was on his way to the captain's house on the
run, followed by his three fellow poker-players, all of them jarred to a razor-edge pitch
by Ernie's alarm. Probably it was just an equipment malfunction – maybe the captain
himself had accidentally broken the connection with his foot. But one could not be too
careful. Not with human lives possibly at stake.
This was Al Yates' last night before his two day weekend; he was looking forward to a
nice, lazy morning because he'd promised for weeks to take his son fishing up on the
French Broad River. Of course, he knew he'd get only a couple of hours sleep before
little Allen was dressed and ready with cane pole in hand, but it would be worth it.
Working the night shift like this, he got so little time alone with his wife and son that
the days off were something to look forward to. It would be a rare respite from the
work he had made his life – ninety-nine percent exhausting boredom, and one percent
sheer terror. Sergeant Allen Yates, thirty-seven years old, a veteran of eleven years with
the Prison Department, could not have known it, but this night was destined to be part
of that one percent.
Not far from the captain's house, as the crow flies, a muscular, heavy-boned German
shepherd stood, ears pointedly erect, all his keen senses attuned to the strange noises
that had stirred him from his deep, relaxed sleep. King usually kept an ear out for
anything unusual from the two new human females, his attention was especially keen.
Those two were an enigma to the virile dog, particularly the younger one with the
golden hair. Many dozens of human females had been to his kennel compound here
since the very first one years ago taught him that pleasurable things could be done with
human females as well as with those of his own kind.
In fact, King much preferred the soft, hairless variety now to the motley mixed-breed
bitches that abounded at Athens Farm. But those humans from the prison had all been
alike until now, all as one had come to him for sexual pleasures, for gratification just
like an other anxious, itchy bitch in heat. But not the blonde new one who did not wear
the blue cloth of the others and who lived, not inside the wire like the rest, but in the
Old Man's dwelling! This was all strange and confusing to King. For until now, his
dalliances had been secretive and furtive, hurried affairs conducted under cover of
darkness with whatever female came to his kennel from the prison compound. But with
this new one, it was inside the Old Man's house, and with others present!
The dark-haired girl, he liked, of course, but she reminded him of all the others – hotly
eager for his masculine gifts. But the blonde – she was somehow more fragile and,
well... loving. Their lovemaking last night had been less pure physical sex and far more
of something else... something the uncannily bright German shepherd could not quite
grasp yet, though he thought of it constantly. He did not know why yet, but something
in his keen, sensitive intellect told him to stay close to this new and different human.
To protect and defend her as his own.
It had been a muffled human female cry that attracted his attention at first, and when
he roused from his peaceful slumber filled with fleeting dreams of his golden-haired
beauty, he looked in the direction of the sound. He stayed awake, then, and followed
Bonnie and Dan with his keen vision. Later, he saw a frantic movement of men at the
Old Man's door. Men dressed as the ones who worked and lived behind high wire
fences just below him in the valley. Just that would have been enough to bring him to
razor-keen alertness, for those men were never allowed out on their own. A few of them
with black skins and -white uniforms tracked back and forth outside the fences, but not
the ones with the other uniforms. Something was wrong... dead wrong. And King
sensed it immediately in his bones. And there, like a nearly-dead coal suddenly fanned
to life, was the sudden and painful dread in his animal-brain that something was
threatening his new love. She lived in that house and there was trouble there... trouble
that meant King should quickly be there, too.
Effortlessly, he opened the latch of his enclosure as he had a thousand times before, and
in a flash he was bounding anxiously across the long empty space between him and the
Old Man's front door, driven by fear and instinct to protect the girl who had made such
an impression on him.
Al Yates, with his three men close on his heels, was less than ten yards from the side of
Captain Parker's house when he saw the back door suddenly fly open, and as he halted
instinctively and dropped to one knee, he saw the captain's two daughters suddenly
rush from inside as if they had been fired through the doorway. For an instant – one
precious instant – he hesitated before drawing his service issue .358 Magnum from its
leather belt-holster. And in that brief instant, Carlton Lee was through the doorway,
crouched at the edge of the building and gun at the ready. The two girls and one of the
female inmates were being pushed out of sight and up toward the forest by two men he
immediately recognized as Lee's fellow escapees. His heart in his throat, Sergeant Yates
went for his revolver as his men scattered behind him and did the same, but the gun
never left leather. Carlton Lee squeezed off two easy shots from the gun in his hand,
and both of them exploded dead-on. Two tiny dark spots marked AI's heart on his blue
uniform shirt and a much larger, redder one spread quickly across his back before he
fell, crumpled, on the grass.
The other men were tightly hugging the ground, lacking cover, and a quick volley of
shots thundered in the quiet night as Carlton ducked behind the Parker house, but they
were not to be offered revenge so easily. Seconds passed, more seconds, and still no
answering fire from the convict's easy defended position Cautiously, fearfully, they
edged forward, the first man pausing to gape disbelievingly at Al Yates' mortal wounds,
still no sign of Lee In a few more seconds' time, they reached the edge of the house and
could see that the gunman was gone, vanished into the pitch black forest along with the
others
Billie Bob Ledbetter, first to edge around the backside of the house, hurried inside, half
expecting to find the captain dead in his own blood, but instead stumbled on Parker,
Dan Simmons and the captain's housekeeper Agnes all tied and securely gagged in the
living room For a moment, a heart stopping instant, he thought they were dead, but
there was a frantic movement from all of them when they heard his footsteps and soon
they were free of their bonds, and they all began to talk at once
My girls they have my girls with them! No more shooting... tell the men to hold their
fire shouted the aging captain Guard Ledbetter did his best to calm the old man down
lest his heart give out.
There's nobody to shoot at, Cap'n he said in his lilting country accent They got clean
away. But Sergeant Al wasn't so lucky as the rest of us... he's dead, Cap'n Shot plumb
through the heart.
Helped to his feet, Captain Amos Parker quickly recovered his composure and assumed
the burden of command that was always his and his alone Dan, get hold of the
Highway Patrol. Lieutenant Jenkins... and tell them to put the roadblocks back in
position They have the descriptions already of Lee and the other two But them no
shooting. Bonnie and Melinda are with them." He spoke to Dan as if the young man
had not seen it all as well, but Dan nodded affirmatively and hurried to the captain's
study to use the phone before he realized it was useless, and he'd have to go to the
communications shack instead This sort of thing was not his line he was not a guard,
after all, but a civilian employee But Dan would never have dreamed of questioning the
captain's orders, whatever they were.
Captain Parker walked outside and surveyed his lawn like a general assessing the field
of battle, mentally tallying the damage. It looked like a clear victory for the other side,
for they walked away without a scratch and took both his precious daughters with
them. And, of course, there was Al Yates. He hated to even look at Sergeant Yates'
body, but that too was part of the weight of command, and he dragged himself over to
where the man lay sprawled, obscene with death.
"Cover him up!" he ordered no one in particular, and looked down at the scattered
groups of men racing up from the camp below. Lights were on all over, at the various
houses where guards had been asleep with their families. Wives and children would be
awake now, anxious with dread... probably Mrs. Yates, was asking herself right now,
"Could it have been Al? Oh, dear God, no, not Al!" And he would have to face her very
soon and tell her that her husband would not be coming home again.
"Shall I get the dogs, Cap'n?" It was Billie Bob Ledbetter, still holding his gun in his
hand.
"No, no dogs... they'll kill my girls if they heard the dogs on the scent."
"We could muzzle 'em, Cap'n," he said enthusiastically, but he already knew what the
answer would be to that. Those dogs could be muzzled, harnessed and gagged and a
man on the run at night could still hear them coming.
"No, it won't work. Besides, we can't risk getting too close anyway." He shook his head
forlornly from side to side, his eyes still on Sergeant Yates' immobile body. "We'll just
have to hope the Highway Patrol has better luck this time. With their road blocks. We
can't risk the dogs and that's that. I don't have any doubt that Lee meant what he said.
There was hate in his eyes tonight. Real hate... and I think he'd really shoot down
Melinda and Bonnie if we closed in on him. We'll just have to play this one by ear. I
need some time to think. I'm getting an idea but I need to work on it. It might just be
the answer."
Ledbetter seemed to be searching for something, and his actions caught the captain's
eye as the rest of the night shift, sprinkled with a few off-duty men in pajamas and
robes, gathered in a tight-knit semi-circle around the captain's porch. None of them
ventured too close to the dead man's body. It was as if they felt that whatever killed
him was contagious... and none of these men wanted to leave windows and orphans for
tomorrow's breakfast. "What're you looking for, Billie Bob?" he said with a trace of
irritation.
"That damn dog. Y'know, it's sure funny. He was here when the shooting started. I
remember seeing him outa the corner of my eye. But he's damn sure disappeared now...
vanished into thin air! It's sure funny, Cap'n! Where'd he up and go?"
Captain Parker barely looked at the man. Dogs vanishing into thin air indeed! A dead
man lying there, my only children kidnapped by a trio of murderers and thieves and
this simpleton worries about some damn mongrel dog! God help me if all my men were
this stupid!


Chapter 6

It was less than a mile to the crest of the cut over pine ridge where Carlton's brother
had left the car. Louie and Tillman followed him unhesitatingly along the narrow,
overgrown trail that climbed steeply up from the Farm valley until they were at least a
thousand feet higher in elevation. He seemed to know the way by instinct – it was
uncanny how he kept them on the trail, their only light the scant, filtered moonlight
that fell through the pine trees. Fortunately, the undergrowth was relatively thin, as this
section of state-owned land had been cut over for lumber right after World War Two,
and the second-growth trees had stifled the growth of most of the lesser vegetation.
When they reached the car, backed into the dead-end gully of an abandoned logging
rut, it became obvious to everyone that Carlton's main tactic was nothing more than
damn good luck. The auto, while well-hidden, could have been discovered a dozen
times by the gun-and-dog crews that scoured these hills following their escape – their
only salvation had been their direction of travel. Horse-mounted guards on duty had
seen them heading west through the forest, and the car lay east of Athens Farm.
Carlton seemed scarcely winded from the long, uphill climb, though the girls and his
two fellow cons were gasping so vigorously for breath that they could not have spoken
more than a couple of words even if Carlton had given them permission to do so. That
had been his first command – absolute silence until they were safely away from the
prison. He still was not certain that the captain would heed his advice about not
following them; even now there could be a posse of heavily armed guards and sharp
shooters hot on their tails. Carlton had heard about some of those new weapons
developed for the Vietnam war-rifles with "snooperscopes" that could see in the dark.
And long-range listening devices that could detect a man's movement hundreds of yards
away. Maybe, just maybe, the prison authorities could get their hands on weapons like
these. Perhaps they already possessed them. So extreme caution was the name of the
game... disconnecting those telephone wires had been a stupid mistake. Lee was already
convinced that the circuit-break triggered the alarm and brought that god damn
sergeant down on them out of nowhere. He was determined not to slip-up like that
again.
The car was a rusting, battered relic barely salvaged from the wrecking yard, but it
looked like a limousine to the three convicts. All of them were ordered to wait in the
car while Carlton, taking a flashlight he had retrieved from the car's trunk, disappeared
into the forest, to return a few minutes later with the auto's battery and ignition keys,
now removed from their hiding place exactly where his faithful brother had promised
they would be.
This was the first time Melinda and Bonnie had had time to be really scared – until
now it was like some unreal fantasy, a drug-induced nightmare, perhaps. They had been
in shock before, but now they knew the meaning of real fear. Not fear like hearing a
sound in the night and not knowing where it came from. Nor fear like the expectation
of failing in school and being kicked out without a degree. No, this was gut fear... a
tearing, gnawing, kicking pain that tore at their insides and threatened to eat them alive
from within. This was the fear of death itself, for the smell' of death was all around
them, and neither of them doubted for an instant that Carlton and the other men
would kill them if they failed to do as ordered. And right now, that meant absolute
silence, not a whisper.
Bonnie could not help noticing that Carla seemed as afraid for her life as they were, yet
she had also heard the one called Tillie refer to her as Carlton's wife. Carlton had
turned on him instantly and ordered him to shut up, but he had already let it slip. At
least it made some sense now – Carla was the convict's wife and he had come to break
her out of prison with him. But why was she so frightened? There was the persistent
thought in Bonnie's mind that Carla knew something they did not. Dear God, if she
was scared of him, where did that leave them? After a few unsuccessful attempts, the
aging sedan cranked into wheezing life and, with only parking light's switched on,
Carlton eased the car into low gear and began the long, arduous journey that would
keep them occupied until the first grey light of dawn. His eerie knowledge of this
seemingly limitless maze of abandoned logging roads, wagon ruts and what could
hardly be more than cattle runs kept everyone in the car spellbound as Carlton wound
deeper and deeper into the virgin pine forest. Twice he had to stop and order Louie and
Tillman to clear fallen growth from their path, forcing them to work with scarcely
enough light to see, as he steadfastly refused to use the headlights. It was not until they
had almost reached their destination, never having once crossed anything even remotely
resembling a highway, that the others in the car, including the hostage Parker girls,
realized that every turn was marked unobtrusively with a pair of hacked-off limbs
missing from the closest tree. This whole route was laid out for him! Someone had
carefully axed a well-marked trail for him that was leading them somewhere. But
where?
The last few miles was almost constantly uphill, the straining old automobile grinding
upward along a deeply-rutted logging trail that scraped against the bottom of their
vehicle. It was easy to see that a more modern car would not be able to negotiate this
ancient, unused track – this was a trail for four-wheel-drive vehicles. The surrounding
vegetation seemed to thicken, and in the first dim grey of the last hour before dawn, the
occupants of the auto could see that their "road" was practically a tunnel – heavy,
impenetrable rhododendron and mountain laurel thickets closed in tightly around the
car and at times both sides were being squeezed between the branches as if in the
clutches of some carnivorous flora. Often nothing could be seen from the car's windows
except a few feet of rocky, weed-choked trail just ahead of their tiny parking lights, as
the heavy, black-green rhododendron leaves effectively blocked everything else.
And then suddenly, there it was... a tiny, crumbling log cabin that looked old enough to
have been built by one of the Boones. It appeared like an apparition there at the end of
the "tunnel", and as they edged closer, Carlton took his revolver from his belt and
slipped it into his left hand, resting his forearm on the window opening of the sedan.
Then, for the first time, he switched on the car's high beams and the tiny cabin was
suddenly bathed in light.
"Louie, cover me. If you hear any shooting, you know what to do." He glanced
ominously at the Parker sisters huddled in the back seat and Bonnie felt a shiver of
impending doom race along her spine. Pulling the hand-brake securely, the convict
leader opened his door and slipped into the thinner brush beside the car and
disappeared. For a few minutes, there was scarcely any sound at all, just an occasional
twig snapping or the swishing noise of limbs flying back into place. And then he
reappeared at the opposite side, gun still firmly in hand, his thumb easing the hammer
back down.
"It's all right... no sign of anybody. There's a note from my brother and the rest of the
stuff he was supposed to leave. C'mon, everybody inside." He handed Louie the
flashlight and directed him to follow close behind the two young hostages, and then
when everybody had reached the tiny porch of the cabin, he switched off the lights and
followed. He stopped dead-still less than halfway to the cabin door and dropped flat
against the dirt as the sound of something in the brush caught his ear. "Louie...
Louie..." He was whispering as loud as he dared. "Leave Tillie to guard the hostages and
bring me the flashlight... turned off."
The dark-haired younger convict gave Bonnie and Melinda a vicious shove into the
barelyilluminated interior of the cabin. "Watch 'em, Tillie," he said quietly, leaving him
there with the three women and the rifle taken from the captain's study. There was
hardly any light inside at all, just the faintness of gray pre-dawn that spilled through the
doorway and window openings – small paneless breaks in the crumbling long walls.
Louie crawled out to where his friend lay motionless in the wet grass and handed him
the flashlight. "If there's anybody out there when I switch this on, start shooting... don't
wait to see who it is," he whispered. "And move away from me... we'll make a harder
target."
Carlton turned the six-cell flashlight on and swept the roadway and the brush on either
side. There was nothing at first and then the golden flicker of a pair of eyes close to the
ground and an alarmed rustling as some nocturnal creature beat a hasty retreat. "All
clear... I didn't think anyone, some fuckin' animal... a 'coon maybe or a fox. Come on,
let's get inside. This place is gonna be home for a few days until the heat dies down so
we might as well break it in. What'ya say?" Louie was puzzled for a moment, but then
he saw the yellowish grin on the older convict's grizzled face and he broke out
laughing. "Yeah, baby, it's been a long time... too long!"

* * *

Startled by the sudden burst of artificial light, the great beast had lunged sideways to
hide himself from the humans in a thicket of dense, fragrant mountain laurel. Not a
moment too soon, as that harsh beam of man-made light swept over the very spot
where he had been standing a splitsecond before. King was alone here in this alien
woods, far from his customary trails and fields, but he had come with a mission. His
journey had been an arduous, punishing trial, a night-long trek across strange-smelling
terrain, along rocky, overgrown paths that cut and bruised his tender footpads. But he
had succeeded... he had followed these evil humans who carried fire-shooting weapons
and who had somehow brought fear and pain to his female loves, to Bonnie and
Melinda.
He thought he recognized the other human female with them, but that would have to
wait until he was closer for a better sniff. All that mattered for now was that these cruel
humans somehow had forced his girl friends along with them, and he knew, from the
inbred characteristics of his species, what his duty was and that he must undertake to
fulfill it... whatever the price. King knew only too well the awesome power of those
shooting-sticks, but he would wait and watch until he could make his move – and then
he would do it with all the vicious, snarling strength of his well-muscled body. He
would rescue his friends or die trying!

* * *

The interior of the cabin was divided into two rooms of nearly equal size by a center
wall that reached only to the first slanting rough-cut planks of the roof. What had once
been a snug, simple home for the owners of this long abandoned farm, probably a
government homestead, was now a ramshackle ruin, near collapse. The floor,
constructed of heavy hand-hewn planks, trembled and sagged underfoot, and the chilly
pre-dawn breeze sifted through countless gaps in the mudplaster chinking. Nothing
resembling furniture was extant, though a couple of knee-high log sections had been
turned on end by some former occupant, perhaps a hunter combing these empty
wilderness hills for deer or maybe some tramp restlessly on the move, though it seemed
unlikely anyone could have stumbled by accident on this abandoned homestead, so
deeply was it hidden in the Appalachians.
The main room, the one they all stood in now had apparently been the focus of family
activity, and various notched pegs protruding from the log walls next to the stone
fireplace, as well as signs of once-hung shelving and cupboards, indicated that the
cooking and heating came from this one heat source; otherwise, cutting enough
firewood in these mile-high mountains for the long snowed-in winter would have been
more than anyone family could have handled. Above their heads, in the rafters, could
be seen the rotted remnants of a sleeping loft, probably for the family's children, and
when Carlton flashed his light upward to inspect the beams, there was a frenzied
scurrying of tiny feet as the loft's current occupants rushed for cover. Carlton seemed to
be searching for something, as he inspected every nook and cranny of the old cabin
without a word to the others. No one dared speak until he had given the word. Tillman
and the girls still did not know what it was that had caused such a commotion outside.
Neither of the other men had said anything since they came in.
"Yeah, there it is... just like my brother promised!" There, hidden away in a dusty
comer and covered over haphazardly with bits of fallen timbers and a fine layer of dirt
and dust, was an Army-style canvas duffel bag, tied tightly with cord. Carlton hurried
over to it and fumbled nervously with the knot.
"Your brother sure knows what he's doing, Carlton," Louie said admiringly. "He's been
right on the button with everything so far."
"Yeah, he's an all-right kid. And besides, he knows I'd break his neck if he fucked me
up on this!"
"What's in the bag, Carlton?" the uniformed blonde girl With the close-cropped
regulation style hair asked in a soft, unsure voice. It was almost the first time she had
spoken since their departure from Athens Farm.
"Supplies, Carla... food, some more clothes, money. Lots of nice things. I had a little
money stashed away and my brother promised to put it to good use. Of course, none of
this stuff can be traced back to him. He's got a nice job in... well, never mind where.
But he's one helluva brother."
"Carlton... aren't you even going to ask me how it's been these long years? Don't you
want to know? I mean, you just walk in and snatch me out of the captain's house like it
was only yesterday we saw each other last! Don't you think I've got some feeling,
Carlton? Don't you?"
The muscular convict spun and lashed out with his free hand all in one graceful
movement. If it had not been for the viciousness of this unwarranted assault, you might
have called his fluid motions graceful. "Shut up! I'll talk to you about all that shit when
I'm good and ready... and not with a roomful of witnesses!"
Carla staggered backward from the force of the sudden blow across her cheek, but
amazingly, she remained on her feet. Clearly, there was hidden strength in this lithe
young woman.
"A-all right... but let's make it soon, Carlton. We've got a lot to talk about."
But Carlton Lee did not even hear her last words, for he had found what he was
rummaging for in the well-packed duffel bag and he lifted it above his head with a
jubilant cry of discovery. "Here's the booze, boys! Jack Daniels, the best there is!"
Tillman let out a rebel-yell that shook the rafters and was greeted by a renewed
scuffling of tiny mouse-feet above their heads. "Goddamn, man, let's have a snort! I
done forgot what the stuff tastes like!"


Chapter 7

Mister Daniels' sour-mash whiskey never had a more appreciative, praiseful audience
than Carlton and his two convict companions. One would have thought their whole
lives had been lived in expectation of this moment, and in a very short while, the 
blacklabeled bottle held less than an inch of fine Tennessee whiskey and .the three men,
short of sleep for days now, were thoroughly and vigorously drunk. Carlton had gone
outside twice in the rapidly brightening dawn's light and seemed satisfied that no one
had followed them here. They hung shredded, dirty remnants of someone's left-behind
bedding over the windows as if they needed somehow to hold back the advance of
daylight.
Melinda and Bonnie were sitting on a pair of log-end stools, almost ignored, but
deliberately placed by the convict leader too far from the doorway to make a getaway
attempt without being immediately knocked down... or maybe mot. Neither of the
young girls doubted for a moment that Carlton Lee was capable of murdering them.
Far from it, they were even now beginning to wonder in their most secret, silent of
thoughts if the hardened ex-prisoner even planned to release them at all. And more
than anything else, they were beginning now to be fearful of what all this drinking
would do to their chances; the one called Tillman was clearly almost passing-out with
intoxication, and his two friends were hardly far behind. Bonnie suddenly nudged her
older sister as Louie rose shakily to his feet and started toward them.
"Here, baby, have a drink... we musta forgot our manners, not offerin' you ladies a bit
of this fine whiskey." His hand shaking with the powerful effects of little sleep and a lot
of alcohol, the wavy-haired young convict held out the uncapped bottle almost to
Bonnie's lips. Afraid, she turned her face away.
"N-No, thank you... I don't w-want any," she said quietly, hoping he would just forget
her and go away somewhere and pass out.
"What'ya mean, you don't want any? Ar' ya refusing a drink from me, you stuck-up
bitch? You think you're too god damn good to drink from the same bottle as a bunch of
stinkin' cons! That's right, ain't it, cunt?" He rubbed the open mouth of the whiskey
bottle over her quivering pink lips. "Take a drink, goddamn you, or I'll shove this bottle
down your throat!"
Tillman had managed to find his feet and had moved across the dimly lit room to his
friend's side. "You got it all wrong, Yankee boy... down here we drink whiskey and
shove som'n else down a woman's throat!"
Carlton had been strangely silent up until now, but Tillman's remark caused him to
burst out laughing. He was sitting opposite the four of them, nearer the doorway, and
Carla was sitting beside him, sullen and stiff-lipped from his stinging blow to her face.
"You tell him, Tillie... I didn't think you even knew about such things. Hell, the way I
heard it, they sent you up when you were about thirteen. I never figured you'd been
laid at all!" The gaunt, ruddy-cheeked mountain boy blushed a deeper shade of crimson
and his eyes seemed to find something of interest between his feet.
"You ain't got no call to go talkin' like that around a bunch of women, Carlton, and
besides, it ain't true... None of it. I was near on to fifteen when I first got sent up and...
and I-I had too done had me a woman. I had!" His cheeks were flushed and the young
man seemed almost on the verge of tears as he hurled the words back at Carlton's
jesting tease.
"Why, Tillie, don't go gettin' all worked up, boy. I didn't mean no harm by it. Hell, it
ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, being cherry... we all were once!" Louie was howling
with laughter now and slapping his knees and the two Parker girls tried to manage an
awkward smile, conscious now that Carlton was on his feet and glancing their way.
"You shut up! I ain't gonna listen to no more of this here talk! I mean it, Carlton, you
shut' you're mouth!"
If Carlton Lee's bone-jarring slap across Carla's cheeks was fast, then this one was
supersonic! So quickly that Tillman had no time to move, the older man's wellcalloused 
hand: smashed across his jaw so viciously that the reddish-haired boy was sent
hurtling head over heels into the log wall. He slammed against the rough surface and
tore away a thick section of. rotted wood as he crumpled in a wrinkled heap on the
sagging plank floor. He shook his head a few times and finally managed to speak.
"C-Carlton, you s-shouldn't done that... naw, you shouldn't." His voice was quiet and
devoid of any resistance.
"Maybe that'll teach you who's running the show around here, Tillie! You're just a
piece of shit in my book, not much better'n a dog boy!"
"I ain't never worked no dogs for the man, Carlton, and you know it!"
"Maybe not, but you probably would have if you'd had the brains to run one! You just
remember who's calling the shots, Tillie, and don't make the mistake of tellin' me to
shut up again! Next time, my hand'll be in a fist, and I'll break your fuckin' jaw, ya'
hear?" Carlton looked over his shoulder at Carla, huddled near the doorway. "And get
away from that door! C'mon, get over here with the girls."
Carla looked up from where she sat on the dirty floor; she was obviously fatigued and
exhausted from the night-long forced journey. "Don't talk to me like that, Carlton," she
said matterof-factly. "If you want me to do something, just ask me. But don't yell at me
like I was some kind of animal!"
"No, you ain't an animal... you're worse than that. You're just a cunt! A no-good,
fuckin' cunt... good for one thing and that's all!"
"Shut your filthy mouth, Carlton Lee! I won't be talked to like that! Just because I was
once your wife..."
"What'ya mean, once my wife?" Carlton's sudden switched-on fierceness had chilled the
room like an arctic wind. "Huh, what'ya mean by that? We was legally married, and
you're still my wife!"
"No, I'm not!" the pretty blonde girl suddenly blurted. She had carried the weight of
this with her all night long, and it was almost a relief to be rid of it – no matter the
consequences. "I'm not your wife, Carlton! I got a divorce on grounds of desertion and
abandonment. They were supposed to serve you with the papers. It was four years ago,
Carlton, four years!"
"I ain't seen no papers! You're lying, that's what, you're lying!"
"It's the truth... the judge didn't blink an eye when he signed it. I got free of you right
after they sent you up. There wasn't any hope of you gettin' out inside of ten years and
I didn't aim to be a part-time widow at my age! I'm not your wife, Carlton! I'm not!"
A bone-chilling, aura seemed to fill the room quite suddenly; the two other convicts and
the Parker girls watched in rapt and horrified fascination as a rabid madness seemed to
well up from inside the older escaped con. His face and his eyes mirrored evenly the
frenzied murderous hatred that was boiling in his guts like a mad sorcerer's potion.
They were watching a man's sanity ebb away right before their eyes! They were mute
and helpless witnesses to Carlton's sudden and total derangement; in scant seconds he
had become nothing better than an animal rabid with hate and vengeance!
"You no good, rotten cunt! You're telling the truth, I can see it now! You really did
divorce me and run out just 'cause I caught some time! You're a stinkin' filthy slut,
Carla; nothing but a slut! You...You..." His eyes seemed to bulge from their sockets
with the mounting pressure of the boiling blood surging into his brain. No one dared to
stop him as he moved slowly and deliberately toward his ex-wife, his steps short and
clumsy from the menacing combination of alcohol and revenge.
"C-Carlton, I..." The frightened-looking blonde girl now wore the penitent face of
someone who had said too much. Far too much. Her ex-husband twisted his fingers in
her prison denim blouse and yanked her close to his chest. Her eyes closed in
expectation of the painful blow she was certain to receive... but Carlton did not strike
her again. Instead, with a gold-capped smirk, he spat his words slowly and savagely into
her face, his breath reeking with liquor and lack of sleep.
"You're gonna pay, baby, and pay good! No woman has ever run out on me, not ever;
and I don't aim to let one start now. I risked my goddamn life to get you out of that
pest-hole and this is how I'm repaid!"
"Nobody asked you to do it, Carlton," she said with scarcely gathered courage. She had
never dared talk back to Carlton, not even when they were married. "I haven't got that
much time left. They only got me on a shoplifting rap... I'd have gotten out anyway in a
few months."
"Shoplifting! A petty thief on top of everything else!" He looked over his shoulder at
where his confederates and the two girls sat and then gave the short-haired blonde a
vicious jerk with his countless hours of jail-cell exercises, and sent her hurtling toward
the younger man.
"Take her, Tillie, she's yours! Let's see if you've been bullshitting about being a man...
fuck her, Tillie! You fuck her or I'll blow both 0' you in half!" He pulled his loaded
revolver from his belt and brandished it convincingly, his thumb holding back the
hammer an inch from screaming death.
"But Carlton..." Tillman began. The hapless girl was lying sprawled at his feet, her
blouse ripped open from the force of Carlton's attack. Her tender breasts were nakedly
exposed, barely restrained by the white crispness of her brassiere.
"But, nothing, Tillie, fuck her! Fuck her right here and now while we watch, baby! I
wanna' see that cock of yours pumpin' her pussy right now... that is, if you've got one!"
Whether it was the stinging impact of Carlton's accusing words or the false bravado
sucked from the whiskey bottle, no one but Tillman would ever know, but something
had hit him right where he lived. The young, fair-haired mountain lad needed no more
encouraging. All those years behind bars with only his fist for sex. Christ, he'd fuck her,
all right! He'd fuck her silly!
Carlton's taunting indictment was not exactly true, but it struck close enough home to
carry a potent bite. He had had a woman, if you could call her that. He was fourteen,
then, and she was just over sixteen – ol' Ned Jessup's half-breed daughter, part
Cherokee Indian and part black, but he'd had her sure enough. Carlton had no call to
go and talk like that in front of these women... damn it, he'd show him! He'd show all
of 'em! Maybe this good-looking woman was nothing to Carlton, but she'd certainly do
for him. Ten years without a woman of any kind... and now this! Shit, yeah, he'd fuck
her Sweet little pussy clean off!
Bonnie and Melinda Parker watched in abject horror and malignant fascination as the
gangly mountain man pulled the terrified young blonde woman close to him. She
barely resisted when he grabbed her denim blouse as Carlton had done and crudely
pawed her half-naked breasts, still in their brassiere cups; but when his moist lips,
tasting sickeningly of liquor and tobacco and foul breath, crushed obscenely on her own
small pink mouth, she managed to yank away from him, shaking her head in mute fear
and disgust. Tillman slapped her viciously then, even harder than Carlton had hit her;
his blow stunned her and she fell backward onto the wood floor with a resounding
crash. She tried to crawl away from her assailant, her eyes glazed and unseeing with
fear, but Tillman caught her easily and leered down at her with a sinister smirking grin.
And then he hit her a second time, a punishing blow at the temple with his fist, just as
one man would hit another.
"Stop it, you'll kill her!" exclaimed Bonnie, jumping to her feet. Louie was within a
couple of feet of her, his eyes wide with eager expectation at the hope of seeing this
gorgeous young woman fucked... and maybe getting some of her himself. And he was
not about to let the warden's daughter stand in his way now; he lashed out with his fast
right arm and caught her long luxuriant blonde hair and twisted it savagely until she
gasped breathlessly from the sudden excruciating pain.
"Sit down and shut up, bitch... or you can take her place!" He glanced over at Carlton
when he spoke, just in case he was taking on too much of the leader's authority, but
Carlton's broad, approving smile gave him the encouragement he needed. "Not another
sound out of either of you! Just sit and keep quiet... you might learn something!" he
laughed evilly.
"P-Please, Carlton, don't let this happen... not like this, p-please!" She looked up at him
with limpid blue eyes, .pleading with her whole body, but Carla knew her ex-husband
well enough to know the truth... he'd never help her now. She had gone too far when
she told him about the divorce. It was her own stupid mistake telling him anything; she
should have waited until the time was right and then she could just have slipped away
from him. Oh God, now she would pay for her foolishness... she'd pay dearly!

* * *

With the rapidly-brightening Appalachian sky changing from cold gray to a translucent
pale blue, he could see more clearly what was going on inside the tiny house, though
the only glimpses he could catch were through the narrow open doorway. But he could
not risk moving too close, for the evil-sounding male human who seemed to command
the others was holding his shooting-stick still, and King knew he would be no match
for the human's death-dealing weapon. He had already eased as close to the cabin as he
dared, staying close to the dew-moistened mountain earth, and he recognized now the
human female who seemed so unhappy and afraid... she was one of the ones who had
come to him from the women's prison. One that he remembered happily, for she had
treated him well, and her flesh was as soft and tender as her manner. So now there
were three for him to aid, the girl from behind the wire fence, the dark-haired one who
had brought him into the captain's house to perform his special tricks, and most
important... the kind and loving one with the golden hair. No, he mustn't let them
down. There was no one but him to save them... but he had to wait. He had to watch
and rely on his keen animal intellect to tell him when to make his move... but it must
be soon.

* * *

The lanky mountain boy resembled nothing more than a rabid animal, his eyes wide
and laced with blood, his lips moist with the salivating eagerness of his long-contained
lust. Louie was seated between the two Parker girls, his face reflecting his rampant
thirst for what was sure to come... he wanted to see Tillie fuck this girl. He wanted it,
and then he planned to get himself some, too! She'd be walking bow-legged when he
finished with her!
Carla's still-clothed body was limply sprawled on the dirty, moss-dotted floor, but her
modesty was not to be long protected – Tillman crouched over her and grabbed a
section of her crude denim blouse in his calloused fingers and yanked until it was
ripped from her young, lithe body. Everyone in the room could see the pert swell of her
breasts as they stood up firmly in her thin white brassiere. That was the next to go, and
Tillman did not bother unhooking it when he jerked it roughly from her trembling
flesh.
Her soft, full breasts – nipples firmly erect with fear and anticipation – fell from the
tight restraint of her bra and quivered nakedly in the chill morning air. Her eyes
continually pleading, Carla attempted to rise to her feet, but the lust-frenzied mountain
man slapped her hard again and smashed her back to the dirty floor with a thud that
stirred the long-dormant dust around her when she fell. Now he hooked the top of her
prison skirt with his fingers and pulled with both hands along her wildly thrashing legs
until it was free of her ankles; her shoes came off easily and, as she wore only thin
cotton panties underneath, she was almost completely naked for everyone in the small
darkened room to see.
Bonnie felt the insinuating touch of Louie's hand on her back, and she cringed away in
fearful dread, but one downward glance at the pistol he carried in his belt convinced
her that it was foolish to resist – she remained still and unprotesting as his fingertips
caressed the skin along her spine. But for the moment, at least, she was safe... his eyes
were on Carla and Tillman. He didn't want to miss this show for the world!
Only a few seconds had passed before Tillman grabbed at the nearly naked woman
clumsily and finally managed to get a tight grip on her prison-issue cotton panties.
They tore away with hardly any effort at all, accompanied by a ripping noise that
seemed to lewdly signal the beginning of the show to follow. She was completely and
totally naked now, helpless before the ignorant, acne-scarred mountain man and she lay
nearly still there in the filtered light that managed to find its way into the thick-walled
cabin. Tillman was on her in a flash, his eyes wide with his longrepressed wanton lust
and he was mouthing nearly incoherent obscenities as his hands eagerly explored her
naked softness... his fingers squeezed and fondled her from one end to the other and
Carla was powerless now to stop him. She lay there, trembling, unresisting as his dirt
rimmed fingers kneaded and probed her bare skin. Bonnie and Melinda watched in rapt
amazement and fascination... it was the kind of entrancement that might bind one to
the earth in the face of some demonic adversary. They were both frightened and
enraptured at once, curiously enthralled and disgusted in one heartbeat. This man was
obviously going insane right before their eyes – being without women for so long had
driven him to this! He was nothing better than the most rabid and vicious of animals!
Jerking savagely at her bare shoulder, Tillman spun her onto her back and brutally
forced her knees open and apart. He hurriedly unzipped his pants and pulled them,
along with his undershorts, down to his knees, and then he seemed to throw himself
onto the hapless female convict's naked body, crushing the breath from her lungs in a
gasping cry as she was pinned under his full punishing weight.
All this was happening practically at their feet... Carla's naked softness was broken by
the smooth pink slit of her vagina, the widely split crevice totally open and vulnerable
to him, an easy and accessible target there in the sparse curly fluff of her pubic hair.
Tillman was surprisingly wellhung, and Melinda, watching from only a few feet away,
felt that old familiar tingling between her thighs as she saw the sheer immensity of his
lust-stiffened cock.,. it dragged the dust-coated floor as it poked downward between the
cleft half-moons of the young blonde's upturned buttocks and it was clearly ready for
her... a thin, viscous smear lay there on the wooden floor where the purplish bulbous
head had rubbed lewdly. But he wasted no more time – she had been thrown to him
like a piece of raw meat to a caged beast, and he wasn't about to give Carlton a chance
to change his mind. He didn't give a shit who was watching... hell, it could have been
half the prison sitting there behind him, and it wouldn't have made a rat's ass of a
difference to him.
There was an audible gasping sound from the two Parker girls as they witnessed the
foreboding tightening of the sex-starved man's buttocks as they suddenly arched high
above the well-positioned pinkness of Carla's unguarded slit. She cried out one last
time, begging him not to do this to her, but he was deaf to her pleas. . . his rigid, 
bloodengorged cock poised at the widely splayed opening of her nakedly quivering pussy-cleft,
and then he again slammed himself down onto her with a thudding slap of flesh against
flesh as all of his long, steel-hard cock rushed with a wet slithering noise right up the
hair-rimmed hilt,
"Aaaaawwwwwwww... Goddamn, you're killing me! You're killing me!"
Bonnie was the closest of the two girls to where this oddly matched couple lay entwined
salaciously on the bare floor, and she could see clearly the painfully-stretched fleshy lips
of the girl's vagina as the convict thrust in and out of her ravaged cuntal sheath. The
moist, bruised, ink, clinging flesh of her pussy-walls was pulled from the warmly
gripping tunnel of her cunt, his thick blue-veined cock rapidly pistoning in and out of
her, disappearing completely on the punishing instrokes. His huge-swollen balls were
grotesque with the unsated lust of more than a thousand nights without a woman. He
was fucking her with long, powerful strokes that belied his lanky frame, and Carla
groaned arid gasped in pain with every downward thrust of his loins as her tightly
gripping cuntal cleft fought to contain all of his ravishing manhood without being tom
apart. He was bending her thighs back painfully against her torso to give him easier
and deeper access to the longdenied mind-bending pleasures of a woman's cunt.
Carla tried again and again to speak, to cry out, but his frenetic, insane pace left her
scarcely enough time to breathe. Her head rolled from side to side on the hard,
uncomfortable floor. Her back and upturned buttocks ached from the thoughtless
position her assailant had forced her into. When she opened her eyes which was seldom
in her crushing humiliation and despair – she could see her ex-husband only a few feet
away, glowering sullenly and victoriously down at her as another man fucked her like a
pack of wild dogs would take a bitch in heat... would there be more of this for her?
Would Carlton be satisfied to drag her into the deepest, foulest pit of degradation and
shame? Or would the other one want a turn at her next? And then what? . . a dozen
more like these two, a hundred more?
"Carlton, please, stop him; please!" she begged, gasping out the words in a single
breath. But her final, soulful plea was cut viciously with the unexpected sting of another
brutal slap across her face.
"Shut up, god damn 'ya. I'm gonna fuck you 'til I'm tired o' ya... and Carlton ain't
gonna help 'ya none!"
"Atta' boy, Tillie, you tell her!" Carlton had the last of the whiskey in his hand and was
about to down it. There was no hope for her now, that much was certain. Her fate was
sealed... whatever Carlton Lee and these drunken, smelly convicts wanted of her, it was
theirs for the asking. She'd have to do it or die, no matter how foul and disgusting they
might become. If one of them wanted his unwashed, foul-smelling cock sucked dry,
she'd have to obey or be killed. She knew what Carlton Lee was like inside, what he
was capable of, and the very thought chilled her to the bone, ached inside of her even
as this churlish illiterate was ravishing her naked vaginal moistness. She would have to
do anything they demanded of her... be fucked in the ass, take them all at once, suck
their filthy pricks, anything! She was a sex-slave for the three of them now, thanks to
her big mouth, and she could blame only, herself... she was doomed!
Tillman crushed his churning, liquor-stained lips onto hers until she could barely
breathe, and his calloused, dirty fingers pawed and dug at her breasts until she ached in
every part of her body. She was bent nearly double, her bare knees actually touching
the floor at her shoulders, as the enraged, whiskey-soaked hillbilly pounded his sex
starved hardness into her again and again. His long uncircumcised cock was reddish
from the swelling of corpulent, blood-filled flesh as he neared his painful orgasm and
the room was filled with the lewdly wet smacking sound of his heavily-laden testicles as
they slapped repeatedly against the upturned sweat-moistened cleft of her firm girlish
buttocks. Bonnie could actually see the pinkish glow of the girl's behind where his balls
had slapped and battered her tiny, clenched anus.
The young college girl tried to shut this out of her mind, to somehow make it all go
away, but it was useless. Another girl was being brutally and savagely raped right before
her eyes and there was nothing she could do to stop it! Bonnie forced herself to relax
just a little; it was made a bit easier by the fact that Louie was no longer fondling her
along her back – she had been afraid to look frightened that just turning her head in
his direction might somehow encourage him. But now she moved her eyes slowly to the
left in the shadowy gray-dawn light of the cabin room. An involuntary gasp choked
from her throat and had she not caught herself in time, it would have become a scream
of disbelief. Louie had his hand up inside her sister's skirt! And not only that, she was
obviously enjoying it!
Bonnie could not believe her eyes for a moment, but then it was obvious that this was
no dream. Melinda was sitting on the edge of the sawn log that was her seat, her legs
widely splayed and her jeans opened and pulled down almost to her knees. The
convict's hand was buried deeply between the milky curves of her thighs, and Melinda's
legs were slowly and rhythmically opening and closing in time to the plundering thrusts
of Tillman, as he fucked into the blonde girl there a few feet away on the floor.
God, she was watching this and loving every second of it! Melinda was lost in her
fantasy, peering down at the lewdly inciting writhings of the couple before them all and
reveling in the thrills this felon was giving her with his fingers. He must have had two
or three of his fingers up inside her from the way she looked. Her lips trembled and her
tongue encircled them, swiping them moistly, as this stranger caressed her hotly eager
loins. Holy Jesus, what a nymphomaniac she is! Bonnie thought incredulously. It's one
thing when it happens like last night, when it's mutual and with the right man.. . but
this! Why, it's just being a slut, that's all... a two-bit slut! My own sister!
Bonnie's thoughts and eyes were drawn back to the wildly thrashing twosome sprawled
at her feet by the sounds of Tillman's imminent orgasm. He was grunting and gasping
like a fat man in a Turkish bath, and she knew it would only be a couple of seconds
more before this young woman, so viciously ravished and plundered like a pirate's slave
booty, would be flooded with his seething, viscous cum, gushing rivers of it stored from
his empty prison years. But her gaze was distracted by the sudden blurred movement of
something outside... words can scarcely convey the frantic, blinding speed of what
happened in the next few moments. A jumble of thoughts raced through her mind and,
she almost cried out in surprise and with instinctive alarm... was it a wolf or some other
forest animal? A bear?
But within the milliseconds it took for her mind to send the signals for her lungs and
throat to sound the warning borne of instinct, she recognized the bounding, snarling
creature that had so suddenly leaped through the doorway , and was in mid-stride, half
the distance to where Carlton stood gloating over his punished ex-wife.
It was King, and he was incredibly fast and powerful in his bounding leap, but would
he be fast enough? He had somehow come to their rescue, that wonderful, loving
animal, and he would save them! Their gallant knight was here and everything would
be all right! Bonnie moved almost as quickly, in a reckless maneuver that, later, she
would not even be able to recall. Louie had not yet seen the huge, powerful dog
bounding on strong, hard foot-pads to reach the man with the gun before he could use
it... it was now or never. He was far too engrossed in the sex spectacle unfolding before
him and eager to bring the hotly-aroused brunette at his side close to where he wanted
her... total, unquestioning submission! Bonnie lunged sideways and grabbed for the
pistol he wore in his belt... if only she could get it away from him, they would have a
chance! Tillman was half-naked and helpless, his pants around his knees... it was the
only way!
But they were doomed from the start. Carlton had apparently spotted the animal before
he cleared the threshold of the cabin and he was ready for him, gun drawn and cocked.
A shot suddenly exploded inside the cabin and seemed to reverberate like nighttime
thunder through the hills beyond. Louie leaped to his feet, his hand moist and sticky
from Melinda's proffered charms; the brunette was knocked to the floor in the sudden
jump, but Bonnie caught the outside of the hardened felon's elbow in a crashing blow
that knocked her senseless.
It was dark, very dark, and somewhere off in the distance voices were yelling at her.
Vile, obscene voices filled with hate and threats. King was there, too, bounding for her,
always just a few inches from her outstretched hand but never close enough to close the
last gap. And then even these vague, shimmering images faded and. Bonnie lapsed,
mercifully, into complete unconsciousness.


Chapter 8

She was aware of someone touching her long before she was close to the elusive surface
of consciousness; like being underwater and hearing muffled, garbled sounds from
somewhere above, she could hear what seemed to be people talking... loud, harsh
voices. Shouts and the shuffle of hurried obeisance. And then, like a diver breaking
clear of the water after a long, lung-bursting below, she came to almost as quickly as
she had gone under.
"Get up on all fours, bitch! You wanna' act like an animal, well, I'll treat ya' like one!
Move, goddamn 'ya or I'll kill you where you lay!"
Bonnie blinked at the hurtful light that spilled through the doorway into the otherwise
dim cabin and every movement of her eyelids brought a fresh stab of pain in her
temple. "Here, drink this... it'll bring you around. I want you in good shape for what
I'm gonna do to you, baby!" Louie handed her the bottle of whiskey and it dropped
from her trembling fingers. "Pick the bottle up and it... there's just enough left for a
good slug!"
She started to climb back onto her feet, but the curly-haired escaped convict slapped her
roughly back to the floor. "Oh, no you don't! I ain't taking no more chances with you,
girl! Stay there where you are!" She blinked again, and gradually it all came back to her.
King had come to rescue them from these horrible, evil men and she had tried to take
this one's gun away from him, but there had been a terrible noise and... that noise. It
was Carlton's gun going off! Oh my God, he killed King, he killed that beautiful, loving
animal!
There on the dirty, blood-splattered floor just a couple of yards away lay the
magnificent animal's great, furry body. "You murdered him, you and your pal, you
killed King! How could you? How could you! Murderers, that's what you are,
murderers!"
"Aw, keep your yap closed, cunt! I'll fill it for you soon enough," he laughed nastily.
"He ain't dead... Carlton only knocked him out with the gun barrel. See, he's still
breathing... the shot went wild." Bonnie watched him to see if the convict was telling
the truth...yes, his big strong chest was stirring... he was alive! It was only at that
instant that her head cleared enough of the cobwebs of unconsciousness for the young
college girl to realize that her older sister was missing. Carla was here, still naked, and
her ill-bred assailant, Tillman and, of course, Louie with the pistol. But where was
Melinda? Had Carlton taken her somewhere? Oh dear God, what if... oh no, that's too
terrible to even think! She has to be all right, she has to!
There was a noise from outside and a shrill yelp of pain and then the leader of the
runaway cons returned, his revolver in one hand and the other viciously knotted in
Melinda's dark hair. When they were inside, he shoved her brutally, and she fell in a
gasping, tear-stained heap beside the still dormant German shepherd. "There's no one
out there... I looked everywhere. This fuckin' dog must have somehow followed us on
his own. Well, he won't follow nobody else, that's for sure!" Carlton had cocked the
police-style revolver and was carefully aiming it at King's head.
"No! I won't let you!" screamed Bonnie, and before Louie could stop her, she had
thrown herself over the unconscious animal's great furry body and was shielding him
with her own. "You'll have to kill me first! He risked his life for us, and I won't just
stand here and let you kill him! I won't! I won't!" Her shrieking cries were bordering
on hysteria and Carlton lowered the loaded pistol.
"Oh, all right... I'll take care of him later. Anything to get you to shut up. I've been
running around out there in those laurel thickets with that sister of yours for nearly an
hour and I'm tired! Just shut up and I'll leave him be, amn ya!"
"Then if there's nobody out there, we can get back to the fun, huh, Carlton?" It was
Louie talking, his eyes on Bonnie's ripe teenage body as she knelt subserviently at his
feet; he was already unfastening his belt and licking his lips at the prospect of having
this sexy little bitch all to himself.
"Sure, why not... I was kinda' thinkin' me and Melinda here might make a go of it
ourselves! What'ya say, honey?"
The older Parker girl was rubbing her aching scalp where the convict had yanked her
hair so spitefully. "Go fuck yourself, buster! I wouldn't make it with you if you were the
last man on earth!"
"Hey, the kid's got spunk!" taunted Louie from across the room. He was out of his
pants now and clad in just his unbuttoned shirt and his prison drawers. But Carlton
failed to see any umor at all in the young brunette coed's rebuffing sting. No stuck-up
piece 0' pussy could talk like that to Carlton Lee!
Bonnie watched incredulously from where she knelt on the floor as the convict-gang
leader pulled off his civilian-style pants and undershorts, leaving his socks and shoes on
grotesquely.
Strangely, she had, for the moment, forgotten her own desperate plight out of concern
for her older sister. She knew what he would do to Melinda, and it wouldn't be a retty
sight... rape never was! And with this maniac, who could be certain he would even be
satisfied with ravishing her! He was capable of anything!
Melinda watched him undress with a growing knot of fear in her anxious belly. She had
bedded her share of men before, and nothing Carlton Lee had inside his undershorts
could fighten her. It wasn't that at all... it was what she carried around inside herself
that frightened her now. This life-long fever she kept inside of hr every minute of every
day, ever since the first time a nervous, fumbling school boy had slipped his clammy
fingers beneath the tight elastic of her panties and she discovered in a flooding tide of
rapturous surrender that she loved it. God, how she loved it? Any time, with any man
who was macho enough to handle her! And Melinda Parker was afraid now not because
of what this escaped convict might do to her but because of what she knew she would
do herself! She had tried many times before to suppress this fervent impetuosity that
was always lingering just below the surface, ready to explode in a frenzy of erotic
passion, but never had she succeeded in taming her own inner beast... and if she failed
again now, all these people would see and know. If they managed to get out of this
alive, her father, Captain Parker, would be certain to find out how his precious
daughter had groveled and debased herself with this scum-of-the-earth!
She stood trembling as the convict's hands unbuttoned her blouse; she was not wearing
a brassiere or even panties, just this blouse and the jeans she had been wearing when
they dragged her from her bedroom. When the last button was freed, and Carlton
parted the two halves of her shirt like the curtains of a theater, she knew it was
hopeless. Already the fever between her thighs was starting to spread through the lower
regions of her young slim body... it would be like all the be helpless in his hands!
Anything he wanted of her would be his for the asking, just for the price of his flame
soothing cock between her legs! She couldn't help herself, she was a nymphomaniac
and there was no way to change now!
Carlton pulled her blouse from her arms and shoulders, and Melinda could feel every
eye in the room on her lithe young body, her pertly firm breasts standing high and
proud even in her shame. Her jeans opened with just a tug from his hand, and the
older convict yanked and tugged them down over her hips until they lay in a pile at her
ankles.
"Step out of 'em and get down on your knees like your sis over there... I wanna see
what you've got, sweetie!"
There was a raucous, liquor-slurred laugh from Louie and a cracked-voice grunt of
approval from Tillman, squatting now at Carla's side. She was watching Carlton and
Melinda, but she had not moved since Tillman finished with her. Her face was
expressionless and dried now of tears, but a fierce, burning hatred smoldered in her
dark eyes.
Melinda crouched and then lowered herself into a kneeling position, her knees like
rubber already with the first involuntary spasms of her eager passion. God, I have to
fight it this time! I have to! None of the others must know!
She felt the coolness of the high-altitude morning air as it chilled her naked buttocks,
waving invitingly in front of the enraptured convict; her face was flushed with her
humiliation and shame but she tried not to give her secret away... she wanted him! She
wanted him inside her right at this moment! He probably thought it was rape, but, hell,
she'd rape him if he kept her waiting too long! She couldn't help the way she was... it
was too late now! Suddenly there was the sound of clothing being hurriedly removed
and a chuckle of bemused encouragement from one of the other cons, and Carlton
dropped to his knees directly behind her; even now, with this juicy treasure so nearly
his, he kept a watchful lookout through the doorway. His head lowered to the wavering
halfmoons of the naked cheeks of her buttocks, and his long tongue lashed from
between his lips like the tip of a whip. With one long, swiping slurp, he swept his
tongue-tip lovingly through the whole quivering cleft of her behind, pausing
tormentingly at the tiny puckered mouth of her anus.
"Mmmmmmm..." Melinda tried to keep her own lips tightly sealed, but that one
sighing moan of blissful surrender managed to escape. Surely everyone knew now, the
whole world would know soon enough!
She groaned again, loudly this time, as the convict's hungry, licking tongue invaded the
whole moist pinkness of her exposed and vulnerable crotch. The tip teasing at her
mercilessly. Oh shit, does he have any idea what he's doing to me?
She quivered all over as she stirred her buttocks back against him, screwing her ass
cheeks around and around in tiny circles to expose more completely all of her soft
feminine nakedness to his hungrily probing tonguings. God, how she loved to be eaten
like this! Nothing could compare to the thrill of a man's lips and tongue down there
between her legs... a million super-charged thrills and the promise of a thick, hard cock
yet to come! She knew she was fast losing control, but she hardly cared... what did it
matter? What did anything matter except this man's tongue wetly laving the cleft of her
naked buttocks? Or any man's tongue?
Melinda felt his tongue pull away and heard his command as if through a long empty
tunnel.
"Get your hand on it and put it in, bitch!" She complied obediently, so quickly, that
even Carlton was surprised. Reaching behind her, she felt his thick, fleshy cock for the
first time. It quivered under her touch and she could sense he had been a long time
without a woman. Jesus, just don't cum until I've made it, please! Don't leave me like
this!
She eased the thick, rubbery head up to the palpitating lips of her ravenously eager
vagina, and before she could barely pull her fingers away, the sex-starved convict
rammed it home with the force of ten men.
"Aaaaaahhhggg! Not so hard... give me a minute!" she cried out, but there was no
stopping him now. Carlton gripped her fleshy buttocks cheeks like handles and
pumped his hotly swollen hardness into her all the way up to the hilt. A sigh passed his
lips as he felt the soft liquid walls of her pussy tightly encircle his desire-stiffened organ,
and they squeeze it firmly as if in the grip of a warm velvet fist.
"Christ, yes, I love it... it's soo gooood!" she was gasping her words out between
breaths. So great was her passion that she had gone from agonizing, bruising pain to
complete and enraptured wanton bliss in only a few seconds . . the way it always was
with her Carlton gritted his yellowed teeth and crouched over her kneeling body, and
he fucked in and out of her with long, skewering strokes that started with the muscles
in his calves and rippled upward along his well-built body until the very tip of his long
fleshy cock burrowed deeply inside her hungrily clasping vaginal tunnel. He savored the
feeling of total power he had over her as the last inch of fleshy wall gave way deeply
inside her womb, and he penetrated her to the very soul of her passion.
His fingers tightened their grip on the soft flesh of her supple, unresisting thighs,
inflicting pain, hurting her as only a man can hurt a woman. It was that age-old
mastery – man can inflict hurtful agonies on woman, but she is powerless except to
endure! Shuddering groans escaped her throat as she squirmed and writhed on the
impaling length of his cock like a bug on a pin. He splayed wide the softly trembling
globes of her buttocks, relishing, in the dim light that filtered from outside, the vision of
moist pink folds of gleaming flesh, clinging tightly around his lustfullyaroused
hardness, as he pumped it in and out of her. He rocked upward and forward at the
same time, his fingers spreading her naked white buttocks to allow him greater access,
and he heard her gasp anew as the rubbery engorged head of his cock probed the
deepest, inner moist secrets of her hot, wet pussy. If she had ever had it this deep
before, it must have been a long time ago, he thought, for her cries were not just of
fervent passion but of excruciating pleasure-pain mingled with surprise.
Melinda was totally and utterly lost now. It wouldn't have mattered if her father and
half the population of Athens Farm were to walk through the doorway at this second.
She would not – could not – have stopped herself now; she had to have the blessed,
liquid relief of her longed-for orgasm or go crazy! She could feel the bushy, matted
thicket of his damp pubic hair around the base of his cock as it brushed tantalizingly
against the delicate inner edges of her buttocks. She could no longer bear to hold
herself on her hands or elbows and she dropped without warning onto the floor itself,
mindless of the dirt that rubbed into her bare breasts. Inside her, she could feel the 
lustdistended knob at the end of his immense cock grazing the fleshy firmness of her cervix
as he probed deeply, punishingly.
Her complete and abject humiliation was forgotten... it mattered not that she was being
treated like some two-dollar whore from the wrong side of town. All that mattered to
her was the unquenched fever that burned like prairie fire in her ravaged loins... she
craved this! She wanted to be fucked and abused like this! She wanted all of these men
inside her, and dozens, hundreds more! She was nothing but a huge, quivering cunt
that ached for fulfillment and she cared not at all who knew it or saw her this way!
Tomorrow, perhaps, she could feel the shame and despair... now she felt nothing but
utter desire and lust!
She sensed, rather than felt, someone standing over her and when she opened her eyes,
she saw it was Tillman, his uncommonly large cock now fully erect once again and held
between his two gangly hands like some mountain-man's weapon.
"Goddamn, Carlton, she's a hot little number! I reckon there's enough there for all of
us... save some for me now!"
Melinda barely noticed Carlton's hoarse reply, for her mind suddenly reeled with an
idea so incredible, so unbelievably filthy and lewd... could she possibly do such a thing?
Could she dare? Damn right, she could... and she was going to!
"Carlton!" she cried, her voice cracking with emotion at the sheer thought of what she
was doing. "Stick it in my ass! Stick your prick in me there! Hurry! Oh God, hurry!"
Hardly daring to believe his good luck, Carlton anxiously pulled back his hips and
slithered his long wetly glistening cock from the reluctantly yielding tight grip of her
vaginal lips and eased it up to the tautly-drenched buttocks. Taking in a big gasping
breath, he lunged again forward and burst into her rectal tightness with all his strength.
Melinda knew it would hurt at first, but this was like a branding iron up her ass!
"Ooooohhh, damn, it's killing me!" she choked, but already the pain Was showing
some sign of subsiding as she fought valiantly to relax her anal muscles and shut off the
blinding pain that seared up through her loins... and then it began to feel just like she
knew it would.
"Mmmmmmmm... ooooohhh... oooohhhh!" she chanted mindlessly in time with his
skewering thrusts that seemed to tear viciously at her insides. Her hips moved
backwards now in lewd submission, and she ground her ass in tight circles around his
impaling hot poker of virile flesh. She tried to speak, but the words were slow in
coming from her tortured throat. "T-Turn me over... on my back... both of you..." Her
voice was hardly more than a cracked hoarse whisper, but the two escaped felons
quickly caught on.
"Goddamn, Carlton, turn her over... turn her over! I'll fuck that sweet little pussy clean
off!"
Carlton grabbed her by the hips and rolled to one side, pulling her backwards onto him
with his powerful arms. His hugely erect cock never left the incredibly tight velvet grip
of her anus, and now she lay sprawled on top of him, her legs on either side and a
tortured, mewling cry of utter abandonment gasping from her lungs.
Bonnie was only just across the room, momentarily ignored by her chosen "lover" and
could see everything that her older sister was doing; she could only stare in
dumbfounded amazement... how could even Melinda be capable of this? How could
she?
Tillman wasted not a second and nearly leaped between her legs, his own knees astride
Carlton's as he opened her thighs as wide as they could be stretched. The fervent heat
of her moistly steaming cuntal slit drew him like a magnet, and as he guided his hugely
thick cock down and into the eagerly throbbing furrow, he could feel the hungry,
nibbling walls of her pussy suck him deeper inside, as she gasped out one more soulful
cry of ecstasy. He was buried in her to the very hilt of his long hefty cock and he could
feel, through the thin membrane that separated them, Carlton's cock skewering her
rectum from underneath.
Both of them were as hotly eager as Melinda, and there was no delay, no cautious
build-up. Instead, both of them plundered her like two stallions with their achingly
hard cocks. She was sandwiched between the two of them, their hugely erect cocks
gradually aligning in a parallel rhythm as along, low continuous moan whined from her
lips.
Bonnie could see it all... the two thick cocks battering into her sister in a lewd, joint
rhythm... both of them wetly glistening from the freely flowing juices that seeped from
the superheated, pouting lips of her vagina... the fleshy pink edges of her cuntal mouth
being drawn in and out, clasping tightly the shaft of Tillman's frenetically pistoning
cock, and the same with Carlton's hugely stiffened organ fucking into her from below.
Her hips began to move backwards to meet Carlton's upward thrusts cramming
viciously into her rectum and then arching upward to grind against Tillman's curly
pubic hair, as he too shoved every hurtful inch of his pleasure-shaft down into the
fervent liquidity of her eager cunt.
Her whole naked body undulated as if possessed by some demonic force, and she cried
out continuously, her soft, hoarse moan interrupted by the staccato rhythm of the two
men, as their flesh slapped against hers. And then, with Melinda literally insane with
lustful desire and totally helpless between them like some lasciviously shared love slave,
both men released the held-back flood of their scalding orgasms almost in unison,
barely seconds apart.
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she cried out loudly as she felt the sloshing warmth of their rapid-fire
climaxes – spurt after spurt of life-giving sperm blasting into her very insides! Orgasm
after orgasm flooded through the wildly writhing brunette until she was sure she would
literally die from their combined furies. And then, they lay there quite still for a few
seconds, the only sound the gasping, rasping wheeze of their straining breath.
Bonnie Parker looked up at the younger convict who towered over her; there was a wild
gleaming flesh in his dark eyes and his teeth were clenched together in what passed as a
grin. She knew what he wanted... and after the show that Melinda had put on, there
would be no stopping him. "Stand up and get that dress off, honey... I'm hotter than a
firecracker on the Fourth of July!"


Chapter 9

Bonnie felt the center of attention shift to herself as surely as if a spotlight with a red
gel had suddenly been switched on, bathing her in a hot pink glow. She was turnedon... 
she had to admit it; as much as she despised herself and hated the curse of
womanhood, she was forced to admit, if only in her most secret inner thoughts, that
between her fresh young thighs there throbbed at this moment a nagging, worrisome
heat that seemed to emanate from deep inside her loins and brought a new, tingling
sensitivity to the dew-moist pink flesh beneath the crotch band of her panties.
She knew, of course, that what Melinda did was disgusting and revolting. Why, she had
practically begged those two men do that awful, perverted thing to her! How could she
even stand to have both of them at once inside her like that? Both of them fucking her
with their heavy, blueveined... Oh, I have to stop this! I have to face the terrible truth!
Whatever it is that makes Melinda the way she is... well, a piece of that is in me as well!
Maybe, like some hereditary disease that runs in our blood, she got more of it... but it's
in me. I can feel it! Why else would I feel this weird eagerness between my thighs when
my brain and my heart cry out in fear and revulsion? Why?
She had made up her mind not to think anymore about this... to simply do as she was
told to do and by sheer force of will, to live through it all with her head held high... if
she was allowed to live at all. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress and,
bending over, tugged it up and over her head. Louie, in his eagerness to see her naked
body, grabbed the dress from her grip and yanked it from her shoulders. She was
wearing nothing now but her bra and panties, and she felt the convict's rapacious stare
eating away at her half-naked flesh. Her eyes were lowered to the floor, her hands
fidgeting at her side. Suddenly, Louie reached, forward and put his over her large, full
breasts.
"Hey, you've really got a pair of knockers, baby! Even more than your sister... that's
good 'cause I like a broad with big tits! Nice soft, huge ones I can stick my dick
between. You ever been tit-fucked, honey?" He sneered.
Bonnie said nothing, just stared emptily at the dirty floor between her feet.
"Answer me, goddamn you!"
She shook her head almost imperceptibly. "N-no... I don't even know what you mean,"
she answered meekly.
"Well, now's your chance!" And with those words, he jerked his hands back toward his
own chest and ripped her brassiere from her teenage body. She cried out in the
unexpected pain and there were nasty-looking red welts on her flesh where the elastic
garment had been torn away. "Man, would you look at those tits!" There was an
enthusiastic grunt of approval from the other side of the room, but from the lewdly wet
sucking noises that Bonnie could hear without effort, she knew that Melinda was still
performing' for these animals... a trained love slave, theirs for free.
At Louie's command, she pulled off her own panties, anxious to avoid having them'
ripped from her hips. She was naked now, her rich full voluptuous charms all his to see
and touch, and she had never felt lower or more humiliated in her life. She wondered
how the whores of this world could stand it, night after night of this! He ran his hand
crudely up between her thighs, spreading them easily and stuck an upraised middle
finger into her unguarded vaginal slit.
"I thought so, just like your sister! Baby, you're already wet down there! You can stop
the innocent act with me... hell, you're hotter'n a preacher's daughter and I ain't even
started!"
He kissed her fiercely and wetly on her lips, turning her head up to his; he ground his
roughly clothed body against hers. Her nipples were like two tiny hardened buds
against his chest, and she moaned from deep in her throat as he flattened them against
him. His hands sought the ripe firm half-moons of her buttocks, and he squeezed them
painfully hard, pulling her close to him as his tongue forced its way obscenely between
her lips. Louie pushed the upper part of her beautifully formed teenage body backward,
all the while pulling forward with his firm fleshy grip on her naked ass. She was forced
to bend backward, and when she did, he lowered her quickly and without ceremony to
the dirty wooden floor at their feet. Bonnie lay where he placed her, afraid to move, as
the young curly-haired convict anxiously got out of his clothes, fairly ripping them from
his body in his sex-hungry eagerness.
She watched in absent fascination as he pulled back the thick, rubbery foreskin of his
desire-swollen cock and the purplish, one-eyed knob inside poked into view. She could
feel the glow feverishly increasing between her thighs, and she knew that, in only a few
moments, that heavy, fleshy pole of male flesh would be inside her, plundering her with
a vengeance, skewering her with sadistic pleasure as if she alone was responsible for all
this man's years behind steel bars. But he didn't stick it in her there!
Suddenly he was kneeling over her, his legs spread across her narrow waist. He rocked
forward for a better position and grinned evilly down at her. His cock was in his right
hand, lustfully throbbing in some primeval jungle rhythm all its own. He looked down
got it and spat a large wetness onto the long blood-engorged organ that was well over
half-a-foot long; the fingers of his right hand spread the salacious wetness around until
his whole cock seemed to gleam with a shimmering moistness.
His hands grabbed her large D-cup breasts, one in each open palm, and as he levered
himself forward, he squeezed them together lewdly around the moistly humping length
of his lustswollen cock. As he pistoned forward between them, a sigh of satisfaction on
his lips, the rubber mushroom-shaped head reached almost to her trembling lips... but
that wasn't what she wanted.
Not like Dan up on the mountaintop last night... My God, could that have only been
last night? It seems like weeks, months! No, this perverted convict seemed satisfied, for
the moment at least, with this strange and lascivious way of seeking his own selfish
gratification. His head was back a bit and, he moaned and sighed with every wetly
slithering run of his cock between the softly encircling mounds of her breasts as he
fucked her in the saliva-moistened cleavage between the huge pink-nippled globes.
Christ, he looks almost ready to, uh, shoot off, and when it does... oh my God, it'll go
right in my face!
And then, suddenly there was a strange movement at Louie's back. Bonnie at first
thought she was seeing things, but it only took a couple of seconds to convince her that
this was no apparition... it was her beloved King! But what could she do? Would he
attack Louie? No, he surely wouldn't risk it with the other men and their guns still in
the room... but if she gave, him away now, Louie might panic and go for his gun and
kill her precious King!
The great, huge German shepherd seemed unsteady on his feet, and looked at her as if
he scarcely recognized her. He was at Louie's back, coming out of his painfullyrendered 
unconsciousness, but it looked as if she was the only one who noticed! She
couldn't see across the room from this position, but from the lewd noises she heard, it
was obvious that the other two convicts were too engrossed in whatever they were
doing to be looking this way! She tried to signal to him somehow with her eyes, but she
had to be cautious... at any second, Louie could look down at his perverted handiwork
and catch her at it, and that would be the end of King! She couldn't let that happen...
not after all they had done and been through together! She never wanted to be
separated from King, she wanted him with her always, there at the foot of her bed to
protect her, and... well, whatever he wanted.
Her legs were unintentionally splayed, and Bonnie watched in wide-eyed disbelief as
King suddenly trotted over to her, still unnoticed by the lust-crazed convict astride her,
and licked lovingly at the hotly aroused, hair-fringed slit of her excited vagina! God, she
had gotten all turnedon watching Melinda and those two men, and now King sensed
her arousal and went straight for the source of her emanating heat! Of course, he was
still stunned from the blow to his head... he was only doing what he had been trained
to do! His whole life at Athens Farm had been to perform his special tricks whenever
this' scent struck his keen nostrils, and now, still in a form of shock from Carlton's
brutal blow, he was just obeying his training. Like all of his breed, his training was the
first thing back to mind, even after a nasty head wound like he had. back a thousand
poignant memories, still excitingly fresh in her mind, of the wondrous new things this
magnificent loving-beast had taught her just two short days ago, and the remembrance
must have fanned even hotter the smoldering coals of feminine passion that lingered
still in her loins, for she heard an almost inaudible whimper, and then he slowly
lowered his nose in between her trembling, love-sick thighs, his hot scorching breath
like a bellows on a blast furnace, driving her closer and closer to the, brink of helpless,
writhing passion.
She couldn't help herself... she moaned huskily and closed her eyes as his cool, wet nose
brushed moistly over the palpitating inner flesh of her thigh. And then, as the blood
heated lips of her lustfully aroused cunt quivered in eager anticipation, her legs splayed
even wider and his long, wet tongue lovingly swiped deeply through the hair-fringed
furrow of her vagina, all the way from her hotly clenched anal mouth, upward to the
pink, trembling lips of her pussy and then... oh my dear God! His tongue was tenderly
laving the hotly aroused, palpitating bud of her clitoris, rolling it like an oily marble
with his tonguetip!
Louie was frankly amazed that she was so hotly eager and writhing underneath him;
he'd never seen a girl get so worked up over a little old tit-fuck! He couldn't see her
hands and he wondered for an instant if she was fiddling with herself down there
between her legs like he knew some women liked to do, but there was no time to think
about it... any second now, here it comes... here it comes, Goddamn, it feels like a
bucketful!
First there was a last shuddering jerk of his rigid penis that made the flesh of her
breasts ripple with its intensity... a brief moment of ramrod-straight hardness... and
then it began to spurt like the end of a firehose. Heavy, cream-like cum that shot from
the tiny hole in the end of his cock with such painful ferocity that it felt like a 
stinginghard shower against her neck and chest. It splattered with a thudding sound and coated
her chin and parts of her cheek with the vile, seething discharge... and now she was
squirming and writhing under him even harder! He couldn't believe it... she hardly
seemed to notice that he'd just come all over her! She had her eyes closed and was
mewling like a bitch in heat.
"Hey, Louie, what's wrong, ain't you man enough for that little piece of pussy. It was
Carlton's voice from the other side of the room, he had his exwife, Carla, down
between his legs, frantically sucking on his lust stained cock for all she was worth his
gun was at her temple
"What. He sensed something there before he actually turned around and saw it, that
fuckin' dog was licking her between her thighs like it was his own special property. Still
weak from his shuddering orgasm, Louie leaped almost unnoticed from the young
naked blonde girl and crawled over to where the captain's pistol lay on top of his pants
Oh, no, put that away. We can't risk no more shootin' just sit back and watch. Looks
like they're old pals Maybe that old dog's been in her snatch before. Shor' knows his
way around down there.
Bonnie seemed far away in a blissful dream world of her own creation, one she shared
with her heroic animal lover, King. It was as if she were floating in the empty vacuum
of space, her only contact with reality, the electrifying brush of his hungrily laving
tongue between her thighs. Her eagerly moist pubic mound, already warm and damp
from her vicarious excitement, was now a quivering, hotly steaming furrow of anxiously
palpitating flesh.
"King, please not now, lover... not here! It isn't right, King! It's all dirty and perverted
with them watching us... p-please!" But they could all see that her resistance was fast
crumbling. The excitement induced by witnessing Melinda's incredible act of
degradation and lust, coupled with this fresh kindling incitement was too much for her.
Already her inner thighs were flushed with a pink inner glow and tiny dew-drops of
perspiration rolled downward into the clenched crevice of her naked buttocks.
King's low whining noises were blending with hers in a kind of lewd off-key sexsymphony 
of savage desire and unrequited passion. Now and again she would cry out
wailingly as he lunged his long thick lingual probe deeper into her feverishly clasping
slit. Bonnie could feel only one thing... the frantic, maddening passion that had
suddenly consumed her and that ached fiercely in her writhing loins. What a terrible
hunger she felt for her hero-lover – and him only to quench this pain, as she knew only
he could. All the memories of two nights ago flooded back into her mind in a torrent of
emotion... God, was she crazy? She loved him, loved him like a human lover... no, more
than a human lover! And she wanted him inside her where she could feel him, even if it
had to be this way. She didn't care what these people thought... they were scum!
Nothing mattered but her precious animal-lover King! Who cared if they saw it all?
Nothing they could say or think would damage their bond of desire and passion,
nothing!
King savored the fragrant, exotic odor of her human female arousal... how he loved that
pungent scent! And this was his favorite, the one who had treated him so beautifully.
How else could he repay her kindness and attentions? Maybe the throbbing in his head
was hurting him, but that made no difference... he had to do what he knew best. He
wanted to! He excitedly tongued her curl-fringed pink dampness, bringing gush after
gush of her sweet-tasting juices to his tongue tip and an even stronger rutting keenness
to his lust-driven loins. Carlton and Tillman, as well as Melinda and Carla, were
watching in rapt fascination; their differences, for the moment at least, smothered over
by the erotic wildness of this lascivious tableau.
Suddenly, Bonnie could stand it not a second longer... the vicarious excitement of
watching her older sister perform with those men... this young convict's strange and
perverted fucking of her between her breasts... and now this! She had to have him...
now! Gasping a sharp pitiful cry of genuine anguish, she rolled back on her shoulders
so that her naked, dog-tongued loins were turned upward in unmistakable invitation.
Her delicate blue eyes sparkled with lascivious eagerness as she pulled her legs achingly
back until her knees touched the super-sensitive nipples of her large firm breasts.
She raised her head enough to see that King needed no further prodding... his scarlet,
tapered penis was already out of its fury dark sheath and dripping a fine trail of animal
cum from its nearly pointed tip. She could see his dark, full testicles, filled with his
scalding heat that would soon be sloshing warmly in her sated belly.
"Oh God. Now, King... fuck me! Fuck me like before, darling!"
With one hand, she parted the soft wetly quivering lips of her own vagina, spreading
the fleecy shroud apart, and she stroked it in lewd and obscene enticement. "Oh, now,
baby... stick it in me good and hard! Hard! God, how I need it!"
King bounded onto her, his legs on either side of her naked torso and his incredibly
long, firm animal-cock brushing lightly over the pouting lips of her pussy. She reached
down beneath him and he whined as he felt her gentle caress along the hotly aroused
length of his cock; she eased it between the softly clasping lips of her vagina and into
the hotly steaming cleft between her thighs.
"Ooooohhhh, yes... it's so big and hard like before! Fuck me like you did last time,
lover! Fuck me sooooo goooood!"
As soon as he felt the moistly clutching young pussy-flesh ravenously nibbling at the tip
of his virile taper, he knew exactly what to do... she wanted him! She wanted him and
only him and he wouldn't let her down. He fucked forward with a savage animal thrust
that rammed the long crimson animal-cock all the way to the furry underside of his
belly in one long, skewering thrust.
"Aaaawwww... yes, yes!" With no longer any need for gentleness and caution, the great
beast sank his long, desire-stiffened animal-cock, swelling with the hotly surging blood
of his insane passion, into the hungrily upraised cuntal slit of his favorite human
female. He was forced to lower himself to a kind of squatting position to do it well; but
he was humping deeply into her now, every hard, incredibly fast animal-thrust burying
his cock to the furry base in her eagerly-clutching cunt.
Maddening delights of unholy rapturous ecstasy quickly rippled throughout her lewdly
submissive nakedness, and she groaned incessantly and writhed and squirmed beneath
him as she offered the whole moist expanse of her nakedly spread cunt up to him in
unquestionable salacious submission! Straining her neck to see with her own eyes this
wildly erotic thing that was happening to her, she was able to actually watch with lewd
fascination as the crimson taper of hotly erect dogcock slithered wetly in and out of her
moistly steaming cuntal furrow, fucking its way maddeningly to the very hilt in her
widely-splayed pussy-passage, his slick-skinned balls slapping heavily down against the
tiny puckered anal hole there between the lasciviously spread cheeks of her buttocks.
Bonnie gasped aloud as she kicked her legs out and wrapped them tightly around the
furry muscles of his powerful back in order to lift her feverish loins higher, meeting his
frantic, punishing thrusts with a lurid grinding of her naked pelvis. Furious with
passion, his hairy underbelly and loins battered and slapped sonorously against her
tautly spread ass-cheeks, his hugely glistening animal-penis, a thing of sheer beauty and
life-giving joy to her. With shameless, whimpering mewls, the lust-drunken young
college girl furiously rotated her hungrily working hips and buttocks up at him,
grinding the ravenously sucking walls of her naked cunt hotly around the stiffened
crimson length of his rapaciously piercing animal-cock, a cry of soul-stirring bliss
gasping from her lips... she was lost! Totally and wonderfully lost, and she loved every
second of it! This could be the last day of her life and she knew it, but it didn't matter
at this second... nothing mattered!
She could feel herself deliciously near the unmistakable pinnacle of total fulfillment, and
she ground her absolute nakedness up hard to meet his wildly frantic thrusts. Her
erotically seething loins prickled with the jabs of a million dancing needles of sheer lust;
her sensuously quivering belly was filled with the erotic promise of a real, satisfying
orgasm... a wild, savage mingling of their two frenzied climaxes! She strained beneath
her panting animal-lover as she watched his wetly gleaming animal-cock vanishing
furiously again and again into the hair-lined pouting lips of her cunt! Her thighs were
widely spread and her buttocks upthrust wildly as she gasped at the feel of her own
pink cuntal flesh being pulled clingingly out with his out-thrusts, then disappearing up
inside her again with his thrusting humping movement, his heavy cum-bloated testicles
smacking lewdly against the tingling, perspiration-drenched crevice of her obscenely
grinding buttocks. Her huge breasts were swelled even larger and they bounced about
tantalizingly on her chest as she squirmed in rhythm to his wondrous animal fucking.
"Yes, yes, my lover... fuck me like that! It's so good! So deep! Yes, yessss!" She reached
up to him, and as every eye in the dim cabin room watched incredulously, she pulled
his huge furry head down to hers and showered him with wet loving kisses. Her
sensually-contorted face wailed out a guttural, animalish cry that seemed to come from
deep in her belly as if the pistoning of his frenetic cock-thrusts was driving it from her.
"Kiss me, lover... kiss your sweet Bonnie before I scream!"
His long thick tongue suddenly thrust into the heat of her lust-moistened mouth,
brushing her own tongue as it searched deeply almost into the far reaches of her throat.
She sucked on it wildly, unbridled bestial lust in total possession of her body and soul.
Her toes curled against the soles of her feet as every single pore of her being raced
forward toward the shattering moment of climax she could feel was so close. With his
tongue there between her lips, it was like being fucked in both ends at once. Melinda
had nothing on her, she was doing it, too! Her beautiful animal-lover was giving her all
a girl could ever hope for... and more!
Only a few seconds more... yes, yes... ! And then it hit her like the shock-wave of an
atomic blast! She shrieked like a banshee, and her body contorted with wild,
uncontrollable sexual bliss;' she was nearly bent double in ecstatic submission, her loins
twisting and writhing with excruciating joy. Salaciously, her vaginal sheath constricted
even tighter and undulated ecstatically along the length of his scarlet, dripping dogcock. 
He answered her with an even faster, stronger rhythm, and then he was
cumming, too. Spurt after gushing spurt of boiling hot animal-cum that sloshed deeply
inside her.
Bonnie screamed chokingly again, her smoothly tensed buttocks beginning to contract
convulsively in a milking movement as his lewd animal eruption filled her to the
bursting point! King pulled his tongue wetly out of her still-sucking mouth and her
long blonde hair flailed wildly on the dirty cabin floor as she shuddered from the lewd
combination of their mingled orgasmic juices warmly trickling from the ravaged pink
lips of her widely-stretched vagina and oozing down the insides of her supple white
thighs. Another groan escaped her lips, softer this time, and then she allowed her legs
to fall, puppet-fashion in jerking movements, until they reached the floor, and a soul
felt sigh left her throat as she felt the slithering wetness of his softening animal-cock
escaping the still-nibbling grip of her pouting pussy-lips. A collective gasp of breath
seemed to rise up from the convicts and the other two girls, mute witnesses to all of this
and still stunned and mesmerized by the sheer wanton splendor of this lewd bestial
coupling. All three of the men were already thinking the same thought... which of them
would be the first to give this little number a real tumble? Maybe a three way fucking to
make it more exciting!


Chapter 10

From their silent positions nearly a hundred yards up the steep mountainside, the run
down cabin was nothing more than a ruin. A pile of rotting logs and overgrown laurel,
with only the incongruous presence of the old sedan to give it away. Captain Amos
Parker and his men, fifteen of his best, plus five sharpshooters on loan from the
Highway Patrol, were dog-tired after a night of the chase. Mile after mile of silent
running in their Prison Department four-wheel-drive vehicles, unable to use headlights
or even light up a cigarette for fear someone in the convicts' car might spot them
coming. All of them were covered with grime and sweat-soaked, but it all seemed worth
it somehow. They were here and there was no way out for these guard-murdering
bastards! And stupid bastards at that... to think that a team of professional prison
officers, hardened and razorsharp from countless days and nights of roaming these
mountains in search of escaped killers and thieves would be outwitted by an amateurish
stunt like blaze marks on trees! Sure, they were clever markings, but it had taken Jack
Redfeather, a full-blooded Cherokee and full-time prison guard, less than a half hour to
find their trail in the forest and then to discover the markings on the strategic trees.
Once he had radioed his findings back to the camp, the posse was hastily assembled
and under way. There was a blood-lust filling these men – Al Yates was well liked by
everyone, and the Captain knew there was a pool collected for the man who brought
Carlton Lee down. He wasn't sure he could stop the killing if it came to a fight, but he
knew he didn't want another Attica here at Athens Farm. Those hostages were his own
flesh and blood, and he'd do anything on earth to free them, but he was not certain
he'd draw the line short of killing the scum that murdered his sergeant.
Captain Parker lowered his binoculars and struggled to conceal the look of sorrow and
remorse he sensed was masking his face. He was grateful this was the only pair of
glasses... at least none of the other men could see what he just witnessed with his own
eyes. He had not seen very much... but it was enough.
"Uh, is everything all right, Captain?" asked Lieutenant Jenkins of the Highway Patrol,
his number-two man and a crack rifleman. "You look like you seen a ghost... I mean,
your daughters, sir, uh, are they okay?"
Amos felt his sixty years now, as if they had been heaped on him at once. He almost
told Jenkins the truth... he had indeed seen a ghost. The ghost of Annie Parker back
like a specter from hell to torment him. God, did these girls inherit nothing from their
mother but her morals? Her sexual appetites? Merciful heaven, surely this could not be
true... but he had seen it with his own eyes just like he saw his ex-wife Annie that
afternoon fifteen years ago sprawled buck-naked with one of the kitchen boys in his
own bed. He recalled with painful clarity the words he had spoken just before he
banished Annie from his home forever, allowing her to take the only family he had so
that they would not be deprived of a mother. "... This is no life for young girls... or
older ones."
How prophetic he had been! Now those words were coming back to haunt him... it was
true, this prison life was not the life for Annie. Nor was it the life for Bonnie and
Melinda. They couldn't help being weak like their mother but he had to bear the
burden of guilt for bringing them here. Already he had lost a wife because of this place
and now this!
"Captain... you sure you're all right?"
Amos Parker nodded slowly and then raised his head high proudly. "I'm fine,
Lieutenant... just making a decision, that's all. Get your men ready and move in close
enough for a clear shot. But no shooting unless I give them the command... And
remember, Lieutenant, if we have to shoot, make your first shot count. We can't give
these murderers a second chance. This is for Sergeant Yates, Lieutenant. These men
must not leave the cabin except in chains... or dead. Come on, let's go... And get me the
power bullhorn!"
Amplified a hundred times by the transistorized power megaphone, the prison warden's
voice thundered through the early-morning mountain stillness like an approaching
storm. "YOU... MEN... ARE... SURROUNDED..." He spoke slowly, spacing his words
in that manner peculiar to loud shouting in the mountains, so that the echoes would
not run it all together in an unintelligible garble. "THROW... OUT... YOUR...
WEAPONS... AND... WALK... OUT... WITH... YOUR... HANDS... HIGH!"
Inside the cabin, there was a frantic rushing about as Carlton and Louie, pistols in.
hand, dived for the window and doorway. Tillman was less eager for a fight. At the first
sound of the Captain's voice, echoing down the mountainside like the voice of God
himself, he had hurled himself, still naked, into the nearest corner and he crouched
there now, his thin body quaking like a leaf in the wind. Carlton and Louie had
managed to get into their pants, but they were shirtless. "You... over here!" he hissed at
Melinda, who was nervously tugging on her jeans. Her blouse was on but was only
half-buttoned. When she was within reach, he grabbed her arm tightly and twisted it up
behind her back until it was painfully bent to her opposite shoulder.
"Aaaawwwwww, you're breaking my arm!"
"That's the least of what you'll get if you don't cooperate!" And with those words, he
propelled her into the open doorway, holding her firmly to prevent escape, but safely
behind the foot-thick log wall and out of range for a clear shot. "Old man! Take a look
at your daughter before you open fire! She'll be the first to get it... I'll see to that!" he
shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice cracked a bit as he yelled, but he seemed
remarkably calm and in command of the situation. Louie was obviously scared, but at
least he was prepared to fight instead of hiding in a comer like a frightened five year
old.
"All right, Lee! I'm listening!" the Captain yelled down to the convicts without the aid
of the megaphone, his own voice firm and steady. What do you want?"
"I want you and your men out of here in five minutes! Then we're coming out and
we're driving out of here! One attempt to stop us and the girls get it, understand?"
"No deals, Lee... you're a murderer and you're going to pay for it! All of you are going
to pay for it!" Louie glanced apprehensively at the older convict... so that guard Carlton
fired at was dead! That meant they were all guilty! First degree murder!
"I meant what I said, Captain! Five minutes and then Melinda here gets a bullet in her
pretty little head! You said it yourself, Old Man... I ain't got nothing to lose!"
The rifle they had stolen from the Captain's study lay leaning against the open duffel
bag, almost within Tillman's reach, but he was in no mood for using it. Carla sat
quietly against the wall of the cabin, almost in the spot where she had been left when
that despicable hillbilly finished with her, at Carlton's command. She glared at her ex
husband with a hate only a woman can feel... and she knew what she had to do. To do
nothing meant she was with him, and Carla wanted the whole world to know she had
nothing to do with this filthy, slobbering piece of shit! She sprang forward and grabbed
the rifle... Tillman turned his head in horror and a silent scream choked in his throat. It
was loaded and cocked and when she squeezed the trigger back the whole cabin seemed
to lift off its foundations. Carlton was caught full in the middle of his bare back and
spun halfway around and into the doorway. He croaked one feeble gasping cry and
clutched vainly at the doorway. Melinda, out of his grip, fell to one side and out of the
line of fire as Captain Parker gave the order to fire. Carlton, his pistol still clutched in
his hand, raised to one knee in the muddy earth just outside the cabin door, squinting
in the harsh morning sunlight. The pistol was halfway elevated when the first of a
dozen or more high-velocity slugs thudded into his flesh.' He slumped over, writhing
for a moment in the dance of death, and then he was still.
Almost at the same instant inside, when the noise from the rifle shot was still echoing
around inside the tiny cabin, Louie spun away from the window, his gun cocked for a
clear shot at Carla before she could throw the bolt on the old rifle and slam another
shell into the chamber.
Later, it would be hypothesized the sound of Captain Parker's voice brought him back
to reality – perhaps it was the deafening report of the rifle going off instead. But
whatever it was, King was himself again. He knew who these men were now and what
it was that brought him here. Snarling like the beast that he was, he bounded over
Carla in one huge stride and hurled his heavy body against the other convict before he
could fire. A scream of very real agony choked from the man's throat as King brought
his steel-trap jaws down on his forearm with the piercing strength of a drill press! There
was a loud crunching noise as the bone gave way and the pistol dropped, clattering, to
the floor. Within seconds, the cabin windows and doorway bristled with shotguns and
rifles like the quills on a porcupine's back as' twenty armed men closed the dragnet
tightly around the surviving convicts and their hostages. Captain Parker stood in the
doorway, gun in hand, like a victorious general on the field of combat.
They had won the battle. But for Captain Amos Parker and his two daughters, the
uphill struggle was only just begun.


Epilogue

The County Courthouse at Cold Gap is not an attractive building on the best of days:
Twenties' Gothic and weather-stained to an even gray-green, it looks exactly like the
kind of place that takes men in from the streets and sucks out their souls, spitting their
gutted carcasses into the cells of Athens Prison Farm or a dozen other prisons no better
and no worse. But on this foggy, unseasonably cold morning, for all they cared, it could
have been the portals of hell itself, for Bonnie and Melinda Parker were here for the
judicial hearing on the trial of Louie, Tillman and Carla. Ten days had elapsed since
their safe return home to Athens Farm, and about as many words had passed between
them and their father. Most of the time, he wasn't around at all, having told Agnes that
he had important business elsewhere. And when he was there, his mind was apparently
left behind. Or at least, it seemed so when it carne to conversing with them. Something
was obviously brewing and neither of the young girls cared to venture a guess. They
were too busy worrying about what might happen inside that courtroom once they were
called to the stand. Would they have to tell everything that happened? To a room full of
strangers? And in front of their father?
Just then, the heavy wooden doors to the closed courtroom flew open and a crowd of
court reporters and curiosity-seekers began to filter out. "It can't be over already!"
exclaimed Melinda. "We haven't testified at all!"
The familiar uniformed figure of Captain Amos Parker appeared in the marble doorway
and called them over with a wave of his arm. And he was smiling again! The first time
in days! "Well, that's it, girls... they pleaded guilty to second-degree murder. I imagine
it was a deal with the D.A. Saves the state a lot of money and gives them a bit of a
break. They'll still spend most of the rest of their lives in prison, though. Can't say that
I'm sorry about that."
"You mean we don't have to take the stand?"
A momentary remembrance passed over the aging warden's face but he recovered
quickly. "No, girls," he said softly. "You don't have to appear in court at all." They said
nothing, but it was quickly apparent why he had been so occupied these last few days...
he was engaged in somehow arranging it so they wouldn't be called! Maybe it was a
deal with the D.A., thought Melinda, but I'll bet ol' Amos Parker had his hand in there
somewhere
"And Carla." asked Bonnie. "Surely they didn't give her a lot of time, too I mean, she
didn't really have anything to do with the escape And she saved our lives when she shot
Carlton."
"Oh no, she's not going to get an additional sentence. In. fact, the judge commuted her
sentence to time already served... she's released as of today. There she is now... Come
on, Carla! We won't bite you!"
They had not seen her since the morning of the shooting and recapture and scarcely
recognized her in demure civilian clothes, a light blue jumper and a jersey top. "Hi."
"Hello, Carla," Bonnie said awkwardly.
"Well, if you ladies will excuse me... You probably have a lot to talk about. I'll be down
in the sheriff's office when you're ready to ride back to the farm. Carla, you're welcome
to ride back in my car with the girls and myself to get your things." He nodded politely
and disappeared around the corner, leaving the girl's together, reunited for the first time
in ten days.
"Uh, I guess you'll be leaving Athens Farm right away, huh?" asked Bonnie.
"Probably not until tomorrow, actually. The captain arranged some job interviews for
me in Asheville. I used to be a pretty good typist in school... before I got mixed up with
Carlton. He told them all about my record, but they're willing to hire me anyway. I
think it was his recommendation that did the trick. He's some man... Athens Prison
won't be the same with him gone."
"Gone? What do you mean? He's not going anywhere... is he?"
"You mean he hasn't told you yet? Why, it's all over the prison.. . I heard it through the
grapevine three days ago! He's announced his retirement, effective right away."
"Good grief, he hasn't told us anything about it! We've hardly been out of the house so
we don't hear much of the gossip."
"Uh-oh, I'll bet I spoiled a surprise. You probably don't know about the house up in
Evansburg then, do you?"
"What house?" they both asked at once.
"Well, don't go quoting me, but the rumor is that he's bought a little farm place up
there somewhere. His retirement retreat. He probably meant to spring it on you as a
big surprise, and now I've gone and ruined it!"
"Wow, a new house! I wonder what it's like?"
"Oh, I'm sure it's nice... Evansburg is full of nice old houses. Lots of summer folks up
there this time of year. Maybe if I get this job, I could come up and see you. Uh, are
you taking King with you?"
Bonnie and Melinda looked at each other questioningly and then broke into sly grins
together. "No, Carla, I think King will stay behind at Athens Farm... there's a couple of
hundred girls there who need him more than we do! After all, we've got a whole town
full of new men to check out. C'mon, Carla, let's go get your things! We've all got at
least one night left at Athens Farm and I know for a fact that Daddy is going to be
away tonight. We'll have to tell King goodbye, now won't we?"


THE END