THE KID-NAPPERS
By Susan Carter


Foreword

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries,
and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual
considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself.
The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will
be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an
unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual
desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would
logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a
revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers
through the ages.
"This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same
thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most
rigid moralist can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which
he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those who deny others
sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote
from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately
will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and
previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that,
in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times
discarded.
What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't
done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of
pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no
further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now
suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how
contemporary, should speak for itself.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Head-Matron Anne Peterson, a voluptuous, full-breasted blonde woman whose
youthful appearance belied her thirty-five years of age and exalted position as head of
the Allerton Women's Detention Center in upstate Pennsylvania, liked her work for
several reasons.
First, she enjoyed living in the rich greenery of the lavish countryside, away from the
cluster and noise and bustle of the big city. Second, she had very definite ideas about
prison reform and had already instituted several programs to rehabilitate her women
inmates that had proved highly successful. And last of all, she enjoyed the freedom
which her position allowed – she could work whatever hours she liked and could come
and go as she pleased, as long as the necessary work was done and the requirements of
her job were faithfully fulfilled.
There was only one drawback. A women's prison was no place to raise her two teenage
sons, fourteen-year-old Marty and thirteen year-old Billy. She missed them a great deal
during the long winter months when they were away at school, for she only saw them
during their brief Christmas and Easter vacations. But now that summer had begun,
they would be with her for over two months. And she had many plans for those
months. They would go hiking together in the nearby forests, climbing up and down
the pine-covered hills with knapsacks on their backs, drinking fresh stream water,
eating and sleeping around a campfire. Yes, the sensuous blonde was looking forward to
taking her annual two week vacation and spending it exclusively with her two
handsome teenage sons, who had come from their boarding school only the evening
before.
This day, Sunday, was to mark their first family meal together since Easter and Anne
had planned for it especially well. She had already sent for one of the women trustees,
who would prepare a very special and succulent meal and would afterwards be
rewarded with special privileges. As Matron, of course, Anne was entitled to have a
trustee cook all of her meals, but she preferred the quiet solitude of preparing her own
simple meals in the evening, which she sometimes shared with her assistant, twenty-five
year old Donna Sanders.
As she sat behind her large oak desk, Anne reflected that she had made a good choice
in Donna Sanders. A psychology graduate from the state university, Donna understood
the problems and frustrations of the women prisoners sometimes better than she herself
did.
Often, the younger redhead had offered unique and positive solutions to problems that
had perplexed Anne for weeks. Moreover, she seemed to get along very well with both
the prisoners and the guard matrons, bringing back to Anne important information
about who was arguing or fighting with who, who talked about escape plans, who the
trouble-makers were and which of the women prisoners could really be trusted. It was
Anne's responsibility to recommend to the Prison Board of Trustees which of the
women inmates should be permitted to leave the prison grounds for part-time jobs in
the local town, Hampstead, and which should be later recommended for parole, and so
the inside information which Donna often provided was invaluable to Anne in making
such important decisions and recommendations.
Anne looked up from her work when she heard a knock at the door of her office.
"Come in," she called, thinking that it might perhaps be one of her handsome young
sons. But it was Donna Sanders, her well-curved body peeking around the half-open
door.
"The cook you sent for is here," she told Matron Anne.
"Thanks, I'll be right there."
When the curvaceous Matron reached the hallway, she saw one of the blue-uniformed
matron guards clasping the arm of a frightened looking young girl of about twenty-two
whose grey prison dress hung limply on her slender frame and whose chestnut brown
hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders. The girl appeared more confused than actually
frightened as she glanced from the matron guard to Anne Peterson.
"It's all right, Martha," Anne said. "You can go now." And then to the girl, she said,
"What is your name?"
"Alice Mathews, Ma'am."
"Alice. Good. Well, there is no need to be frightened, Alice. You have been brought
here to cook for us while my sons are here visiting this summer. So you won't be
cooking in the mess hall anymore." The Matron's voice had a note of unmistakable
authority, mixed with a kind sympathy and a tolerant understanding. "And if you do
your work well, you will be allowed afternoon furlough excursions into town as an
honor prisoner after the summer is over. Is that understood?"
"Oh yes, yes, Ma'am," the delighted girl cried.
"Very well, then. Donna, show her to the kitchen and get her started, please." And with
that the voluptuous young Matron retired once again to her office.
Donna Sanders led the now relieved young woman prisoner back into the large, well
supplied kitchen, pointing out the various food and dish cupboards after which she
helped the new addition to the household find what she needed for the evening's meal.
The girl seemed to know what she was doing, and as soon as Donna was satisfied that
there were no more questions to be answered, she left Alice to her work and went back
to her own small office which was just across the hall from Anne's.
Donna felt slightly uncomfortable about being included in the Peterson family dinner
planned for that evening. True, she and Anne were, by force of circumstances, very
good "friends since they had to work so closely together. But Donna felt that, after all,
this should be a private family reunion for Anne and her two sons who hadn't seen
each other in so long. The sensuously built redhead had, in fact, tried her best to
wriggle out of the invitation, but then Marty and Billy Peterson had practically insisted
that she be included in the family dinner plans. Anne, Donna knew, would have
preferred to have her sons to herself, but the boys had been so stubbornly insistent that
in the end she had given way to their request with a smiling good nature typical of her
fair-minded and loving personality.
And Donna's discomfort was not merely concern for Anne. No, it also rested on
concern for herself. She knew that the meal would be heavily punctuated with knowing,
sly smiles directed at her from fair-haired, brown-eyed Billy Peterson which Anne might
well notice.
And sandy-haired young Billy would no doubt wriggle uncomfortably and throw shy,
coy smiles at both her and his older brother. After all, both of the boys had already told
her, in their boyish, subtle ways, that they well remembered the fateful events of last
Easter and that they wanted more than anything else in the world to repeat those
erotically exciting performances with her. Yes, like her, the two boys could feel the keen
stirrings of desire without even any physical contact... just looking at the already virile
lithe lines of their handsomely sculpted young bodies sent shivers of lust racing up the
assistant matron's spine.
Yes, vivid memories of that night-long orgy still blazed clearly in her mind... and in
theirs, too, from what they had said this morning after breakfast before going out to
play tennis in Hampstead. Only Duke, the enormous German shepherd guard dog of
the prison, seemed to be missing tonight. Donna could just picture that cunt-satisfying
beast right now, stretched out on the cool pine needles around his dog house, his
animal mind, like hers, revelling in the images of the many sexually deprived women
prisoners who came to him each night... but Donna knew that she was the dog's
favorite, the one he looked for over all others. She could always tell by the way that
gigantic beast wagged his tail so excitedly and laved his hot animal tongue along her
cheek when she came to him in the dead silence of the dark night.
Her escapades with Duke, after all, were what had led to that wild orgiastic night with
Marty and Billy Peterson. There were, of course, no men at the Allerton Detention
Center and although there was a men's prison nearby with a staff of muscular guards,
Donna had never met any men who could really turn her on. And so, to relieve her
frustrations, at first she had taken to fingering herself to cumming. But then, one night,
as she was coming back late from a movie she had gone to see in town, she had
stumbled upon one of the women prisoners kneeling down before Duke! Her dress was
bunched lewdly up around her waist and her panties were down to her knees. His long
scarlet animal cock was fucking deeply up into the young woman's wide-held cunt, her
nakedly wriggling buttocks bucking back his eagerly humping loins, her mouth open in
constant moaning mewls as he thrust his thickly turgid animal cock into her widesplayed 
cunt again and again until she had been overwhelmed with the convulsive glory of her 
orgasm.
And so, the next night, Donna had waited until everyone was asleep... and then she had
.gone out to Duke where he slept by his special dog house... and ever since that night,
she gone back to her marvelous animal lover as often as she could. It was one night
while she was with Duke, kneeling on all fours in front of him and feeling the
marvelously rigid thickness of his hard animal cock skewering blissfully into her
passion-crazed cunt, slamming in and out mercilessly as if he was fucking a bitch in
heat, mounting her and ramming in and out of her beyond control driving her to
perilous heights of sublime rapture... a sudden noise behind the passionately thrashing
young redhead had made her freeze instantly. Turning her head, she had seen the two
wide-eyed teenage boys staring down at her nakedly writhing buttocks being effortlessly
impaled by the long scarlet hardness of the mammoth German shepherd, their two
mouths open in silent fascination and shock.
She had been caught and compromised. Her only salvation was to get them involved,
too, so that to betray her would be to betray themselves...
And that was the beginning.
Both of Anne Peterson's handsome teenage sons were deliriously happy to be both out
of school and in the green, forested country-side which they like so well. They could
spend days together exploring the various forest trails, coming occasionally upon
hidden caves and lonely, ramshackle, abandoned farm houses where they would pretend
they were pioneers fighting indians and hunting animals. They had, in fact, spent all
day that Sunday in the forests surrounding the prison and there they had stumbled
upon two teenage girls from the nearby town who were enjoying a picnic with their
Great Dane dog. It had been quite an exhausting afternoon for the two teenagers and
they were still excited just thinking about the way those two girls had so willingly
succumbed to their desire hardened young cocks. Marty, especially, was proud of his
conquest, recalling now as he sat down to supper how the older of the two girls... what
was her name?... had responded so feverishly when he had let his fire-filled tongue lathe
and slave at her pinkly glistening little pussy-hole, swiping and licking at the moistly
flowing furrow until she had been driven nearly wild with inflamed passion. And then
he had fucked her! How he had fucked her!
While she was busy voraciously sucking the long scarlet hardness of her pet Great
Dane, Marty had slammed his teenage cock into the very deepest recesses of her
quivering, clinging cunt, deeper and deeper, and harder – and harder until he could
feel the scalding hot cum in his sperm-laden testicles burst into a furious eruption
through his madly jerking fourteen-year-old penis!
Billy, too, as he sat down to supper, thought about the adventures of that afternoon.
The little dark-haired teenage girl had been practically begging for it as his hot young
mouth closed warmly around her turgidly throbbing nipples while his fingers explored
the lust-moistened region of her hair-lined little cunt mouth. Images of the way her hips
writhed and thrashed, arching up to meet the exploring warmth of his fingers, swept
through the thirteen year-old boy's mind as he pulled his chair up to the table. Boy, did
that girl know how to fuck. Billy recalled the warm grasp of her small hand as she
reached down to guide his rigidly pulsing hardness to its appointed destination amidst
the softly curling hairs of her fleece-lined cunt, leading its bulbous head directly to the
warmly welcoming mouth of her vaginal tunnel. Again and again his rock-hard young
cock had fucked up into the lust lubricated walls of her wide-stretched little pussy,
banging back all the way against her cervix, until they had both been driven to the
madly intoxicating pinnacle of climaxing ecstasy!
Little did Donna Sanders know that the satisfied smirks on their two teenage faces had
nothing to do with her, or with the plans that Marty had for later on that evening...
All in all, Donna was surprised that dinner had gone as smoothly as it did – just the
usual small talk about the boys' school, their girl friends (of course, they didn't tell their
mother everything), and their joy at being home for the summer without the threat of
exams or the burdens of homework. Just the usual dinner table family talk, except for a
few sly glances from Marty to the voluptuously attractive redhead who sat on his left.
Once Donna thought she felt his strong young hand creeping up along her thigh...
toward her panties... but an elbow into his rib quickly put an end to that nonsense at
the supper table with his mother, her boss, sitting right across from them.
Amazingly, the usually perceptive Anne Peterson didn't seem to notice anything
unusual.
Of course, while the Matron knew a lot about women, their feelings and frustrations,
their problems and desires, she knew surprisingly little about teenage boys! She was
both an able administrator and a fair one, always dealing reasonably with an even hand
when it came to her female inmates. But when it came to her beloved sons, that was an
entirely different matter. She knew all the tricks and schemes of lust-impelled teenage
boys. She hardly even seemed to notice the seductive way they looked at the young
prison girl, Alice, each time she entered the room with plates or trays of food, mentally
undressing and fucking her right there in front of their unsuspecting mother!
Donna wondered if it wasn't a sore temptation to the female inmates to see the
dashingly handsome young teenage sons of their Matron constantly coming and going
through the massive iron gate which stood between them and the outside world. After
all, these women had been without men for quite a long time. Some of them had been
in the prison for nearly twenty years! And the younger ones, fresh from the outside
world where they could get all the gloriously exotic and erotic loving that they wanted,
must be especially horny! No wonder she had seen so many of them on so many
different nights stealing over to where Duke lay complacently by his dog house. What a
spectacle it was to watch them kneel in front of him and bare their nakedly rounded
buttocks to the massive animal so that he could mount them from behind and fuck his
elongated thickness of animal flesh deep up into their cock-hungry cunts!
The curvaceous young redhead often watched from the window of her bedroom as one
after another of the women inmates would enjoy the brute fucking of that amazing
German shepherd. Usually the sight of such nakedly carnal lust would incite a fiery
tingling within her own frustrated loins... sometimes she would find her hand
unconsciously wandering down to the soft supple flesh of her thighs as she watched
that scarlet dog-cock slithering into the warmly welcoming cunts of the women
prisoners... and electrical erotic shock would cause Donna's cunt to quiver and her
fingers, as if impelled by a life of their own, would begin to rapidly fingerfuck in and
out of her own moistly flowering cuntal passage...
as she would watch the massive dog shooting his hotly searing animal cum deep up
into the yearning cunts of the writhing, convulsing female prisoners, her own fire-filled
fingers would bring her love-starved cunt to an explosive flooding of passion that would
spasm throughout her entire body...
Yes, it was a very difficult life for a young woman whose desires seemed to boil over at
the slightest provocation...
Donna could feel Marty's restless hand on her thigh again, bringing her back to the
event at hand from the erotic memories floating through her mind. Glancing at him
with reproof, she slipped her hand under the table and placed it on top of his, with the
intention of forcing him to take the lust-provoking touch from the naked flesh of her
thigh. But when her hand reached his, he simply grasped it tightly and smiled
knowingly at the seductive redhead by his side. Still holding her hand in his, he
carefully moved it slowly, teasingly, along the creamy smooth flesh of her naked thigh
beneath her skirt, upwards, relentlessly upwards towards the already excitedly wettening
lips of her pussy beneath her panties.
The lust-aroused redhead choked back a deep, quavering sigh as she tried to move his
hand away from the already warmly moistening heat up between her legs. But he was
persistent, matching her pushing strength with his own, forcing both his hand and hers
ever so slowly along the silky, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Donna could feel the
tell-tale moist seepage already dampening the crotchband of her nylon panties, and if he
didn't stop soon he would drive her crazy! The voluptuous redhead turned to face him,
her eyes shining with a silent plea, her throat suddenly very dry, her hands trembling
violently.
God, she couldn't fight too hard, his mother would see!
Marty smiled, a very self-satisfied, self-congratulatory smile. Yes, he thought, Donna
Sanders was one hot-blooded woman and their night-long orgy last Easter hadn't been
a fluke or an accident! Of course, the young teenager had enjoyed his share of sexual
adventures while away at school... like that night with Doreen Evans... but those were
all girls! Donna Sanders was a woman, a real woman, and he remembered how exciting
it had been to wrap his hungry warm lips around the pliantly yielding skin of her huge,
naked breasts, taking each turgidly throbbing nipple in his mouth, one after the other,
and almost sucking the milk right out of them! God, she had nearly gone wild when he
had let his tongue tease in maddening little circles around the rigidly pulsing little
buttons, teasing and titillating them until she had screamed for him to fuck her to
satiate the burning fire raging in the passion-drenched hole down there between her
willingly spread thighs!
And so, of course, he had fucked her. And then Duke had come up and she had taken
his long hard animal cock in her mouth, as if one cock wasn't enough for her... and
after that she had taken Billy's cock in between those lusciously ovalled lips until he
and his brother and the lust-thrashing woman had all cum at once! God, what a night!
Looking at the anguished agony now reflected in her features as his relentless hand
inched closer and closer to the hotly seething lips of her fur-lined little pussy slit, he
realized that perhaps she was right in her silent plea. Already his cock was beginning to
bulge dangerously against the tight fabric of his trousers... and how would he ever
explain to his mother?
"Marty?" his sensuous mother questioned just then. "Are you sure you don't want to
come to the movies tonight? Billy wants to go!"
"No... go on. You two go. I'm... kinda tired," he replied, faking a yawn just for effect.
"All right, darling, if that's what you want. We'll all go together another time," his
mother responded.
"No – no, you and Billy go. I don't want to see the movie that's playing in town
anyway," Marty quickly replied, not wanting his mother to stay home and spoil his
plans for that evening with the voluptuous redhead by his side. "Go on. It's ok, I don't
mind."
"Are you sure, Marty? I hate to leave you here alone..."
"It's ok, Mom, honest. Besides, I won't be alone. Donna will be here, too!" Inwardly,
the precocious teenager smiled at the thought of being alone in the house with this red
hot redhead. Alone, of course, except for that cook Alice, but she would be leaving to
go back to the prison barracks to sleep as soon as she finished cleaning up the kitchen.
And then...
"All right, darling," his mother finally agreed, sipping the last of her coffee. "If you're
asleep when we get back... well, we'll just see you in the morning."
"Sure, Mom," the deliriously happy fourteen-year-old replied, sneaking a sideways
glance at Donna Sander's hotly flushed face!


Chapter 2

The dinner gong sounded as it did every evening at six o'clock, calling all the women
inmates from their cells or their odd jobs to the mess hall where their evening meal was
served. The guards on the towers watched carefully as the women filed through the
large center courtyard, keeping a sharp eye out for fights which occasionally broke out,
or for illegal passing of cigarettes or weapons like fingernail files between the prisoners.
They were so intent on carefully keeping track of the women in the yard, however, that
they failed to notice the two women who had been working outside the gates in the
prison garden as they slipped stealthily off into the surrounding grove of trees.
Panting heavily from their exerting run into the forest, they paused next to a large grey
boulder about twenty feet away from the road which led from the Detention Center
into the small hamlet of Hampstead.
"Well, this is it, Laura. From now on, there isn't any chance of backing out. If you
haven't got the guts, now is the time to turn around and go back. You can just waltz
right back in the gates as if nothing had happened. Well?" Carmen Fletcher, her long
dark hair spilling down over the dour grey dress that was the uniform of all the women
prisoners, looked defiantly out of her steel-grey eyes at the twenty-eight year old girl
who had accompanied her.
"I'm not going back," Laura Miller declared defiantly.
Carmen breathed a heavy sigh of relief, her voluptuously upswinging breasts dancing
beneath her soft cotton prison dress. She was a strikingly beautiful twenty-four year old
woman who had already spent three years behind those prison walls and who was
scheduled to spend at least another ten there before there would even be the chance of
parole. And she could think of better things to do with the best years of her young life
than to wither away without any men, without any freedom, without what she
considered decent food and nice clothes.
No, she admitted confidently to herself, her sensuously curved and sexually alive young
body was too damned precious to let it waste away back there in prison. Often at night,
when she was alone in the bathroom after her shower, she had studied the voluptuous
contours of her full-breasted body, the shapely lines of her lovely legs, the flaring curve
of her womanly hips rising to the deep indentation of her tiny waist, above which
perched the ripe full mounds of her ruby-crested breasts. No, this body was much too
good to be wasted behind prison bars. Especially when a man as sexy and handsome as
her husband Dave awaited her outside the prison walls. Seeing him only on visiting
days, and then through the wire mesh of the separating screen, had driven them both
frantic with desire many a time! And so they had planned this escape together...
But they weren't going to be stupid about it. They both knew that once she had
escaped, the police would be watching Dave like a hawk. So he would just take his time,
and in about a week or two he would quietly slip across the border into Canada and she
would meet him in Toronto. Yes, they had it all figured out...
And Carmen Fletcher wasn't about to let a cowardly little broad like Laura Hutton mess
up her plans. Actually, she would have preferred to take someone else along, if anybody
at all. Perhaps somebody with the cool nerve and quick intelligence of Alice Mathews...
usually it was Alice who worked with her in the prison garden... but Alice had been
called unexpectedly to the Matron's home late that afternoon... and so Carmen was
stuck with Laura.
And if Laura messed up Carmen's well-planned scheme, she would be very sorry
indeed.
She and Dave had worked on it for months and it was foolproof as long as Laura didn't
come to pieces if the going got rough. At best, this was going to be a fast-moving
perilous operation where perfect timing and quick action would be imperative if they
were going to get away with Carmen's scheme.
Laura looked at her fellow escapee without saying a word. At least she knows when to
keep her mouth shut, Carman mused. Any stray sound now would surely bring the
guards down on them like lightening and they would be captured and back behind
those twenty-foot high walls before they knew what hit them. As long as they were both
quiet and careful, the plan would work and work beautifully. But, if Laura had any
ideas about backing out, there was no hint of it in her steady, courageous glance now.
No, there was something else in her eyes. Perhaps it was a glimmering hope of
freedom, of dancing all night long with a dark handsome stranger... of buying slinky
clothes that would show off the ripely mature curves of her sensuous figure... and a lot
of nights with a lot of men to make up for all the long, lonely and frustrating nights in
that damned prison!
Carmen didn't know as much about Laura as she would have preferred. She knew that
for a plan this daring, she needed someone she could trust absolutely and without
question.
Someone like Alice. But Laura was Alice's cellmate, and Carmen had often heard her
friend say that although Laura might not be the world's greatest intellect, she had
enough common sense and courage to be a valuable friend. And, best of all, she knew
how to do what she was told.
As Laura crouched silently behind the rock next to her, eyes alert, ears alert, hands
steady and calm, Carmen began to think that Perhaps Alice was right. Yes, perhaps
Laura and she might have the makings of a really effective little team...
"No, I'm not going back," Laura whispered then with grim determination. "Not ever
again, I'll die if I ever have to go back there."
Laura had spent the last six years of her young life at the Allerton Detention Center for
Women. And they had not been happy years, either. If she hadn't discovered the sexual
prowess of the German shepherd, Duke, several years ago, she would have long since
gone out of her mind. Her curly blonde hair framed a pale, oval face with blazing blue
eyes and even, white teeth. Her complexion, which had always been her best asset, was
still as flawlessly smooth as ever but lacked the peachy color it used to have before she
was sent to prison. She knew only too well what it was like to spend the best years of
your youth, the peak years of your passion, behind prison walls and she would never
return to Allerton if she could help it. Her cunt was far too cock-hungry to ever again
suffer the depravation of being so long without a man to fuck her crazy up between her
eager thighs.
"You won't have to go back," her dark haired younger companion whispered. "Look
what my old man left here for us!"
Laura looked in confusion and bewilderment as Carmen suddenly disappeared around
the other side of the large grey boulder. Then she was back, clasping in her arms a
small green canvas-wrapped bundle. Carefully unwrapping it, she withdrew its precious
contents one by one as her younger blonde companion looked on, dumbfounded and
very happily surprised.
Slowly, Carmen withdrew first one pair of new blue jeans, and then another. Following
those were two cream-colored blouses, shoes and stockings. Of course, Dave had
figured on Alice's size for the clothing... but Laura was built about the same as her 
cellmate and exchanged it for the comfortable slacks and blouse. Already she felt a keen
sense of exhilaration just from the new clothing, a soaring sense of freedom that
bordered on recklessness. But she quickly subdued her excitement as she watched
Carmen slip her rumpled grey dress up off of her shoulders and toss it onto the ground.
Running her hands through her long dark hair, Carmen simply stood for a few long
moments relishing the delightful feel of the cool evening air on her nakedly exposed
flesh, covered from the brisk breeze only by her thin, sheerly revealing bikini panties.
Then, hurriedly, the escaped woman prisoner slipped on her slacks, blouse and shoes.
Staring happily at Laura, Carmen reached into the green canvas satchel to retrieve the
last treasure. Her revelation was greeted by a stunned silence and then a long, low,
whispered whistle from Laura as she stared with amazed, unbelieving eyes at the
phenomenal instrument which Carmen clasped knowingly in her hand. It was a gun, a
small, nickel-plated .32 revolver that just fit the palm of her small hand, while the other
hand held a box of cartridges.
"Now that's what I call planning," the voluptuous young blonde whispered hoarsely to
Carmen. "Incredible! What's our next move?"
"Are you sure this is such a good move?" Laura whispered as quietly as she could as the
two escaped women prisoners lay in the long, damp grass in the thick grove of trees not
fifty feet away from the chain-link gate which protected the house of the Matron. The
house was not actually on the prison grounds but was part of an adjoining complex of
small cottages where the matrons and other staff lived. But only Matron Peterson's
house was surrounded and protected by a fence.
It was a dark, moonless night. All was quiet. No sounds reached the two women's ears
except the squeak of the crickets and the thudding drum-beats of their own pounding
hearts.
"Sure I'm sure. If Alice hasn't gone back to the barracks after cooking the head
Matron's dinner, we owe it to her to take her with us," Carmen hissed. "And if she has
gone back... well, I've got another little idea that just might work!"
Both women could hear the familiar night sounds of the prison from their treeshrouded 
vantage point. It was just past lock-up time now, they could tell, by the
endless feet of the matrons stalking up and down the lonely cellblock corridors and
they could see the bright spotlights shining down from the tower to illuminate the long,
low barracks where the honor prisoners lived. Fear began to prickle at their bellies but
they lay still, very still, listening to the strange animal sounds in the forest, the faint
whisper of their own rapid breathing and the whistle of the wind through the leafy
trees.
Carmen Fletcher gazed intently, concentrating all of her energy and attention to that
house behind the fence. Fiercely determined to help break out the young cook, Alice, if
she could because of several important favors Alice had done for her in the past – like
helping Dave to smuggle in a map of the surrounding countryside – she watched the
various occupants of the large frame house pass by the lightened windows. No sign of
Alice. But then, if she was still there, she would probably be in the kitchen anyway,
which was around on the far side of the house. Of course, if Alice wasn't there, Carmen
had a pretty good idea of who to take in her place.
The twenty-four year old inmate knew that the Matron's two young teenage sons had
come to be with their mother for the summer. She had heard, through the prison
grapevine, that they would be arriving on Saturday and sure enough, only this morning
she had seen them trudge off into the woods together as she worked outside the gates
in the prison garden. It was then that the idea first struck her. Of course, it would be
reckless to risk capture simply for the sake of hostages... but now the situation was
different.
Alice might be in there and Carmen owed that girl a lot. She was worth the risk... but if
she wasn't there... then the two handsome young boys would do!
"What's your little idea, Carmen?" the older woman questioned in a soft whisper.
"Nevermind."
"Listen, I got a right to know. What are we going to do if Alice isn't in there? I'm in
this as deep as you are, Carmen!"
"Okay, okay, just be quiet, will you? Hold it-" Carmen focused her eyes as sharply as
she could, hearing an alien noise somewhere near the house. Finally, through the
darkness, she saw the great German shepherd, tied to a chain, and that chain had
clinked when he moved. That was all. Nothing to be alarmed about. Of course, it was a
damned good thing that dog was chained even though he knew both Carmen and
Laura. You never could tell with dogs...
"Ok... it was just old Duke. Listen, now, and listen good. If Alice isn't in there, here's
what we're gonna do..."


Chapter 3

"Goodnight, Marty. Take a nice hot bath and get a good night's sleep," Head-matron
Anne Peterson called as she closed the front door behind her and walked along the path
leading from the house to her car with her thirteen year old son, Billy. Marty was, the
Matron reflected, very much like his father who had tragically died several years before
in an automobile accident. Like Pete, Marty was very strong-willed, tough-minded and
quite stubborn when he wanted to be. Probably, Marty was the leader amongst his
group of friends at school and throughout his life he would always feel most
comfortable taking command of the various people and situations in which he found
himself. Anne didn't know what Marty's true motivation was for staying at home that
night, and she didn't much like leaving a fourteen year old practically all by himself...
although Donna would be there, of course, to baby-sit him.
Watching his mother and brother drive away through the living room window, Marty
promptly turned around to voluptuous redheaded Donna Sanders and asked, "Well,
would you like a beer?"
"A beer? No, thanks, and you don't want one either, Marty Peterson. You're much to
young for that sort of thing," Donna responded with as much authority as she could
muster.
"But I'm not too young for another sort of thing," he replied teasingly, snaking his
hand around to the back of the sensuous young assistant matron's neck and drawing
her face close down to his. Before she knew what had happened, Marty had pressed his
warmly eager young lips up tightly to her, his tongue snaking out to slither moistly
between her teeth and into the warmly welcoming confines of her mouth. Eagerly,
passionately, already feeling the first whisps of molten desire tingling in her loins,
Donna Sanders returned his kiss with a passionate fervor, relishing the feel of his fiery
tongue lashing into her mouth as hers lunged into his. Immediately, images of their last
evening together at Easter vacation filled the young boy's mind, images of the older
woman's nakedly huge breasts with their lovely little pink crinkly caps and the flaming
triangle which covered the secret sanctuary of her hot little pussy-hole. Yes, he would
once again fuck her up between those luscious thighs tonight.
Finally, Donna broke their passionately lingering kiss. "Not here... not here... anyone
can see through these windows," she whispered breathlessly. "Let's go somewhere...
anywhere..."
"How about up to my room?" the teenager ventured. "Good... your room... anywhere."
Donna panted, the warm moisture from her vaginal secretions already dampening the
silky material of her panties, while a curious quivering invaded her whitely trembling
belly.
As they mounted the stairs, Marty whispered to his older lover, "Say, what was that you
were telling me about that luscious cook-inmate who came today? You started to say
something before Mom and Billy left – what was it?"
Marty held the redhead's hand tightly while the other arm was warmly wrapped around
her shoulder. He sensed already that this night would be a triumph for his awakening
manhood. Sure, he had screwed a few girls at school... and that lovely little teenager he
had met in the woods yesterday... but Donna Sanders was different. She was an older
woman, one gorgeous enough to have her pick of any guy around. Instead, she chose
him, Marty Peterson, fourteen year old child prodigy! She wanted his hot hard cock
plunging into the hungry swallowing depths of her passion-clasping cunt like a rapidly
skewering piston!
This was a very important time in the young boy's life and he well realized it. He was
now enjoying the age of sexual discovery and exploitation, a turbulent time of turmoil,
change and often bewilderment. He had lost his virginity to a sweet young fifteen year
old girl at school when he was only thirteen and ever since then it had been one sexual
escapade after another. The only thing he hadn't done so far, which he badly wanted to
do, was to enjoy an orgy like he saw in those racy sex films, two or three guys giving it
to one girl all at once, or licking one girl's cunt while another one sucked the very life
out of his cock!
Probably he'd have to wait until he was a little older for that... although he had come
fairly close to that ideal last Easter with Donna and Billy and the great German
shepherd, Duke...
"I was just going to say that the girl spends a lot of time with Duke," Marty heard
Donna saying, interrupting his warm liquid memories and visual fantasies.
"What?"
"She sneaks out sometimes in broad daylight to Duke," Donna explained as they
climbed the last of the stairs and walked into the boy's bedroom. It was a typically
young boy's bedroom, decorated with rich dark brown draperies and dark walnut
furniture with a corduroy-covered soft chair in one corner. Marty had tacked up posters
of his favorite movie stars and sports heroes so that there was no mistaking that this
particular room belonged to a teenage boy. "She's, also, been fucking your dog, Duke,
to put it more plainly."
"Really? Well, well," the fourteen year old boy chuckled. He knew that the women
prisoners must be frustrated and a lot of them looked like hot little numbers anyway...
"But how do you know she does?"
"Because I've seen her."
"You mean, you actually watched Duke fucking that girl – and she let you go right
ahead and watch?" he exclaimed, amazed and awed.
"No, or course she didn't let me watch," Donna declared, watching the puzzled
expression on her young lover's handsome teenage face. "She didn't know I was
watching. You see, my bedroom window faces Duke's dog house."
"Wow! And did she... did she do it... the way you did, Donna? I mean, did she get
down on her knees in front of him... really hot-cunted and everything?" Marty could
already feel his teenage cock beginning to lurch in his trousers just from the mental
image of that luscious young girl Alice being fucked up into from the rear, in between
the nakedly exposed rounded cheeks of her buttocks, by Duke's long, spear-like dogcock!
Donna was surprised at how aroused the young teenage boy had become already. A
rippling shiver of tensing excitement raced through her own loins as she watched that
distinct bulge beneath his trousers growing bigger and bigger and bigger. What a hotly
impetuous young boy he was! But, Donna mused, I suppose that's what I like about
him.
All his youthful enthusiasm, his impetuous recklessness, his innocent awe and wonder...
yes, young teenage boys are much more exciting than grown men!
"Yes... she really got excited and everything, Marty," Donna whispered throatily. "Just
like I'm getting excited right now." Her hand gripped his tightly and she rubbed the
back of it along his thigh over the rough fabric of his blue jeans. She felt a chilling
ripple of arousal sweep through her when her small hand first brushed across that lust
incited bulge beneath his trousers and she could feel the same ripple of electric
excitement run through Marty's body as well. Donna felt her belly tighten as she
recalled the erotic events of last Easter vacation, knowing that the same tingling, 
soulsatisfying thrills were in store for her right now!
That night had been so incredible! It had been well past midnight and Donna was sure
that everyone in the house had been fast asleep as she silently crept out to Duke's dog
house.
Before too long, she had awakened the sleeping dog and, to stimulate him to
abandoned arousal, she had taken his long hot dog-cock in her mouth, relishing the
bittersweet taste of his oozing fluids, and sucked and sucked for all she was worth. She
remembered how all that magnificent excitement that had captured her very soul as she
had sucked so hungrily on that long hot hardness, her hands reaching out to gently
tease the cum-swollen sac of his animal testicles as she felt the shudders of excitement
racing through his great, hair-covered body.
She hadn't even been aware of the two teenage boys who had snuck out of the house
and were standing nearby. She was much too enveloped in the excitement of that
moment, in the thrilling sensations of inflamed arousal that swept like wildfire through
her cock-hungry cunt. The two boys had caught her in the act of kneeling down, her
night gown bunched above her hips, and being fucked like a bitch by their German
shepherd. She remembered well the astounded looks on their handsome young faces
when she had first caught sight of them watching her cum like crazy out of the corner
of her eye.
But by then it was too late to stop. She had to have that wonderful dog's turgidly
throbbing cock inside her cunt, fucking up into her belly to its very deepest depths,
filling her with its hot pulsing rock-hardness as the two astounded teenagers stood by,
gaping with bulging eyes and wide-open mouths!
It had only been after her excruciatingly wild cum that the idea of getting Marty and
Billy to fuck her had occurred to her. And it wasn't at all difficult to convince them to
join in her little lust party! Marty especially had been easy to convince, his cock having
already grown hard and painfully aching just from watching her getting her big
beautiful tits fucked off by Duke. And Billy, as he always had, followed Marty's lead
unquestioningly. She hadn't realized at the time that this particular evening was the
younger, thirteen year old boy's initiation into the marvelous realm of sexual adventure,
that he had been a virgin before that lust-inspiring evening with Duke and his older
brother and herself.
Marty alone understood her motives. He alone realized that by inviting them to join
her, to fuck her senseless, that she would forever have a hold over them. But, he
realized, too, that they would have a hold over her, too! This way they were all safe
from humiliating exposure to their mother, Head-Matron Anne Peterson!
Donna recalled now with a trace of lingering embarrassment that she had lost complete
control of herself that night as she once again began to suck voraciously on that
powerful animal's enormously swollen prick. But she wasn't one bit sorry! Just
remembering the feel of Marty's desire-hardened young cock in her tightly clasping
cunt as she sucked on Duke's hotly lunging hardness sent shivers of excitement racing
through her loins even now! It was almost like dying and going to heaven through the
proverbial Gates of St. Peter! 
Mmmm... how lust-drenched her cunt had been as Marty first thrust his red-hot
young pole up into that warmly enveloping chamber up between her madly wriggling
asscheeks! That kid knew what he was doing, there was no doubt about that. Boy, did
Marty Peterson know how to fuck a woman! She had never enjoyed a mature man as
much as she had thrilled to the plunging hardness of his rock-hard cock slamming
again and again into the moistly clasping confines of her cock-hungry cunt!
And then Billy had joined in, at his brother's command. He might have been a virgin
before, all pure and innocent' as he claimed, but he had sure missed his calling up till
then! He was a real natural that thirteen year old as he fucked eagerly into her ass from
behind as she lay straddling out over his madly fucking older brother, below pumping
his blood-pressured thirteen year old little cock in and out of her pinkly puckered rectal
channel like a champion stud. He had nearly gone crazy, he said later, watching his
brother's glistening hard cock fucking madly up into the moistly seeping cuntal channel
of this voluptuous older woman while she rapaciously sucked on the long hot length of
Duke's mouth-fucking cock and it was all the younger boy could do to contain himself
as long as he did!
And after they had all cum, one right after the other like dominoes... but that was
another story.
Right now, Donna Sanders thought, she had more important things to do. The
gnawing hunger in her cunt that he had aroused beneath the dinner table had to be
satisfied, the tingling excitement rippling through her quivering smooth breasts had to
be satisfied somehow...
"Say, Donna... tell me about that prisoner girl and the way Duke fucked her... I'd really
like to hear. It gets me all hot to hear the details!" Marty asked eagerly as they sat
together on the cushiony softness of the bed. There was a slamming noise of a door
which they both realized meant that Alice was leaving to go back to her barracks, so
they were all alone now. For a few long moments they simply sat there, the silence of
the night interrupted only by the sound of their excited breathing and the crickets
calling to each other outside. "Come on... tell me," Marty pleaded, his arm reaching
around her shoulder so that his hand could carelessly drape over and brush against the
warm flesh of her blouse-protected breast. "Tell me... what was it like?"
Sure, I'll tell him. Get him so excited he'll burst right through his pants!
"Well... she snuck out there at night, you know, so it wasn't easy to see much... but I
heard Duke whine so I knew somebody was out there..."
"Are you sure it was this Alice?"
"Oh yes. I saw her face clearly as she left because she had to pass right by the
floodlight, you know. Anyway, I crept to the window of my room and peaked out over
the sill..." Marty sat, mesmerized, one of his hands casually brushing against the ripely
sloping mound of her right breast while her hand lay warmly on his trouser-encased
thigh. Already ripples of lewd excitement began to churn in his balls as his cock once
again leaped to vibrant life beneath his trousers.
"Of course, she looked around to make sure nobody was watching... but she didn't see
me. First, she pulled up her grey prison dress around her neck.
"You mean she was completely naked underneath?"
"Well, no, she still had her panties on. But she wasn't wearing a brassiere," Donna
continued, wondering if the lust-aroused young teenager had noticed that she wasn't
wearing a bra either! "But she took those off, soon, too."
Donna interrupted her narration long enough to pull her young teenage lover's hand
tightly against the swollen roundness of her tingling young breasts, relishing in the feel
of his fingers as they dug into her softly pliant flesh.
"Was she really... you know, built?"
"Yes... but her titties, Marty, weren't as big as mine!" A soft mewl of pleasure escaped
from Donna's lips as she felt the warm kneading of his fingers over her lusciously
succulent breasts and her breath began to come in ragged, panting spurts.
"Ummmm... yeah, Donna, I really think you have a great body," the lust-incited
teenager moaned close to the older woman's ear so that his warm breath bathed her
flushed face.
"I've never know anybody with a body as gorgeous as yours. Honest!"
Marty could tell that this voluptuous twenty-five year old assistant matron was getting
all worked-up and he smiled triumphantly in silence. Inspired by his own sexual power
over this older woman, he said nothing for a few long moments as he felt her body
squirming restlessly next to his.
His arm still draped around her shoulder, he pulled her closer to him, smelling the
fragrant aroma of her perfume and, beneath that, the delicious muskiness of her softly
smooth flesh. His loins began to ache desperately with a maddening passion to strip her
absolutely naked right then and there, ripping the clothing mercilessly from her
luscious body. But he knew that course of action would be unwise to say the least...
after all, if she got mad at him for some reason, she could always turn around with her
ripped clothing and claim to his mother that she had been raped by him. No, he would
have to take it nice and slow and easy... but she was already his, there was no question
about that... she wanted it as badly as he did! Look at the way she slid close next to him
without a moment's hesitation and listen to the way her heart was thudding madly in
her chest!
Pulling her down, Marty let his eager fingertips drift along the full surging mound of
her breast over the fabric of her blouse. He felt her stiffen slightly, her breath suddenly
coming much faster now as if she were about to burst at the seams. With his middle
finger, the fourteen year old boy caressed the softly inviting swell of her tit, rubbing the
button-like peak of her nipple through her blouse. A sudden shudder of excitement
rippled through Marty's loins as he realized that she wasn't wearing a brassiere!
Nothing lay between him and those big luscious tits except the thin soft cotton of her
blouse! And he could feel her hard, sensitive nipple buds growing and growing,
becoming more and more taut and she began to purr softly, contentedly into his ear.
"Ummmmmmm... oh, Marty... oooh... uuuummmmm!"
Teasingly, the youth tweaked her ultrasensitive nipple with his thumb and index finger
and he delighted to feel the older woman shiver and involuntarily along the full length
of her spine while a soft, murmured purring sound rolled from her lips. He found the
buttons of her blouse and easily unfastened them, pulling it back until she was
completely naked as far as the top of her sheer lacy panties. Boldly, the boy reached
beneath the tight elastic leg band and slipped his eager fingers up into the soft fleshy
crevice between the cheeks of her buttocks. With a victorious grin lighting his face
which she could not see, Marty Peterson flicked his finger against the tightly puckered
little mouth of her asshole and felt her quickly shudder with excitement – was she
thinking of his younger brother, Billy, whose rock-hard teenage cock had so
marvelously fucked her there last Easter?
Marty laughed silently to himself and rubbed the silky smooth flesh of her bare back
gently with his opened hand until his exploring fingers had reached upward to the nape
of her neck which he fondled gently, his fingers curling in the length of her soft red
hair. Now, he tugged at the shoulders of her blouse until it slid down her arms to
completely expose the upper half of her body nakedly to him.
"Move your arms, Donna, so I can see those big lovely tits of yours," he laughed and
wasn't surprised when she instantly and eagerly obeyed his command.
Her arms dropped limply to her sides to let her soft cotton blouse fall away. Marty
gasped with pleasure at the rose-pink crinkly nipples which swelled into distended
rigidity at the coolness of the night air whisking in through the open window, sending
a fresh shiver of lewd electric excitement racing up through her cunt and on up into the
excitement-charged nipples themselves. His outstretched fiery fingertip brushed lightly,
teasingly, over the softly beckoning swell of her naked breasts, first over one, and then
slowly, tantalizingly, over the other, and he laughed silently as he watched this sensuous
older woman shiver in the pale glow of the overhead light. Finally, satisfied, his fingers
opened and then closed tightly over one of the smooth alabaster globes and she
squeezed it until the softly pliant flesh oozed between his fingers in lewdly exciting
ripples.
"Oh God, Marty... oh, it feels so good... so good... I love it when you touch me like
this..." Donna Sanders moaned passionately as her legs scissored open and closed. The
muscles of her firmly rounded buttocks were clenching tightly beneath her and digging
into the soft cushiony mattress below. Donna could feel the unmistakable dampness of
her growing cunt juices spreading like a flood tide over the nylon crotchband of her
panties and she wondered if she could keep from screaming, which would, of course,
alert all the male guards outside the fence and on the towers. "Aaaarrruuugh," she
panted as quietly as she could as her young teenage lover's hotly probing fingertips
began to stroke and caress her in wickedly exciting and intoxicating places!
"Oooooohhh... you're driving me... crazy... oooohhhh... uuuummmm..." With an
obviously inflamed passion, the youth kissed her passionately on the lips. He could feel
her muscles loosen all over her sensuous young body as his tongue raced like a lick of
flame between her teeth; and she answered it with the tiny pink tip of her own!
Their hotly eager tongues licked against one another in mock battle, until finally she
gave in and his warmly probing tongue wormed its way deep into her warmly receptive
mouth.
With wanton abandon, the twenty-five year old assistant matron sucked and pulled on
the tongue of her boss' son, her half-naked body squirming beneath his with all the
frantically frenzied passion that lurked in her belly like a package of TNT on a short
fuse ready to explode.
As his anxious fingers roamed at will over her nakedly smooth skin, he could feel the
tremblings coursing through her body and he knew that his teasing ministrations of her
pussy and tits were successful, that even though he might only be fourteen years old, he
was nevertheless capable of exciting and arousing a twenty-five year-old woman to
writhing, dizzying heights of passionate arousal! She was literally going out of her mind
with inflamed desire for him and his cock lurched triumphantly, still trapped within his
trousers. Damn, what a hot little number he had inadvertently discovered in the
voluptuous Donna Sanders!
Eagerly, the youth's fingers slid beneath the crumpled fabric of her skirt and under the
tautness of her smooth nylon panties. He delighted to hear her gasp aloud and her back
arched up to greet him as his fingers brushed over the fluffy vee of her flaming red
pubic hair and tauntingly caressed the pink moist folds of her hungrily squirming
vagina.
"Mmmmmmm... don't stop... soooo nice... ooooohhhhh... I like it, little lover... like it
when you do that... ummm... Donna's head was back on the pillow and her eyes had
clenched tightly closed as her words and mewling moans poured like molten lava from
her open mouth. With the whole damp fleshy softness of her hungry, seeping vagina
beneath his palm, the youth ventured a stiffened finger between the warm pink ridges.
The redhead gasped again in pure pleasure as her vaginal lips, already moistened with
her own lust-incited secretions, pressed tightly against his warm hand. His outstretched
middle finger explored the narrow, hair-lined slit teasingly, starting far down between
her willingly parted legs with the tautly ovalled ring of her anus, then easing up over
the firm membrane of moist flesh that separated her pussy and asshole, and finally
probing heatedly between the softly pulsing walls of her cuntal cavern.
"How do you like that, Donna?" he gloated proudly over his conquest, his lips tight in
a smile of self-satisfaction, his eyes afire with his victory over this helplessly aroused
older woman. Donna opened her mouth to answer him, but a mere ecstatic moan
emerged as at that very moment Marty countered with the deliberate squirming of a
second stiffened finger into the hotly simmering confines of her eagerly aroused young
pussy flesh. "Arugh! Aahh! Owowow!" she gasped at the sudden invasion, and again
her back arched steeply up to greet his sublime penetration as he quickly rammed the
twin invaders deep inside her hungrily clasping cunt walls.
"Oh God! Oh God! It feels... so good... so good... don't stop finger fucking it... don't
stop... oooohhhhh!" she managed, finally, to mumble, her voice weak and fraught with
inflamed passion. Marty's stiffened fingers slipped now from the warm moist grip of her
cunt and he slid the fire-filled fingertip wetly along her hotly quivering slit until he felt
the hotly pulsing bud of her erotically aroused clitoris. Expertly, with his thumb and
forefinger, he squeezed provocatively at the tiny, nerve-filled little titty and watched
with undisguised delight as she writhed spasmodically beside him on the mattress.
Every single tantalizing squeeze of the super-sensitive little nipple seemed to send a
thousand volts of electricity racing through her half-naked young body as she tossed
and squirmed her feverishly heated cunt around his lust-provoking fingers with
uncontrolled and almost agonized desire.
"Arugh! Oh! Owow! Arugh! Aaarruoweie! Oh... don't stop... God, it feels... soooo
good... sooooo good... oooohhhh!" Eagerly, the youth ground the slippery little tip of
her clitoris back and forth between his fiery fingers like a precious pearl as Donna
gasped and choked beneath him, her whole voluptuous young torso alive and vibrating
with a frenzied passion that threatened to consume her entire being with its burning
intensity.
Like a woman gone wild, she ground her squirming vagina wetly against the lustsatisfying 
palm of the youth's hand. Marty, aroused almost beyond endurance himself,
continued to teasingly caress the pearly bulb of her tiny pink clitoris until the older
redhead was nearly choking with passion and desire, her throat constricted painfully
with the frenzy of her wanton passion. She could feel the explosion of all her fury
boiling in her blood, ready to erupt at any moment, ready to take over her entire body
with the rioting tumult of her coming orgasm.
Suddenly, the assistant matron's whole body jerked upward from the soft mattress as if
propelled by a rocket blast and her flesh began to quiver incessantly in rhythm with the
swelling crescendo of her explosive orgasm building to a thunderous intensity in her
tremoring white belly. Her mouth flew open and a low, guttural noise began to slide
from her tortured throat.
"Aaaaauuuuwwwwoooo! God, don't stop... don't stop... fingering my pussy like that...
please... ooohhh... God... it's... oh God, I'm cuuummmminnnnngggg...
cuuuuummmmmiiing, Marty!" The lust-crazed young redhead quivered convulsively
from head to toe, her torso inhumanly arched upward to grind against his pleasurepacked 
hand, to gather all of its thrilling gifts. Shuddering viciously, she gasped as the
spasms of her tumultuous orgasm convulsed through her half-naked body, sending her
to a dizzying pinnacle of sublime and exquisite ecstasy. At last, she gasped again and
fell back onto the mattress, her huge, nakedly upthrust breasts rising and falling rapidly,
their pink tips glistening in the dim light long minutes before gained the breath to
speak.
"God! Oh Marty, that was fabulous! Marvelous! Oh God, you are really a sensational
loverboy Marty Peterson!" she whispered hoarsely. "You really know how to make a
girl's pussy go wild, don't you?"
The sensuous redhead held out her arms to her virile young teenage lover, squeezing
her enormous breasts between them, and Marty leaned over and buried his face
hungrily between the voluptuously tempting mounds, his tongue eagerly laving the
perspiration moistened furrow cleaving them. New chilling thrills of impassioned desire
surged through her already satiated cunt and at that moment she wanted nothing more
in the world than to feel the hot hardness of his cunt-stretching young cock buried deep
up inside the warmly welcoming walls of her womb.
"Fuck me, lover-boy. Fuck me good," she whispered softly after a few long moments. It
wasn't a demand, nor a plea. Just a simple down-to-earth request and before he and his
brother had fucked during Easter vacation he would never have believed what he just
heard. Normally, Donna Sanders appeared so composed, so upright and proper. Who
would ever have thought that lurking beneath that cool, calm exterior lay a hot-blooded
creature of passionate intensity who wanted his fourteen-year-old cock buried to its
throbbing hilt up between the moist warm lips of her cunt?
Marty smiled and lifted his head from between her mammoth breasts. "Ummmmm," he
murmured as he finished stripping her skirt down over her still scissoring legs. Then,
he gently tugged at the tight elastic waistband of her nylon panties, feeling the moisture
of her lust-incited secretions as his finger reached downward. Willingly, the sensuous
redhead lifted her buttocks up off the mattress and let her teenage lover pull her panties
down over her voluptuously rounded thighs and free of her legs. She was completely
naked now, every inch of her silky smooth skin exposed to his longing gaze and tender
touch, her ripely mature body lying sprawled lewdly there beside him on the bed with
her red hair flowing down over her shoulders and onto the creamy white skin of her
shoulders and back.
The youth gazed appreciatively at the exquisite loveliness of her nakedly reclining body.
And it's all mine! Mine to lick it or fuck it as I please! The guys back at school would
never believe that he had actually fucked a seductively gorgeous twenty-five year old
woman!
Donna, for her part, was thrilled by the erotic performance of her teenage lover. She
looked up at him lovingly, gratefully from where she lay on the bed and watched with
some bewilderment as he pulled himself away and stood beside the bed. Standing there,
silently, he looked down at the assistant matron in a sort of stunned trance – even after
his adventure with her last Easter, the immaculate beauty of her nakedly sumptuous
body still took his breath away. His cock felt as hot as a branding iron inside his pants,
fighting to burst free and plunge into this exceptionally beautiful creature's hotly
waiting belly until she begged him for mercy!
Donna never took her eyes from her handsome young lover, not even for one brief
instant, as he took off his shirt and began removing his trousers. The desire for him
raged so hotly up inside of her cunt that it was impossible to keep still. Her legs opened
and closed slowly, her upper thighs gently massaging the hungry pink slit of her vaginal
flesh as her tongue licked seductively around her moist pink lips. "Oh, lover, hurry up,"
she moaned.
"Hurry up... God, I can't stand it!"
The excited teenager was down to his jockey shorts now, and Donna felt her stomach
tighten with wickedly lewd anticipation as he pulled them down over his muscled
young thighs. His erectly throbbing cock popped out like a jack-in-the-box, jutting out
to attention from his almost hairless young pelvis, pulsing and ready for action! "God,
what a beautiful cock you have, lover-boy. Now, hurry up and shove it into me...
please!" the heatedly aroused young woman moaned in a hoarse, throaty whisper that
sent new chills racing up and down Marty's spine.
The youth slid back onto the bed and dropped to his knees in front of her. Donna felt a
surge of readiness flood through her nakedly exposed flesh as she prepared herself for
the powerful thrust of his invasion into her soft-walled womb. She knew what it would
feel like, filling her, pulsing madly against the warm moisture of her vaginal walls,
reaming in and out of her madly clasping hot cunt until she was driven to the
passionate heights of pure ecstasy! She was driving herself out of her mind just thinking
about how good it was going to feel buried deep up into her cock-hungry belly!
"Oooohhhh... hurry!"
Staring with lust-glazed eyes at the bulging, purplish head of his rigidly throbbing cock,
a sudden idea occurred to the passion-crazed young redhead. "No lover – wait. Let
me... suck your cock first... let me taste it in my mouth before you cum in my pussy...
please, loverboy... fuck your big beautiful cock into my mouth!"
Marty didn't hesitate to obey. He straddled her, one knee on each side of her
curvaceous naked body, and eased himself forward until his young, sinewy buttocks
brushed provocatively over her nakedly upthrust breasts. He could feel her tiny pink
nipples harden almost instantly from the brief, tantalizing contact and then he felt a
shudder of distinct excitement crash through her nakedness beneath him. God, she was
hot tonight! She was nearly drooling to have his cock in her mouth! Her whole body
was like a raw, exposed nerve ending and now she was going to suck his cock just like
she had so hungrily sucked Duke's that blissful night so long ago! This was more than
he had bargained for!
Eagerly, Marty edged forward, his youthful buttocks grinding lewdly over the ruby
crested tips of her sensuously firm breasts, until the bulbous head of his lust-distended
hardness just barely touched the moist surface of her trembling pink lips. Donna
anxiously parted her loins then burning with the flaming agony of her lust-provoked
passion while the fourteen year old boy hovered above her, thinking of how sensational
it was going to feel when his excitedly throbbing young cock slipped down to the back
of her throat, filling her mouth completely as she sucked voraciously at it corrugated
length until all his virile young cum flooded down into her trembling white belly!
Grabbing her head between his hands, Marty held it tightly so that his thin young
cockhead lay throbbing on her soft lipstick-rimmed lips, a sticky white thread of oozing
semen, outlining a circle around her mouth. Marty knew that he was the boss now, that
her passions were his to command and fulfill, that she needed him with a passionate
desperation which was intoxicating to his youthful ego. He looked down in rapt
fascination at her half-opened mouth at the end of his painfully hardened penis and he
rocked his lean loins forward slowly so that the blunt, burgeoning head slid wetly over
her lower lip and into the warmly welcoming sanctuary of her widely ovalled mouth.
He could feel her eager, hot tongue brush tantalizingly along the sensitive underside of
his elongated hardness, teasing his lustfully swollen cock with small, stabbing little
swipes.
"Aaaaauuuurrrghhh," he moaned at the first electric, jolting contact of her erotically
provocative tongue along his achingly swollen hardness. Donna tried to moan out
around the bulbously throbbing head as the flickering sparks of lust swirled madly
trough her naked body from the first moist pungent taste of his oozing sperm. The taste
was delicious, bittersweet and warm, with a hint of masculine strength underlying its
exotically exciting flavor. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she finally managed to groan in
abandoned excitement around his fleshy, impaling organ.
His hands still gripped at the sides of her head as the seductive redhead ovalled her lips
tightly, encircling the blood-filled flesh. Eagerly, her hot pink tongue began to
lasciviously swirl maddening little circles around the purplish knob at its tip, sending
spiraling sensations of excitement charging through her teenage lover's naked body. She
felt his loins tense and heard him moan deliriously above her, his head slightly back, as
she voraciously licked and sucked at the mouth-filled thickness of his palpating penis.
"Oh God, Donna... stop... keep licking... suck it good... lick all of it... oooohhhhh!" the
youth gasped through passion-clenched teeth.
His whole body seemed to be charged with jolting electricity as he felt the grating of
her tiny white teeth along the bottom of his mouth-impaling cock and the roughness of
her moist pink tongue as it washed and bathed the smooth rubbery flesh of his passion
bloated young rod. It seemed like every nerve-ending in his vibrantly alive cock was
jumping and screaming, and every single deft movement of her softly licking tongue
sent another jolt of excitement charging through his naked, almost hairless young loins.
God, this was too incredible for words! Not even Billy would ever believe how
amazingly exciting her tongue felt on his lust-amplified cock! "Ooooohhhhh," he
moaned continuously as wave after wave of the stunning, sublime sensation swept
through his heatedly aroused young testicles.
With all the hot-blooded passion of his youth, the teenager pumped down and into the
older redhead's mouth faster now, pushing hard against her soft moist lips so that the
whole lustfully aching length of his enormously distended cock was shoved down past
her tonsils into the warm velvety confines of her eagerly gulping throat. At first, she
began to gag and choke at his every powerfully skewering in-stroke, but soon she
managed to relax her throat muscles and take his fully throbbing length deep down
inside it like a sword-swallower with ease and comfort.
Crushed helplessly and wantonly beneath the firm muscles of his naked young
buttocks, Marty could feel the assistant matron's tautly distended nipples hardened into
even greater excitement and they shivered with the rhythmic tremblings of her passion
as he brushed his asscheeks provocatively over them. With every powerful inward lunge
of his lust-hardened cock, his buttocks-cheeks contracted involuntarily, massaging
salaciously the smooth fleshy spheres of her huge, firmly jiggling breasts and he felt the
soft writhings of her nakedness beneath him.
Donna was, by this time, utterly abandoned to the supreme bliss of her passions. She
had been hungry for a cock for so long, having in the meanwhile to satisfy her erotic
appetites with the massive German shepherd, Duke. But now she had a real masculine
young cock gripped tightly in her warmly sucking mouth and she knew the glorious
rapture that only such a human instrument can bring. Ravenously, she sucked and
licked at this teenager's lust-spearing rod of corrugated flesh like the love-starved victim
that she was. God, it was so enormously thick and long! Every time his thin young
pubic fuzz and stomach slapped against her nose and lips, the magnificent, rubbery
length slid skeweringly down the inwardly milking channel of her delicate pink throat,
sending shivers of ecstasy screaming madly through her passionately inflamed
nakedness. Each and every downward fuck was a towering delight to the impassioned
young assistant matron, every crashing contact of the bulbously blunt head against the
back of her throat a mind-boggling delight and she hungered for more, hoping this
moment would last forever.
Her teenage lover would pull that magnificent, rubbery length slid skeweringly down
the inwardly milking channel of her delicate pink throat, sending shivers of ecstasy
screaming madly through her passionately inflamed nakedness. Each and every
downward fuck was a towering delight to the impassioned young assistant matron,
every crashing contact of the bulbously blunt head against the back of her throat a
mind-boggling delight and she hungered for more, hoping this moment would last
forever.
Her teenage lover would pull that magnificent spear almost all the way out of her
sucking mouth now, out between her tightly ovalled lips until just the lust-bloated head
was left between her even white teeth... and then he would begin that salaciously
exciting journey back into the warmly welcoming shelter of her throat. It was achingly
hard and rigidly stiff, but it felt so wonderful each time it slithered down passed her
tonsils, grazing against the back of her mouth and throat. She knew from experience
that flexing her throat muscles would quickly bring on the seething, scalding flood of
his shooting male semen as her naked body quivered madly from the flaming passions
swirling madly through it. She was little more now than a molten mass of vibrant lust,
loving it, all of it, every blood-pressured inch of that tumid throbbing shaft of flesh that
fucked mercilessly through the hotly clasping ring of her throat gullet time and time
again as though a thumb and forefinger were locked tightly behind the smooth, rubbery
head of it.
A new shiver of lust-provoked sensation shivered through her naked, sweat, glistening
breasts as she felt the first pungent secretions of his beginning orgasm oiling her tonsils,
the advance trickle of moist, hotly sticky semen that signalled he onset of his eruptive
climax. Tiny, lust-inciting droplets of the bittersweet liquid seeped from the narrow eye
like slit in the end of his desire-bloated cock and she knew that it would only be a
matter of seconds now. Ah, the sweet glory of tasting the pungent flood of his eager,
boyish sperm!
The young fourteen year old, kneeling over the older woman's naked body and
grinding the naked cheeks of his sinewy buttocks down against the warmly sweating
softness of her cushiony crushed breasts beneath him as he fucked her mouth, took the
blood-bloated head of his cock and brushed it over the provocative redhead's lips in a
lewd little circle, leaving a moist, sticky smear around her lipstick glistening lips. The
older woman's eyes were clenched tightly closed, but she could clearly feel and taste the
pungent discharge that moistened her lips, and she licked away at it voraciously with a
throaty moan that signalled the impassioned heights of her ardor. God, it he didn't cum
soon he would drive her crazy! God, how she wanted that rushing molten semen
surging deep down into her throat, feeding the impatiently waiting hunger of her
trembling white belly!
The youth, for his part, wasn't sure how much longer he could prolong his ecstasy. It
was growing more and more painful to hold back the erupting volcano of his cum; his
balls burned, aching to be emptied, and when he watched the lascivious smear that
encircled her rosy lips being eagerly and rapaciously licked away, it was all the youth
could do to clench his buttocks together tightly and agonizingly fight against the
surging flood of white-hot cum that churned and swirled madly in his swollen balls... it
would come any second now... it had to burst through... still, he wanted to prolong this
glorious moment of exquisite ecstasy as long as he possibly could!
"God... don't stop... keep sucking, Donna... God, keep it up... yes, just like that...
yeeesssss... I'm almost there... almost ready to shoot my load into your throat... keep
sucking... that's it... oh," the boy panted, gasping for breath.
His face flushed crimson from his exertions, the boy started the long slow homeward
grind, pressing the redhead's facial cheeks tightly together around it with his fingers as
he mercilessly fucked every fever-hot inch of his blood-filled cock between the tiny taut
oval of her moistened lips. The sides of her velvety smooth throat passage closed
warmly around the pumping fleshy shaft of his cock and milked it fervently. Marty felt
the tell-tale twitch deep in his loins that signalled the onrushing gush of his viscous
cum and he let out a deep, almost growling groan. Eagerly, he shoved forward,
thrusting like a madman in and out of her warmly moist mouth, savoring every single
moment of this ecstasy as his cock plunged its last lunge and he could feel the hot
gushing stream of his scalding thick sperm as it raced up from his pendulously heavy
testicles and along the whole feverish length of his lust-hardened shaft until it reached
the fleshy distended knob at the end. At last, the agonized torture of his passion was
going to be released!
"AAA-RRRR-UGH!" The teenager gasped loudly, tensed his asscheeks tightly together
over one of her tits, and then released the long-held air from his lungs as his passion
swollen balls emptied their heated load into the naked young woman's eagerly clasping
throat. The lust-inspired redhead sucked and swallowed voraciously, like a hungry tiger,
craving every single droplet of his precious fluid, hungering for it feverishly, wantonly,
lusting hotly for the very taste of his bittersweet cum in her ravenously milking mouth.
Her arms snaked up to wrap around his bare buttocks and he pulled her teenage lover
even deeper into her throat until Marty looked down at his naked victim in wide-eyed
disbelief.
Maybe I'm young, he thought, but I've been around. And I still don't understand how
she can take so much down into that tiny little throat of hers without choking to death!
Donna, a well-seasoned expert after months and months with Duke, sucked and
swallowed and licked until there was not one tiny droplet of cum left up inside his
painfully drained balls. Reluctantly, the teenager pulled his rapidly deflating cock from
between her still eagerly nibbling lips and rolled off of her. Gasping in great gulps of
air, he lay nakedly beside her on his bed, his chest heaving convulsively, his heart
pounding a staccato rhythm within his virile teenage chest.
"Jesus Christ..." the boy parted, turning his face to hers and seeing the tiny trail of
sticky white semen which had dribbled down her chin. "What a blow job! God, Donna,
you sure know what you're doing! I could sleep for a thousand years I feel so satisfied
right now!"
But Donna Sanders had other ideas for her young boy-lover. The gnawing desire
creeping through her belly had only intensified all the while she had been so ravenously
sucking at his lust-bloated hardness and now that gnawing had become a rapacious
appetite which had to be satisfied! "Ummmm... say, lover-boy, are you ready for some
more fucking?"
Without waiting for an answer, the twenty-five year old redhead lifted herself with
trembling limbs, rose to her knees and deftly threw one leg over Marty's outstretched
naked body. His arms lay at his sides and she pinned them next to his virile young
chest with the moist, softly supple flesh of her tender thighs.
"W-what?" the youth stammered, his eyes flying open along with his mouth. "More?"
he asked incredulously as he looked up at Donna's curl-fringed cunt hovering over his
face, lewdly teasing back and forth.
"Have I got a treat in store for you, Marty Peterson," the young redhead exclaimed
excitedly. "Besides, you've got me so worked up I can't stand it. Time for me to have a
little satisfaction, too. So now it's your turn, lover-boy, so get ready!"
Her cheeks were flushed with the ardor of her passion and she knew her provocatively
whispered words had raised a new tremor of desire in her youthful lover. She could see
his eyes bulging wide with lustful anticipation and she smiled as she moaned hoarsely,
"I'm burning up inside, lover... I want you to lick my cunt to put out that fire... lick me
good, Marty... my cunt is so hot for your tongue..." The boy's bulging eyes were still
wide with astonishment when the naked young redhead thrust her lust-moistened
cuntal split forward and covered his half opened lips with the sweet womanly aroma of
her quivering pink pussy flesh. The youth hesitated for one brief moment from the
sheer surprise of her request, but then his lips opened and he snaked his fiery tongue
up between them an on into the hotly eager flesh of her simmering cuntal dampness. A
groan rippled from the older woman's belly at the first electric-like contact of his hotly
probing tongue against her passionately aroused flesh and she threw her flaming red
head back in wild abandoned pleasure.
Donna closed her eyes and she felt herself drifting towards that private pleasure realm
where her sexual deliverance awaited her lust-charged young body. She moaned a soft,
soul-inspired cry over and over again in a lilting, sing-song rhythm as his fire-filled
tongue and lips moved lovingly, caressing the soft inner pinkness of her wide-splayed
and lust-swollen pussy lips.
"Oooohhh... aaahhh... uuummmmm... eeeeee..." she crooned lustfully from the depths
of her lust-filled soul.
Moving her head backward and upward, Marty managed to urge his tongue through
the moist furfow of her quivering hot vagina, parting the softly curling pubic fleece as
he laved upward toward the shimmering pearl of her tiny erect clitoris. Even in her
madly aroused state, a fresh gasping cry of exquisite ecstasy erupted from parted lips as
his flame-licking tongue swept over the small distended knob and sent a shattering
explosion of wildly erotic sensations blasting through her nakedly fevered young body.
"Arugh! Arugh! Ooooowwwweiiaaiieee! Urph! Arugh! Ooooooeeeeee!"
With madly abandoned passion, she ground her hungry loins lasciviously down at her
teenage lover, his face now almost completely hidden between the smooth creamy flesh
of her thighs. Marty responded with a frantic, fevered devouring of her juicy cuntal
treasures, his thin wet tongue swirling provocatively from side to side between the
moist, fleshy lips of her vagina, pausing now and again to salaciously circle the oily
marble of her super-sensitive clitoris. Donna was totally lost now to the overpowering
sensations of her lust, abandoned unhesitatingly to the primitive desires that seized
every cell of her nakedly writhing body. She didn't even care now if his mother, Anne
and brother Billy came home to discover her wanton act of lust with this fourteen-year
old boy. She didn't care about anything at all in the entire world except the magic
marvel of his fiery tongue hotly licking and sucking at her flame-devoured cunt,
inspiring wildly salacious pleasures throughout her entire body. She sensed nothing
except the sublimely wicked sensations of arousal that radiated from her tongue-fucked
cunt making her entire body one large and quivering mass of erotic hunger that was
almost too strong to be satisfied.
Marty quickly realized how wildly excited his older lover had become and his lips
fastened even more tightly on the gem-like bud of her wetly glistening clitoris. He
sucked the hotly throbbing little tit ravenously until the very muscles of his mouth
ached from the strenuous lust-arousing movements of his eager lips and fiery young
tongue. His nibbling teeth grazed the insanely excited pink flesh of her hardened
clitoris and Donna moaned and cried continuously with abandoned lust above his
nakedness. Finally, with a soul-tearing cry of exquisite ecstasy, she began to throw her
flaming red head from side to side like a crazed animal and screamed out the vibrant
intensity of her orgasm into the stillness of the night.
Neither Donna nor Marty realized that her wanton scream of passionate abandon was
heard by two escaped women convicts laying outside of the house in the tall grass... but
they dismissed the cry, even though it sounded like it came from the house, as the wild
night cry of some animal in the forest behind them.
Marty heard her cry but ignored it, his whole head between her squirming fleshy
thighs, totally absorbed in his erotic task. His mind was a dazed mass of insane lust as
he felt her body-shuddering climax ripple through her naked flesh. Feverishly, like a
madman, he continued his furious, feverish sucking at her hotly grinding pussy-hole
while his mouth drank in the wet, warm juices of her climaxing pleasure. He continued
and continued, his lips and tongue working demonically on her pinkly quivering
vaginal flesh, his tongue spearing and lunging into the lust-drenched channel of her
madly seeping cunt as spiraling convulsions of her blessed release continued to rack her
naked body above his.
Wave after wave of glorious climax swept through Donna Sanders, driving her to the
very pinnacle of erotic ecstasy and holding her there for several long moments.
Finally, the fourteen-year-old boy was forced to stop from sheer exhaustion. His older
lover pulled her satiated, now more gently quivering cuntal softness away from his
cum-glistening mouth and, moments later, she was beside him on the bed, her naked
tremulous breasts rearing on her heaving chest as she happily basked in the warm and
fulfilling afterglow of her wild, sensual orgasm.
Yes, she mused to herself, young teenage boys were really the best lovers. They had
never, to her experience, displayed the sometimes brutal force of older men, nor had
they ingrained and stubborn habits which sometimes made love-making with older men
more of a drudge than a pleasure. Besides, the innocence and inexperience of young
boys was somehow touching, exciting, almost intoxicating. And flattering. To think that
a mere fourteen year old boy, who could exploit the sexual adventurousness and
recklessness of lithe young girls would instead prefer a mature, older woman, was the
highest form of flattery that Donna Sanders could imagine.
She looked over at her naked young lover, who was sweating profusely. He was still
completely .aroused from the vicarious excitement of his older lover's sexual frenzy and
moved quickly to roll over onto her still trembling naked body. The sumptuous
assistant warden offered no resistance as he levered her long sensuous legs back up hard
against her pink-nippled breasts. In fact, she moaned eagerly and impatiently as she felt
the hard, hot poker of his long stiffened cock slide lubriciously between the moistly
beckoning lips of her eagerly flowering vagina.
"Now it's my turn," the boy whispered hoarsely, his hot breath bathing Donna's flushed
cheeks. "Now I'm going to fuck you, Donna, like you've never been fucked before!"
"Oh yes, Marty! Yes!" the voluptuous redhead cried, feeling that old familiar quivering
beginning to stir deep in her belly. "Fuck me now! Fill me with your long hard cock!
Oh, yes! Yes! God, how I want you to fuck me!"
Donna couldn't count the number of orgasms she had enjoyed when she heard Matron
Peterson's car pulling into the driveway. Panting, her body glistening with sweat, she
turned to the rasping figure by her side and whispered, "The party's over, Marty,
darling. At least for tonight..."


Chapter 4

Donna Sanders had dressed quickly and was just about to leave Marty Peterson's
bedroom when she paused by the open door. She knew she had to get down the
hallway and into her own room before the youth's mother, Matron Anne Peterson,
entered the house. She hadn't a moment to lose, and yet she couldn't restrain herself
from stopping for one brief instant to admire the nakedly glistening body of her
fourteen-year-old lover which still lay sprawled on the rumpled bed.
"You'd better get that big cock of yours down before your mother comes upstairs," she
laughed, wanting desperately to go back to him, to take that long hot shaft of teenage
flesh in her gently caressing hands until...
But there would be time enough for that later. Right now she had to hurry along to her
own bedroom before the boy's mother and brother came into the house. Again,
however, she stopped, this time by the sound of the young boy's voice calling to her.
"Donna?"
"Yes?"
For a long moment, the boy said nothing. He merely smiled, a broad, self-satisfied grin
that seemed to light his entire smooth young face. Then, at long last, he murmured,
"Tomorrow night maybe Billy could join us, too. He's gonna be really sore at me when
I tell him about fucking you tonight. So tomorrow night..." Now it was the older
redhead's turn to smile broadly with excited anticipation. "Yes. Tomorrow night. With
Billy. The more the merrier!"
As Anne Peterson climbed the steps to the brightly-lighted front door of her house, her
arm wrapped around the shoulders of her handsome thirteen year-old son, she reflected
how fortunate she was to have two such well-behaved and handsome young sons. Like
their late father, they were both easy-going, good-natured boys and she looked forward
to spending the two and one half months of their summer vacation with them.
As she reached out to slide her key into the lock, she paused. Something cold and
ominous passed through her voluptuous body and she felt a chill of doom run up and
down her spine.
Her son noticed this sudden change, and, looking up, saw an expression of fear and
dread sweeping mysteriously over her face. "Mom... what's wrong? Is something the
matter?" he asked, genuinely concerned. They had enjoyed such a wonderful evening
together, first at the movie and afterwards at the ice cream parlor where they each had a
banana split. This look of fear and apprehension was something he simply couldn't
understand. He saw his mother's blue eyes widen and her mouth opened as if caught in
a silent scream. Suddenly, he knew. He saw it now, too, that ominous presence. It was
moving up behind his mother. He tried to cry out but, like his mother, the cry caught
somewhere near the back of his throat and choked there.
"Not a sound. And don't move, neither of you." The words were whispered like the
hissing cry of a snake. Anne Peterson froze. Billy, too, stood immobilized, not daring
even to turn his head to see the source of that threatening sound. Suddenly, he realized
that there were two people behind them, one of whom threw a feminine arm around
his neck and pulled him backwards. Suddenly, the horrifying truth of the perilous
situation descended on the young boy like a ton of bricks. They were women prisoners
– escaped from the Detention Center! And one of them had a gun!
Carmen held her weapon against the boy's head as her strong arm pulled him close
against her. She was careful to let the Matron see- it. "It's loaded, Matron Peterson.
And if anyone makes a false move, just one false move, this boy is going to be the first
to get it."
"Y-you can't mean that!" the distraught young mother exclaimed.
"Try me. Just try me and see if I don't mean it," Carmen spat out. "Now... open that
door and let's go inside."
As the escaped prisoner heard the key turning in the lock, she looked carefully around
her cohort standing in the shadows behind her. She felt confident that Laura could take
care of herself and that she could hold up her end of the bargain. And she knew that
Alice, if she hadn't gone back to the barracks yet, would be a faithful and useful ally. If
not, this risky venture would still be worth it...
"Nothing out there except crickets," Laura volunteered, sensing her leader's concern.
But before she entered the house, Laura took one last long look around at the darkened
towers along the prison walls. Each one, she knew, contained two or three men with
high-powered rifles and although their bright spotlights were now directed inward to
the prison yard, they could be easily swung around to expose her and her compatriot in
their escape attempt. So quiet and stealth were imperative. If one of those guards should
see them and turn his spotlight around, it would all be over before they knew what hit
them.
As the door opened, Carmen shoved both mother and son through it. Glancing quickly
around the well-lit hallway with her arm still around Billy's neck and her gun still
perched precariously close to his ear, she shot a swift glance around and listened for any
unusual sounds. But there was no sound at all. Nothing. A long corridor with two
doors off to the left, one off to the right and another at the end of the hallway.
Reaching behind her, she closed the door as quietly as she could.
With one swift movement, the twenty-four year-old woman pushed her teenage hostage
forward so forcefully that he stumbled and sprawled headlong forward onto the hallway
floor. Immediately, his mother rushed forward, bending over her handsome young son,
comforting him, consoling him, trying vainly to assuage his fear. Finally, looking up at
the two determined women who held them menacingly captive, she stammered, "Wwhat do you want?"
"Well, now, that depends," Carmen snickered.
"On what?" the frightened young mother asked.
"On a couple of things. First of all, who else is in the house?"
Suddenly, the fear-ridden young mother felt a shiver of dread creep up along her spine.
"Marty! And Billy! No, they couldn't... they wouldn't... no... NO!"
"Well? Who else is here?" Carmen roughly demanded.
"Donna Sanders... is upstairs... and... and..." But the scared young mother couldn't
bring herself to utter the name of her fourteen-year-old son who was probably, at that
moment, innocently asleep up in his room.
"And Alice Mathews?" Carmen volunteered.
"Alice?" Anne Peterson was caught off-guard. So that's why these two women had come
here! For Alice Mathews! "Uh... no... Alice left after supper. She's back at the barracks."
The young Matron was tempted to finish that sentence with the words, "where you two
ought to be" but refrained for fear of inciting them to further violence.
"Hummmmm," Carmen meditated. "Well, that's too bad." After a long and strained
pause, she continued, "Too bad for you, Matron. Now, tell me, where is your other
boy?"
All of the color drained from the fear-frozen young mother's lovely oval face. Tears
began to well in her eyes. Her hands and knees began to tremble violently. "Upstairs...
asleep," she finally managed to whisper.
"Go get him," the dark-haired young prisoner commanded harshly. Grabbing Billy
roughly by the arm and pulling him up to his feet, she drew him once more close to her
and pointed that ominous pistol at the base of his skull. "And just remember while
you're upstairs, Matron," Carmen hissed, "that your precious little Billy will be waiting
right here with me. Try to sound the alarm from up there and he's dead. Understand?"
Matron Anne Peterson understood only too well. Nodding her head, she trudged up the
stairs when a call from Carmen stopped her. "And bring Donna Sanders down here
too."
Again, nodding her head, all words caught in the choking dryness of her throat, Anne
Peterson solemnly mounted the stairs.
Moments later, the distraught young mother descended, her arm wrapped protectively
around the shoulder of her handsome fourteen-year-old son who had quickly thrown
on a pair of blue jeans and was just buttoning his shirt. Behind them followed
redheaded Donna Sanders, her voluptuously curved body clad only in a long, flowing
robe.
It was Donna who spoke first.
"You know you'll never get away with this, Carmen. Surely you, of all people, are
intelligent enough to know that this is all useless. Even if you make it out of this house
and into the woods without getting caught, you know you'll be caught sooner or later."
Here she paused dramatically. "Every single law officer in the state will be looking for
you, Carmen Fletcher, make no mistake about that. And if you cross the line into
another state, the FBI will be called in." Again, the voluptuous redhead paused before
continuing.
Changing her tone to one more pleading than harsh, she concluded, "Give yourself up
now, Carmen, before you go any further. You're only making it worse for yourself."
"Nice speech," Carmen laughed. "But I've got an idea that just might keep the cops off
my back." Then, turning to Laura who was watching carefully out of the front window,
she said, "Go on out back and get some rope. There's a clothesline out there if you
can't find anything else."
Only a few silent and apprehensive moments had passed when the blonde woman
convict returned with enough clothesline to tie up and entire regiment! "Good,"
Carmen hissed.
"Now all we need are some... towels... or something... we'll have to gag them so they
don't call the whole damn guardhouse down on us before we can get out of here. Go
see what you can find in the kitchen, Laura."
Again, the tall, well-built blonde disappeared and immediately, knowing what these two
desperate women intended to do, Anne Peterson felt compelled to try to dissuade them.
"Please, listen to reason," she urged sincerely. "It really is hopeless, this escape attempt
of yours. Sooner or later you'll be caught. And... if the tower guards see you tonight,
they'll shoot first and ask questions later. You know that, Carmen... so give it all up
now.
You haven't got a chance."
The reckless young escapee saw the tears of fear and rage welling in the Matron's eyes
and she was both intelligent and sensitive enough to realize that the Matron was far
more seriously concerned about her two teenage sons than she was about the possible
fate of prisoner Carmen Fletcher! No, Carmen mused, she would do or say anything
right now to save those two precious boys of hers. But I've got other ideas for them...
"Don't be too sure, Matron Peterson. Like I said before," Carmen said confidently,
staring directly into the young mother's tear-stained eyes, "I've got an idea that just
might keep the cops at a respectful distance. At least until we can get across into
Canada."
"Oh God!" Anne whispered almost inaudibly. These two desperate women really did
mean to take her two young sons along as hostages! And if the tower guards spotted
them, as she had said, they would start shooting... and then her handsome young
boys... "Oh no! Please!" she cried faintly. "What have I done to you... what have I ever
been but fair and honest... why... why... why," the blonde young mother repeated in a
hoarse whisper, her head shaking from side to side.
The two young boys, cowering together suddenly realized what all these words meant.
These two women prisoners were going to take them along as hostages! Hostages! Just
then, Carmen stepped over to them, looking down at them out of the corner of her eyes
and running the barrel of the small pistol along first Billy's flushed cheek and then
along Marty's. Both boys instinctively ran to their mother for protection. She wouldn't
let these two frightful women take them away into the night! Somehow their mother
would think of something... some way to save them... she had to... she always knew just
what to do and just what to say... she would sound the alarm somehow and they would
be all rescued from this dreadful nightmare...
Anne Peterson hugged her two teenage sons close to her trembling body, one arm
wrapped around each boy. She seemed to have aged at least ten years in the past ten
minutes and her head swam-madly with ideas, conflicting emotions and dizzying
speculations. If only she could somehow sound the alarm before these women got out
of the house... but the under-the-rug button was in her office by her desk. And the only
other way to cause the watchman in the closed-circuit TV room to notice anything
strange was to somehow break an electrical connection that would light on his board.
Pull the telephone out... break a light bulb... throw the circuit breakers... throwing the
fire alarm switch... break one of the front windows with the alarm sensors in them...
something!
The distraught young mother stood glaring at Carmen Fletcher, her eyes, filled with
tears, once proud and forceful and confident, were now hollow with fear and
bewilderment. Why were these women doing this to her? It was she and she alone who
had instituted so many beneficial changes for the women confined here at Allerton and
now they were repaying her efforts by kidnapping her two handsome teenage sons!
Why? Why? Oh God, why?
Carmen saw the fear and apprehension in the Matron's eyes but was not moved.
Something fierce and ruthless flickered in her dark grey eyes for a moment and then
her lips curled into a tiny smile. "Tie them up, Laura. Good and tight. And gag them
good so they won't make any noise until we're long gone."
"You, Matron, and you," she continued, waving her small pistol at the quaking figure of
Donna Sanders, "down on the floor. Face down. Yeah, that's it," she concluded as the
two frightened women obeyed her instructions. Then, as Anne looked up pleadingly,
Carmen grabbed first Marty by the arm and then Billy, pulling them roughly towards
her. She watched with a wicked smile curling her lips as Laura tied the Matron's hands
behind her back, then tied a dish towel which she had retrieved from the kitchen
around her mouth.
Afterwards, she did the same to Donna Sanders, leaving the two women helplessly
bound, lying face down on the floor of the long hallway. Anne looked up, tears flowing
down her smooth-skinned cheeks, watching as her two sons were roughly grabbed by
the two desperate escaping women.
They stood there, looking down at their helplessly tied victims for several long
moments.
Laura now held the two frightened boys, one by each arm, as Carmen bent over and
kneeled beside Anne Peterson, putting the barrel of the revolver up against her temple.
"No! No! Please, don't shoot her!" Marty cried, struggling to wrench free from the tight
grasp of Laura. "Please, leave her alone! Please!"
But Laura held him fast and there was no escape for him.
Carmen Fletcher glared down at the Matron. "Remember, Matron, no alarm until we're
safely out of here and long gone. You understand?"
Feebly, Anne Peterson nodded her head, straining to catch one last glimpse of her
handsome young sons before these two frightful women took them away, tears flowing
profusely from her eyes, her hands trembling within their bonds.
"And remember this, too, Matron," Carmen hissed close to the young mother's ear. "I
know you'll get loose sooner or later and then you'll get every law man in the state to
come after us. But the first time I smell a dog or a law man on our trail, I use two
bullets in this gun. And you know who they're for. I'll get them right between the eyes
so there'll be no mistake, you got that? Right between the eyes." Then, turning to her
tall blonde accomplice, she called, "Ok, let's get the hell out of here. But first, hurry and
check the Matron's desk – maybe there's another gun in there."
When Laura returned, empty handed, Carmen sighed her disappointment. "Ok, then,
let's go. And Laura – hit that porch light as we go out just to make sure the tower
guards don't get a glimpse of us. I'll get the light by the front gate."


Chapter 5

When Carmen and Laura, towing Billy and Marty Peterson in hand, knocked out the
front porch light and the gate light in front of Matron Anne Peterson's house, they
inadvertently set off the alarm they had hoped to avoid. Unknown to them, only a
fraction of a second later a red light began to flash in the watchroom several hundred
yards away.
It was a tiny room, measuring ten feet by twelve feet. On two walls were a series of
closed circuit television screens, showing images of various corridors and the prison
yard which guard Alex Murray watched all night for signs of an attempted escape or
any other unusual activity. Another wall housed an enormous switchboard with rows
and rows of lights, some flashing red, some not flashing at all. The entire bottom row of
lights, usually unlit, were connected to various alarms at Matron Peterson's house. No
expense had been spared by the state to monitor the activities of the several hundred
inmates, even though they were women, because no one wanted any disasters or riots
that couldn't be quickly spotted and controlled.
Usually, the nights were long, boring and tedious for Alex Murray. Most nights he
played solitaire. Some nights he read mystery novels, his favorite kind of book. Other
nights he wrote letters to his brother, Tom, an army officer stationed in Germany.
Occasionally, one of the tower guards, during a break, would join him for a cup of
coffee and a fast game of poker or gin rummy.
That night Alex was thinking about his day off tomorrow. It was his youngest son's
birthday and he and his wife had planned a special family picnic along with their older
son and daughter. So, while Matron Anne Peterson and her voluptuous assistant,
Donna Sanders, were struggling on the floor of the Matron's house to free themselves
of their bonds, Alex Murray was envisioning the weekend-long outing with his family.
Working night shift as he did required that he sleep during the day so he never saw as
much of his children as he would have liked. Luckily, due to his seniority after ten years
at Allerton, he was now able to take off every weekend and he lived during the week
looking forward with happy eagerness to those two solid days playing with his children
and being with his wife.
Suddenly, Alex noticed a flashing red light on the lowest row of the board. Quickly, his
eyes scanned the TV monitors. Nothing wrong there.
Everything looked deceptionally quiet and peaceful. It was several long moments later
when he realized that the lower row of lights were devoted exclusively to the home of
Matron Anne Peterson. Probably it was just an equipment failure. Perhaps the Matron,
as had happened before, had accidentally stepped on the alarm button hidden under the
rug by her desk. Or perhaps there had been an overload which had automatically
thrown the circuit breakers. Still, Alex mused, better to be safe than sorry.
Call the guard sergeant right away and then get back to the board in case this is the
start of something bigger.
Sergeant Benjamin Banks was a tall, dark, muscular ex-Marine who had just turned
thirty.
After nearly three years serving in Viet Nam, he considered his duties here at Allerton
practically a picnic. There was little these women could do, he often thought, that he
couldn't handle almost without any help at all! He was proud of all the medals he had
won for valor and bravery during his years with the Marines, and was also proud that
he could still shoot well enough to hit a moving target as small as a rabbit with his
high-powered rifle with the very first shot. Lately, he had been thinking of re-enlisting
in the Marine Corps because life here at Allerton had proven so placid and uneventful.
Meanwhile, he had at least applied for a transfer to a larger male prison where there
was likely to be more action.
Sergeant Banks was a little surprised, then, when Alex Murray called down the alarm.
Alex was probably right... probably just an equipment failure of some sort. Still, Sarge,
as everyone called him, gathered two other guards and set out to check out the
problem.
Not far from the Matron's house, just outside the wire fence which surrounded it and
not too far from the main prison gate, a muscular, heavy-boned German shepherd
stood with his ears pointedly erect, all his keen animal senses attuned to the strange
noises that had stirred him from his deep, relaxed sleep. Often, women humans came to
him in the night, moving almost silently and stealthily from the enormous walls to his
small dog house, but these sounds tonight were not like those familiar ones. No, these
were not sounds that would ultimately lead to those singular pleasures which the many
human females over the years had taught him to enjoy.
Duke was especially alert tonight because of the presence in the house of the two
teenage boys who had, long ago, rescued him from a cruel and heartless master and had
brought him to this place where he was treated with kindness, fed regularly and well,
and, more than anything, where, he was loved in so many glorious and delectable ways.
He would never forget their kindness to him, just as he would never forget that one
strange night several months before when they had come in the night after that special
smelling redhead who came to him so often and who did not wear the same grey dress
which all the other human females wore. She had always been especially kind and
loving to him, showing him roads to pleasure he had never known before... and then,
that night, the two young boys came too... and at first Duke feared that their presence
would exclude him from the attentions and affections of that sumptuous redhead... but,
instead, they had, all of them together, participated in one of the most thrilling,
pleasure-packed adventures the massive dog had ever known!
Duke wasn't quite sure, even now, what strange transformation had occurred that
night.
He only knew, by an intangible animal instinct, that he had to stay close to that woman
and to those boys, that he had to protect and defend at them at all costs.
It had been the tinkling sound of glass which had attracted his attention at first,
awaking him from his deep slumber which had been filled with dreams of the sensuous
young redhead and those two young boys. He had forced himself to stay awake then,
peering with his animal eyes into the darkness of the night... darkness... darkness... no
lights outside the small frame house...
Whipped now to razor-keen alertness, Duke sensed that something was wrong. Very
wrong. A sudden and painful dread invaded his instinctive animal brain. Then he heard
more sounds... wood cracking... leaves rustling... panting breathing... His keen sense of
smell detected the odor of his two young teenage charges and they were going off into
the woods, with two human females!
Just as Duke caught the scent and barely discernible sight of the departing fugitives,
Sarge and two other guards approached the small house cautiously. Already Sarge could
see the cause of the alarm – the front gate light and the porch light were both out.
Immediately, he dropped to the ground and hissed at his companions to do likewise.
For a moment, none of them moved, all their ears keenly alert for any sounds... their
eyes straining in the darkness for any strange movements...
And then they heard it. An unmistakable rustling noise in the trees behind the house.
Quickly, Sarge aimed his flashlight toward the trees. Both he and his two men scoured
the trees for any signs of what had made those rustling noises... perhaps it was simply
one of the forest animals, but they doubted it. Forest animals don't go around breaking
house lights. No, there was something out there... somebody in those trees...
somewhere...
Suddenly, Sergeant Ben thought he saw a shadow moving amongst the thick grove of
trees. Without hesitation, he took his rifle in his hands, braced it against his powerful
shoulder, carefully aimed at where he thought that shadow had gone, and squeezed the
trigger. A loud explosive sound rippled through the silence of the night, followed by a
stunning silence. Nothing. Not another sound. The guard to the Sergeant's right
quickly grabbed the spotlight and once again flooded the border of the forest with its
blinding light.
Nothing.
"Think you got 'em, Sarge?" he whispered.
"Don't know. We'll have to wait till morning to see, though," Sergeant Ben Banks
whispered back.
"Yeah," his fellow guard agreed, "too risky to go in there in the dark like this. No tellin'
how many of 'em are in there, anyway."
"Come on, then, let's get into the house and make sure everybody's okay in there," the
Sergeant finally said after another long period of dead silence.
All three men cautiously edged around the house, going to the still well-lit back porch.
The combat-veteran Sergeant hoped that nobody inside had been hurt. He doubted he
would find the Matron seriously injured, at least not from a gunshot wound because
from his perch in the tower he would surely have heard the explosive sound of gunfire.
Still, if a couple of those women, especially the rough ones, had attempted an escape,
they might have come here to rough-up the Matron just for the hell of it before taking
off...
Sergeant Banks was the first to burst through the back door. The kitchen was dark and,
throwing his spotlight around the room, he saw immediately that it was empty. At the
opposite end of the kitchen, directly in line with the back door, was the door which led
into the corridor. The Sergeant knew the lay-out of the house well enough to know that
stretching out from that door was a long, narrow corridor, which was probably going to
be very dark. If they had broken the lights outside, they had probably broken them
inside as well. Of course, the lights outside had doubtless been broken in their
getaway... but they could have left someone behind in the house, unlikely as that
possibility was.
But it was with extreme caution that Sergeant Banks slowly opened the door which led
to the corridor. Much to his surprise, the hallway was still brightly lit and, at the end,
he could see the tied and gagged bodies of Matron Peterson and her sexy assistant,
Donna Sanders. For one heart-stopping moment, he thought that they were dead. But
then he saw them struggling to move against their bonds and he rushed forward to free
them.
Helped to her feet, Matron Anne Peterson quickly regained her composure and
assumed the burden of authority that always rested on her slender young shoulders.
"Thanks, Sergeant. Now, get hold of the Highway Patrol... there were only two of them
and they left on foot so they can't have gotten too far... tell them to set up roadblocks
anyway, though... and send out the descriptions of Carmen Fletcher and Laura Miller."
And then, as Sergeant Banks turned to go, Anne grasped his arm and pulled him back.
"Sergeant, I want you to be sure to tell them – no shooting. Absolutely none. They
have two hostages... my sons."
Sergeant Banks paused, shocked, surprised, confused. Those two women... he knew
Carmen Fletcher... a trouble-maker, always had been... but this Laura Miller, what was
she like? How vicious and desperate were they?
"Matron?" the Sergeant questioned just as he was about to enter her office to use the
telephone there.
"Yes, Sergeant?"
"Were they armed?" he asked seriously.
"Yes, Sergeant, they were."
A shiver of dread rippled down the Sergeant's spine. When it came to fighting, even to
gunfire, he was certainly no coward. But these two escaped prisoners had taken two
young boys with them as hostages and he knew that would make capturing them
awkward at best.
"Shall I get the dogs, Matron?" one of the other guards asked.
"No... no dogs. They'll kill the boys if they hear a dog... or a man. This has got to be
handled very carefully. Very carefully, indeed," she concluded thoughtfully. "We can't
risk getting too close to them... we'll just have to leave it to the Highway Patrol to use
their discretion."
At last, the Sergeant returned, two glasses of brandy in his hands. He offered one to the
distraught Matron and the other to her voluptuous young assistant, Donna Saunders.
"Here," he said softly, "drink this. It'll calm you down. Go on." The two quaking
women drank down the brandy in one swift gulp.
"Sergeant," Anne Peterson said softly, "those women are dead serious. They'll kill my
sons at the slightest provocation. I want you to go out with the Highway Patrol. Just to
make sure... just to..."
"I understand, M'am," he responded stoically.
Anne Peterson walked outside into the still night air. Perhaps it would be a good idea if
the Sergeant took Duke with him... that dog knows the boys... could catch their scent a
mile away...
But when Matron Peterson whistled for her pet German Shepard, he did not come.
Strange, she thought. He's usually right here... he does wander occasionally... but he
usually sticks close to home at night...
Anne's thoughts were interrupted by the Sergeant. "M'am, Lieutenant Thayer of the
Highway Patrol is on the phone. He'd like a picture of the boys, if you have one."
"Certainly, Sergeant Banks. Right away."


Chapter 6

With only the light of the full moon filtering through the thick growth of trees lighting
the well-overgrown pathway through the woods, Carmen Fletcher and Laura Miller
trudged on and on, each one firmly grasping the arm of the two teenage boys they had
taken along as hostages. They passed a few landmarks which the boys recognized. The
meadow where they had enjoyed that delightful fucking of those two young teenage
girls just yesterday came up along their right-hand side at one point, and later on they
trudged by the state park picnic area where they had spent many Sunday afternoons
last summer with the blonde young mother. At one point fourteen year old Marty
recognized the abandoned cabin where he and his thirteen year old brother often played
cowboys and indians when they were younger, still standing as I had before with its
three bare walls and stone fireplace, the overgrowth now thick around its base and in
what was once its interior.
As they walked along, and even though it was dark, Marty was able to study his captor,
Carmen Fletcher, at close quarters as she clung to his arm, pulling and pushing him
faster along the well-worn path. She wasn't an especially tall woman but she was a
strong one, and her dark, curly hair framed a face that was very beautiful even without
make-up.
Through the "vee" opening of the color of her dress, he could catch glimpses of the
smooth alabaster skin of her firmly rounded, upthrust breasts and even the untailored
lines of her prison dress could not conceal the sensuous curves of her voluptuous young
body.
He judged her age to be perhaps twenty-one or twenty-two, but he knew she must be at
least a little older than that because he had heard her mention the nearly three years
which she had spent at Allerton.
While his brother was musing over the well-built body of Carmen Fletcher, Billy
Peterson was doing the same over Laura, whose firm grasp on his arm prevented the
boy from making any effort to escape. Laura was tall, taller than his mother, with
smoothly flowing blonde hair which reached just to her shoulders. She, too, was a
sensuously beautiful woman whose face showed none of the usual pallor of prison
inmates. Her skin, even in the dark, was a smooth, almost translucent pink and her lips
were full and sensual under a pert little nose. Once, when she stopped and bent over,
he could see through the low "vee" neckline of her dress to the satiny ripe swells of her
lovely rounded breasts... they reminded Billy of Donna Sander's luscious young breasts,
so unlike the small rounded cones of the teenage girls he knew at school! She may be a
criminal, he thought, but she sure is a well-built one!
Neither of the boys could guess how long they had been walking when they came to a
small clearing. There, not fifty feet away, sat a small, shiny red car. They stopped.
"Stay here," Carmen whispered to her fellow escapee. "Let me check it out first."
This done, the two women pushed the two teenage boys into the back seat and forced
them down onto the floor. Carmen slipped in behind the steering wheel and Laura sat
next to her. Just as Carmen coaxed the car into life, Laura turned around and
whispered.
"What we said before still goes. Not a sound, you two, not one single sound."
Carmen slowly edged the car out of the clearing, smiling and happy. Dave had done his
job well, so far. He had been faithful to her during the past three years and if things
went right they would be together in Canada within the week. And so far, things had
gone very well indeed. Not a hitch, not one hitch in their well-thought out plans!
Huddled together on the floor of the back seat, the two teenage boys first began to
become extremely frightened. Up until now, all of their energy had been expended
keeping up with the two fast-moving women in the forest, brushing branches away
from their faces, trying not to trip over the undergrowth, listening for the sounds of
dogs, of their rescuers. Up to this point, it had been like some drug-induced fantasy or
simply a very bad dream, as if they had been in shock. Now, however, cramped
together, forced into silence, each had time to consider their joint plight. And now they
began to discover the real meaning of fear!
This was a new kind of fear to them. Nothing like being afraid of failing an exam in
school... or being afraid of being caught at some forbidden act by their mother... or
being afraid of an older bully on the football team... No, this was quite a different kind
of fear, one that gnawed at your insides until your belly was tied in knots. This was the
fear of death, which seemed to hover in the air all around them. Neither of the
teenagers had the slightest doubt that Carmen had meant every word of what she had
said to their mother, that she and Laura would shoot them right between the eyes at the
first sign of a policeman or tracking dogs. They both silently acknowledged that from
now on they would do exactly as they were told and nothing else!
With only the parking lights switched on, the car moved slowly through the forest
clearing and onto a rutted, rough road which seemed to climb uphill. Neither of the
two teenage boys, of course, could see where they were going, but the car seemed to
turn and twist along badly paved they almost felt sick. They could discern the first eerie
light of the approaching day beginning to grow in the sky as they wound deeper and
deeper into oblivion along the rough road.
Carmen knew exactly where she was going. She had lived in this area of Pennsylvania
as a child and, in fact, didn't move to Pittsburgh until she was sixteen. She passed the
farm where she had grown up and smiled, knowing that she would never have to see
that wretched place again. Both of her parents were dead now so there was little chance
the police would come here looking for her, she mused with amusement, as she
continued along the rugged road in the pale light of the dawning day. She carefully
avoided anything even resembling a main road as she drove steadfastly towards the
destination she and Dave had agreed upon as her hideout until it was safe to cross the
border.
The last few miles seemed to be one long downhill glide to the boys crouched on the
floor of the back seat. Laura saw nothing by forest and farm the whole way and had no
idea where they were. But her admiration for Carmen's careful plan grew stronger with
each passing moment as she realized that a modern car would never be able to follow
them along these rough-hewn roads, which were intended mainly for farm vehicles and
four-wheel-drive trucks. And then, suddenly, Laura Miller saw their appointed
destination as Carmen carefully pulled the car off the road, parking it behind a thick
grove of trees where it could not be seen from the road.
A cave! God, no one would ever think of looking for them here! They'd check out
Carmen's old house where her husband lived, and they would probably check the house
of Laura's parents and her sister in Pittsburgh. But never would the police think of
looking in this lonely countryside or in this sheltered cave!
Carmen switched the car off and suddenly the silence seemed almost overwhelming to
the two teenagers crouched trembling together. They couldn't see Carmen pull the
revolver from her belt or get the flashlight from the glove compartment, but they did
hear her open the car door as quietly as she could and whisper to her companion, "You
wait here. I'm going in to check it out. If anything goes wrong, you know what to do."
She glanced ominously at the Peterson brothers crouched on the floor and Billy felt a
shiver of impending doom race along his spine. Pulling the handbrake securely, she
slipped out of the car and disappeared.
For one brief fleeting moment, Marty thought of escape. They could fling open the
back door and make a run for it into the thickly forested grove of trees. But he soon
abandoned the idea as hopeless. Carmen would never make it away from here alive. He
remained silent, his breathing slightly irregular, his arms and legs trembling.
For a few minutes, there was no sound at all they almost felt sick. They could discern
the first eerie light of the approaching day beginning to grow in the sky as they wound
deeper and deeper into oblivion along the rough road.
Carmen knew exactly where she was going. She had lived in this area of Pennsylvania
as a child and, in fact, didn't move to Pittsburgh until she was sixteen. She passed the
farm where she had grown up and smiled, knowing that she would never have to see
that wretched place again. Both of her parents were dead now so there was little chance
the police would come here looking for her, she mused with amusement, as she
continued along the rugged road in the pale light of the dawning day. She carefully
avoided anything even resembling a main road as she drove steadfastly towards the
destination she and Dave had agreed upon as her hideout until it was safe to cross the
border.
The last few miles seemed to be one long downhill glide to the boys crouched on the
floor of the back seat. Laura saw nothing by forest and farm the whole way and had no
idea where they were. But her admiration for Carmen's careful plan grew stronger with
each passing moment as she realized that a modern car would never be able to follow
them along these rough-hewn roads, which were intended mainly for farm vehicles and
four-wheel-drive trucks. And then, suddenly, Laura Miller saw their appointed
destination as Carmen carefully pulled the car off the road, parking it behind a thick
grove of trees where it could not be seen from the road.
A cave! God, no one would ever think of looking for them here! They'd check out
Carmen's old house where her husband lived, and they would probably check the house
of Laura's parents and her sister in Pittsburgh. But never would the police think of
looking in this lonely countryside or in this sheltered cave!
Carmen switched the car off and suddenly the silence seemed almost overwhelming to
the two teenagers crouched trembling together. They couldn't see Carmen pull the
revolver from her belt or get the flashlight from the glove compartment, but they did
hear her open the car door as quietly as she could and whisper to her companion, "You
wait here. I'm going in to check it out. If anything goes wrong, you know what to do."
She glanced ominously at the Peterson brothers crouched on the floor and Billy felt a
shiver of impending doom race along his spine. Pulling the handbrake securely, she
slipped out of the car and disappeared.
For one brief fleeting moment, Marty thought of escape. They could fling open the
back door and make a run for it into the thickly forested grove of trees. But he soon
abandoned the idea as hopeless. Carmen would never make it away from here alive. He
remained silent, his breathing slightly irregular, his arms and legs trembling.
For a few minutes, there was no sound at all except for the early morning chirping of
birds or an occasional twig snapping followed by the swishing noise of limbs flying
back into place. Finally, the voluptuous dark-haired woman reappeared at the car door,
the gun still clutched tightly in her hand, her thumb carefully easing the hammer back.
"It's okay," she whispered loudly. "No sign of anybody. Except Dave. He's been here,
all right, just like he said he would be. And he's left us a little package of presents!
Now, let's get inside – and be quick about it," she added to the boys.
As Marty and Billy Peterson clambered out of the car, Carmen handed the flashlight to
her tall and sensuous companion, directing her to follow close behind the two young
hostages.
When everyone had reached the mouth of the cave, Carmen signalled them to stop as
she went in to light the kerosene lamps. When she returned, she stopped suddenly and
whispered "Everybody down! Flat on the ground! Now!"
"Give me that flashlight," she whispered as the older woman gave the two boys a fierce
shove which sent them sprawling onto the packed dirt floor of the cave. "Watch them...
I'll be right back." Quietly, Carmen crawled out of the mouth of the cave, gun in hand.
There wasn't much light to see by, just the faint grey pre-dawn illumination as she
crawled forward, sending the beam of the flashlight around in front of her. Sweeping
the small clearing in front of the cave, she paused to listen intently. There was nothing
at first, and then she heard the sound of a twig snapping. The wary convict didn't move
a muscle but no other sound followed that first one. She never saw the pair of eyes
hovering close to the ground flickering in the dull grey light as she turned around and
crawled back into the cave, pulling several loose branches to partially cover the
entrance.
"It's all right," she announced cheerfully, her sumptuous breasts heaving upon her chest
from her heavy, nervous breathing. "I thought I heard something. I did hear something,
but I guess it was just an animal or a bird or something." Then she paused to survey
the frightened features of her two teenage hostages. Yes, it had been a good idea to grab
those two. The cops would certainly be a lot more careful now and there was little
likelihood of a gun battle as long as she had those two young boys for protection! Dave
didn't know about this part of the plan, but that was okay. Everything was okay as long
as it all worked out in the end!
"Okay, make yourselves at home," the sensuous dark-haired young woman declared.
"We're gonna be here for a while, so we all might as well make ourselves comfortable.
But you two boys had better remember that this is no school picnic. One false move
and you've had it, understand?"
Marty and Bill Peterson nodded dumbly, acknowledging their complete comprehension
of her menacing threat, their words caught somewhere in the back of their parched
throats along with their breath.
Startled by the sudden burst of light, Duke had fallen completely flat onto the ground
in the thick undergrowth of the trees. And his action didn't come a moment too son for
only seconds later that threatening light passed directly over his head but he lay
completely still, not moving a muscle of his heavy body.
He was alone now in this dark and alien place, far away from the familiar surroundings
of his home territory. His journey had not been an easy one through the strangesmelling 
terrain in the dark of night, along overgrown paths that cut and bruised his
footpads and tore at his furry flesh. Only his keen sense of smell had kept him on the
proper trail throughout his night-long trek and now he could pause to rest. He had
successfully followed those two familiar women who had suddenly taken on an evil aura
although on many previous occasions they had brought him nothing but pleasure. He
sensed that somehow those two formerly pleasure-giving creatures were now bringing
nothing but fear to his two young masters and that he had to do all he could to protect
them.
He was still confused as to what had happened and why. Suddenly, in the dark of
night, the front porch light and the gate light had gone out and these two women had
dragged his precious young masters into the forest, and then into that slow-moving car,
and now here. The massive dog knew, from both his instinct and the inbred
characteristics of his species, what his duty was and that fulfill it he must, at whatever
the cost. Duke knew only two well the awesome power of those small, shining
instruments which one of the women had held in her hand, since his former master
often cruelly teased him by firing it near his feet. No, there was no fighting against, that
little shining thing in the woman's hand so he would just have to wait. Wait and watch.
Sooner or later his chance would come and then he would make his move. Yes, then
the powerful, brute strength of his well-muscled body would do its work and he would
rescue his two young masters and they could all go home together...
The cave which was to serve as the escaped women's temporary shelter was a large one
about thirty feet long and nearly as wide. They could hardly see back to its full length
with the small kerosene light they held near the entranceway, but even the sound of
their whispers seemed to echo grimly in the hollow rock cave and their footsteps echoed
slightly as they walked.
It looked very much like other people had been there before them, probably campers
seeking shelter overnight. The floors were simply packed dirt and the walls slate-grey
rock that seemed to tower above them to the likewise grey roof as the chilly pre-dawn
breeze whistled in through the branches that partially covered the mouth of the cave.
There was no real furniture, of course, but there were a couple of large logs which
served as seats and a scooped out area in the floor with a rack over it which was
obviously used for cooking.
Carmen flashed her light around, walking slowly, obviously looking for something. No
one spoke as she carefully moved along. And then she found something she wasn't
looking for.
Huddled in a dark corner near the back of the cave was a dark-haired young boy,
probably, she guessed, about thirteen or fourteen years old. He looked like a frightened
rabbit, his clothes torn, his hair tossed, his entire body trembling with fear.
"Who are you?" Carmen demanded roughly. This was a change in her plans that she
hadn't even anticipated.
"T-Tony Jackson," the youth managed to stammer.
"What are you doing here?"
"I... I ran away."
"Away from where?"
"Does anybody know you're here?"
"N-no. I... well, I just came in here to sleep. I... I'll be on my way again in the
morning."
"No you won't," Carmen commanded, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him up to
his feet. She reassessed her original opinion now. This boy was probably closer to
fifteen, his lean young body already showing the first traces of the powerfully built man
he would someday be in spite of the petrified look in his watery blue eyes. Surveying
him from head to toe, she continued, "You're gonna stay right here with us. Can't
afford to have you caught because I can't afford to let the cops know where we are."
The boy merely stared at the gun-toting woman, wide-eyed with his jaw hanging slack.
He sensed right away that she was an inmate at Allerton Detention Center and that she
and the other, taller, woman had obviously escaped. He hadn't yet quite figured out
what those other two boys were doing there... perhaps they had been brought along as
hostages because they looked as frightened as he felt! In any event, this menacing
woman had a gun and the youngster quickly realized that he would have to do
anything she wanted from now on. Home wasn't any fun but he had the feeling that
this was going to be an even more devastating experience.
The sensuous dark-haired woman threw the boy aside roughly and continued her
search.
Still, no one spoke as she carefully poked around among the piles of small, broken
branches and twigs and Laura still didn't know what her friend was looking for. Finally,
with a triumphant grin, Carmen poked into the pile of branches and came out with a
large, army-green duffle bag and another, smaller parcel wrapped in brown paper.
"This is it!" she exclaimed happily. "Old Dave has really done his homework, bless his
heart!" Eagerly, the escaped woman prisoner fumbled with the knot of the duffle bag as
her companion and captives watched.
"Your old man is sure somethin'," Laura commented. "So far he's done everything
exactly right. You're a lucky girl, Carmen, you know that?"
"Yeah, I know it! Boy, do I know it!" Carmen replied, still fumbling with the well-tied
knot.
"Say, what's in there, anyway?" the voluptuous blonde asked, keeping a careful eye on
her three young hostages while at the same time straining to see what her companion
in-crime was doing. She had to admire Carmen, all right. This whole escape was
obviously well-planned and well thought-out. If everything from now on went as
smoothly as it had gone so far, they would be scott-free in Canada within a week. She
would go out and buy herself some fine new clothes... and then she'd find herself a nice
warm bed and a nice warm man and she wouldn't even come up for air for at least two
weeks! God, how thrilling it was to be free – really free at last!
"What's in here, Laura, is a lot of things we're going to need," Carmen replied, a
surging smile lighting her entire lovely face. "Food, for openers. Some clothes – real
decent, clothes, dresses and things so we'll look respectable when we cross the border!
Plus a little money..."
"Wow," was all her fellow escapee could murmur, as she watched her friend
rummaging through the bag, pulling out one thing after another. The first thing Laura
saw was a lovely little yellow cotton dress – she hoped that one was for her! And then
there were shoes, high-heeled pumps, not like those scruffy old black lace-up jobs the
prison issued to all the women! And stockings, too! Real nylon stockings! She saw cans
and cans of food, too, but she wasn't nearly as interested in food at a time like this
when she was seeing honest-to-God nice clothes for the first time in years that weren't
worn by visitors or that tall blonde Head-Matron who used to parade around the prison
yard all the time like a political candidate looking for votes. No, these were clothes for
her! And make-up too! He had even included some lipstick and face cream in the
bundle!
"God, Carmen! Your old man is a genius!" the stunned young woman finally managed
to stammer, her attention now completely removed from the three cowering teenagers
by her side.
"He's not that smart, Laura. I told him what to leave, you know. I mean, what man
would ever think of packing lipstick, I ask you?" Carmen laughed, excited and almost
intoxicated by the treasures carefully stowed away here by her husband Dave. "And
here's the best treat of all!" she announced with a jubilant cry. "Here's the booze, Laura!
Southern Comfort! Good old mellow Southern Comfort that's gonna keep up both very
comfortable in this place for the next few days!"
Laura was excited beyond words. Suddenly, though she remembered her three young
charges and, shoving them roughly into a corner of the cave, she bellowed, "You boys
just behave yourselves, now, and nobody's gonna get hurt. Don't any of you move a
muscle until we say so. You got that?"
"Y-yes," Marty answered for all of them, as his eyes fixed on the shining gun held still
tightly in Carmen's small hand.


Chapter 7

It was only twenty-four hours later, twenty-four nearly sleepless hours for the two
escaped women prisoners. Many times, Carmen had gone outside to survey the
surrounding area to make sure they hadn't been followed. Every new noise brought her
to instant attention, but after a while she began to relax and grow drowsy, ignoring the
noises as simply animals scampering through the trees. She slept fitfully and briefly
while Laura watched the boys, gun in hand, and then she had taken her turn while
Laura slept. The boys seemed to doze off every now and then, hovering together to
keep warm as daylight poured into the cave through the tree-covered entrance and then
turned again to blackness as the night advanced.
Now the dawn was breaking again and the faint grey light was just beginning to slide in
through the twisted branches covering the mouth of the cave. The bottle of Southern
Comfort was more than half-empty; there were empty cans of food scattered about on
the floor and the brown paper wrapping which had covered the package with their
money and new identification lay in ashes in the small scooped-out fireplace in the
floor.
The boys still hovered together in a corner, carefully placed by Carmen at the far end of
the cave, far away from the entrance. They couldn't make a getaway attempt now
without being immediately knocked down... or maybe shot. None of the three young
teenagers had any doubt that Carmen was capable of shooting them at the least
provocation. Each of them was secretly wondering, in fact, whether they would ever get
out of that cave alive, whether this hardened woman wouldn't simply kill them as the
most expedient method of getting rid of their company.
All three of the frightened young boys knew that their fate hinged on these two
desperate women. Both were tired; both had already had plenty to drink; there was no
telling what they might do. Billy suddenly nudged his older brother as Laura
approached them, swaggering slightly, holding the bottle of Southern Comfort in her
hand and glaring down at them with dull, glazed eyes.
"Anybody want a little drink? Bad manners not offering you kids a little of the booze."
Her hand was trembling from the combined effect of the liquor and too little sleep as
the blonde-haired young woman held out the uncapped bottle right in front of young
Billy's nose. Fearful, he turned his face away and hoped that she wouldn't see the
crimson flush that had suddenly spread across it.
"N-no, t-thanks..." the youngster stammered, hoping the sensuous tall blonde would go
away and forget he was there, as she had been doing up to now.
"No?" And then, turning her head over her shoulder towards her companion, she
continued, "Did you hear that? The kid doesn't want a little taste of the booze?"
"Maybe he'd prefer a little taste of cunt," Carmen laughed, recalling how long it had
really been since either of them had felt the warm heated throbbing of a real male penis
– other than Duke's – surging up into the hot, warm depths of their cock-hungry
cunts.
"These kids? Christ, they probably wouldn't even know what to do!" Laura replied,
laughing. Turning back to face them, she studied each one carefully. No, those two
Peterson kids were pretty young still. Of course, she had heard that some kids were
very advanced for their age these days... but still, what could a thirteen or fourteen year
old kid know about fucking? Their faces looked so innocent, so cherubic, so young and
inexperienced. And besides all that, she knew for a fact that they had been away at a
boys' school. That much was common knowledge around the prison. And where would
they find any girls to practice on at an all-boys' school?
On the other hand, that other boy, Tony Jackson, he might do very nicely. He was,
already, very tall, as tall as she was, and his body beneath his torn clothing seemed to
be very virile and muscular indeed. And it had been a long time, such a very long time
since her warmly welcoming cunt had sheathed the red-hot hardness of a human male
penis!
How many nights had she lain awake, dreaming of the day when she would reach
freedom in the outside world, when she would get herself a man and make him fuck
her until she couldn't walk straight? Yes, how many lonely nights had she been reduced
to fingerfucking herself to orgasm... or going out after Duke to satisfy the gnawing
hunger that seemed to burn insanely in the depths of her hotly churning cunt?
Already the voluptuous blonde escapee could feel the warm moisture of her passion
beginning to slowly seep down onto the nylon crotchband of her panties and she knew
that sooner than later she would have her way with this dark-haired young teenage boy!
Looking directly into Tony Jackson's young blue eyes, she demanded, "You ever fucked
a real woman before, boy?"
The youth was dumbfounded, his eyes opening wide, his mouth hanging slack on his
handsome young face.
"I asked you if you ever fucked a real woman before, boy. You gonna answer me?"
Jack struggled for speech. Fearful of answering yes and likewise fearful of answering no,
he felt his breath caught somewhere in the back of his suddenly parched throat and
looked to Marty and Bill Peterson for assistance. But he knew they couldn't help him.
He would have to get through this ordeal somehow all by himself.
"Well?"
"Y-yeah. I... I had a girl once before," the frightened youth finally managed to stammer.
Laura laughed wildly. "You hear that Carmen? He had a 'girl'... 'once' before! Jesus, I
sure would like to show you, boy, what a real woman is like!"
"Maybe the boy's lying to us, Laura," Carmen taunted. "Maybe he's never really had a
girl before. Maybe he just doesn't know what to do. Maybe you ought to show him."
Carmen sat in a corner of the cave near the entranceway, the pistol in her hand pointed
directly at the three cowering teenagers huddled together in the opposite corner near
the back of the cave. Why not let Laura have a little fun? After all, she had been in
prison for longer than Carmen had... and she didn't have a faithful husband waiting for
her in Canada, one who would fuck the life out of her and leave her begging for more.
She, herself, could wait for a few more days until she reached Canada and the curly
blonde-haired husband who had been waiting for her all this time. But Laura... sure,
why not let her have a little fun?
Menacingly, Carmen cocked the hammer of the small pistol and aimed it carefully at
Tony Jackson's head. "Well, what do you say, boy? How would you like a taste of good
blonde pussy?"
The boy gulped, swallowed hard and struggled to speak. "I... I... I really did have a girl
once before... back home... course, she was only thirteen... but I really did..." Laura,
standing directly above him, unbuttoned her blouse down to her waist, exposing the
soft smooth flesh of her nakedly voluptuous breasts. Jack's mouth flew open,
astonishment clearly showing in his eyes as he looked as if entranced at the marvelously
full moons of her bountiful breasts nakedly exposed before his amazed young eyes. He
had never seen tits that big, except in picture magazines! Jesus Christ, putting his head
between those big beautiful mountains, he'd probably smother to death!
"Like what you see little boy?" the sensuous blonde crooned.
"I ain't no little boy!" he angrily snapped back, already beginning to feel his fifteen year
old cock stirring to vibrant life beneath his trousers. He hadn't been lying when he said
he'd fucked a girl before and, damn it, he would be glad to prove it right here and now.
Hell, he was fifteen years old and it was time he did fuck with a real woman instead of
a silly, simpering little shave-cunted kid of thirteen!
"No? Well, then, lover-boy, you're just going to have to prove that, aren't you? I mean,
how do I know you're not lying to me? How do I know you've really got a man-sized
cock hidden in those jeans? I mean, after all, you don't expect me to just take your
word for it, do you? Seeing is believing, boy. Seeing is believing!" All the while Laura
was crooning this little speech in a teasingly sing-song voice, she was strolling
seductively back and forth in front of the three astonished young wide-eyed teenagers,
swaying her luscious hips provocatively, thrusting out her chest so that her ripely
mature breasts seemed to dance lewdly before their mesmerized eyes. All three of the
boys could feel their teenage cocks beginning to rise within their trousers, beginning to
flow with hot-blooded, vibrant desire.
Only Billy tried to quell the rising tide of his excitement. After all, these women were
escaped convicts! And they would probably kill him and his brother and this strange
other boy in the end! He and Marty could take care of this woman's lust-itch without
any problem, especially after last Easter's debauchery with Donna Sanders and Duke!
Christ, there was hardly anything they hadn't done already! But it just wouldn't be
right to go around fucking these women who were keeping them as hostages and might
shoot that gun and kill them at any moment!
It just wasn't right!
But right and wrong didn't seem to matter anymore. Suddenly, Tony Jackson was on
his feet, his hands reaching out immediately to touch those mountainous breasts which
swayed and danced so seductively before his fascinated, excited gaze. Closer and closer
he moved towards her and for every step he took forward, she took one back, stretching
out her arms to teasingly beckon the youth forward. A lewd smile curled her luscious
lips and her tongue slithered out to play roguishly around them as the boy, wide-eyed
with aroused passion, moved closer and closer towards those temptingly smooth
rounded breasts dangling so provocatively just out of reach...
Duke had eased as close to the tree-covered mouth of the cave as he dared. In the faint
dawn light, he could see through the piled branches to the inside where his two young
masters were huddled together with a strange human boy in the far corner. From his
position at one corner of the cave mouth, he could also see that human female with the
strange gleaming fire-rod and he knew instinctively that he dared not move any closer.
He had had enough experience with those menacing instruments to know that he was
no match for them, strong and powerful as he was.
So he remained crouched outside the mouth of the cave, waiting for the moment when
he would be able to spring forward through that flimsy pile of branches to rescue his
two young masters from the clutches of these evil women. Vaguely, the dog wondered
who the strange young boy was and how he had come to be there. He hadn't gone in
with the others... and he hadn't entered later. Perhaps he lived there, perhaps the two
evil women holding his young masters had invaded this boy's home. Or perhaps he had
merely been there by accident. His voice sounded pleasant enough... and since he was
huddled together with the two young masters, surely then he must be suffering the
same plight. Surely, he too must be a captive of these two evil women and therefore
comrade and friend to Marty and Billy.
So now there were three young boys for Duke to somehow rescue from the cruel
clutches of these human females, his fair-haired and soft-spoken young master, the
dark-haired adventurous young master and now this new dark-haired boy with the
gentle voice.
There was no one but him to save them. Somehow, he had to do it. But how? And
when?
He'd have to wait. He simply had to watch and be ever on the alert, trusting his keen
animal instincts and intellect to tell him when and how to make his move.
In the meantime, all he could do was crouch in the undergrowth and wait... wait...
wait...
The lanky young teenager resembled now a lust-crazed animal as he eagerly stalked his
prey, his eyes wide with passionate desire, his lips moist with the impetuous
recklessness of his lust. Carmen remained seated in her corner, brandishing her small
pistol, watching with intent interest the sexual spectacle about to be enacted in front of
her. Every so often her eyes would dart to the two other teenage boys sitting together
opposite her, and vague images of releasing her own lust with them began to creep into
her sex-starved consciousness. First, she wanted to see this youngster fuck Laura... and
then maybe she'd get a little for herself. God, it had been so long – three long years
without a cock to hold in her love-hungry vagina! Three long years! Could she wait
until she got to Canada and to Dave? Probably not, she mused, as she saw Laura's bare
breasts drawing the wide-eyed fifteen year old like a magnet!
Tony had now backed Laura against the hard stone wall of the cave. Slowly, gradually,
she slid down along the wall until she was lying flat out on the rough dirt floor, her
bodice still open to reveal the sumptuous mounds of her succulent young breasts. Tony
had followed her downward and now was pulling her blouse back over her shoulders
and everyone in the cave could see the way her excitedly heaving breasts seemed to
jiggle lewdly on her chest before his wide-open eyes. The lovely soft, full breasts made
Marty's dormant cock surge towards full erection within his trousers as he saw her
firmly erect nipples so proudly atop the lusciously rounded spheres.
Laura's eyes seemed to tease her young lover as his eyes carefully took in every smooth
skinned inch of her voluptuously jiggling tits. At last, when they were both together on
the packed dirt floor, he hooked the top of her recently acquired jeans with his eager
young fingers and pulled with both hands along her sensuous fleshy thighs and down
her long legs until they were free of her ankles. She had already taken her shoes off so
that now she was clad only in the thin nylon panties. Marty moaned audibly at the
sight of her creamy smooth, near-nakedness and Billy felt his breath catch in his throat
at the mere sight of her tremulously smooth body nearly nude on the floor beside Tony
Jackson.
Carmen now waved the small pistol in her hand as if to beckon the two Peterson
brothers and they obeyed instantly, not wanting to take any chances. As they sat down
beside her, Billy instantly felt her warm hand move along his trouser-encased thigh,
further exciting his already vibrantly alive young cock. He wanted to protest or to move
away, but one downward glance at the pistol now resting in her belt told him that it
was useless to resist so he remained still and mute as her fiery fingertips caressed his
thigh. For the moment, at least, he knew he was safe. Carmen was obviously enraptured
by the sight of Laura's nearly naked body which was about to be totally stripped and
then madly fucked by their other teenage hostage. He could tell that she didn't want to
miss one single minute of this lewd spectacle, guessing accurately that her frustrations
were probably as deep and fervent as Laura's.
It was only a few minutes later when Tony managed to get a good tight grip on the
sumptuous blonde's nylon panties. She raised her hips voluntarily as he easily slid them
down over her sensitive thighs and along her legs until they came off over her ankles.
Now the escaped woman convict was stunningly and completely naked, wantonly
wriggling her lusciously curved hips before the wild-eyed young fifteen year old boy as
she lay there on her stomach in the early dawn light which filtered in through the pile
of branches which blocked the mouth of their cave hideaway.
The lust-inspired youth seemed to be growing wilder and wilder with his passion by the
second. It was almost as if he had been in prison and without sex for several long years!
Mouthing almost incoherent obscenities, he let his hands eagerly explore every hill and
valley of her soft nakedness, squeezing and fondling her satiny-smooth flesh from one
end of her naked body to the other as Laura lay smiling triumphantly and happily
beneath him. Already her limbs were trembling with the fever of her desire and she lay
there completely unresisting as his teenage fingers kneaded and probed at her nakedly
smooth skin, a bright smile curling her lush lips and a slight giggling laugh spilling
from between them.
Billy and Marty sat in rapt amazement at the fascinating tableau before their
unbelieving eyes. They were both frightened and enraptured at the same time, curiously
enthralled and repelled in one single heartbeat. This young boy was obviously going
insane with his desire right in front of their eyes and the woman, without being fucked
by a man for so many years, obviously relished every touch of his eagerly searching
young hands as they traveled in their obscene course over her nakedly tremulous flesh.
"Hold on, lover, I've got an idea," Laura crooned, pushing him away as she turned over
on her back and spread her naked legs wide for him. "Now... this is better, isn't it?" she
mewled as she watched him hastily unzip his trousers and step out of them. Then, the
lustfully aroused young teenager slipped down his undershorts and tore off his shirt and
then he seemed to throw himself on the eager older blonde, nearly crushing the breath
from the lungs of her naked body as she found herself pinned under his muscular
young naked body.
The other two teenage boys watched mesmerized at this sexual adventure before them.
For a fifteen year old boy, Tony was surprisingly well hung. And in between Laura's
lusciously parted creamy thighs, they could easily see the smooth pink slit of her hotly
flaring pussy-hole. The widely split crevice was totally open and willingly eager for
Tony's erectly throbbing prick to fuck up into the welcoming mouth nestled so
provocatively in the sparse curly fluff of her pubic mound. Both Marty and Billy felt
that old familiar surging blood pounding through their own painfully hardening young
cocks as they gazed at the soft moist furrow of her cunt so wantonly displayed there
and at that heavily bloated penis that dragged on the earth floor as it poked downward
between the cleft half-moons of the young blonde's upturned buttocks. It was clearly
ready to fuck into her and she was clearly eager to have it!
Carmen, too, felt a tingling sensation of excitement churning in her sex-starved cunt as
she watched the eagerly poking hardness of the young fifteen year old approaching its
willing target. She could see a thin, viscous smear there on the packed dirt floor where
the blood-red head had rubbed lewdly in its erotic journey towards fulfillment. She saw
now that he was as excited as Laura, perhaps more so, and he wasted no more time.
She had been offered to him like a lamb to the sacrifice and he wasn't about to give up
the chance now to prove that he could fuck it to her hot pussy as well as any fully
grown man. He didn't even care who was watching. There could have been a stadiumsized 
crowd of fifty thousand people and it wouldn't have made the least difference to
him now.
Carmen smiled when she heard the clearly audible gasps of the young Peterson
brothers as they witnessed the menacing tightening of the lust-inspired teenager's
buttocks, suddenly arched high above the well-positioned and willing pinkness of
Laura's willingly trembling cuntal slit. "Oooooohhhh, lover-boy, slam it into me! Good
and hard! God, fuck me until I can't walk straight!" they heard the impassioned ex
convict cry as his rigid, blood-engorged cock poised at the wide-splayed mouth of her
nakedly quivering pussy-cleft. And then, he slammed himself down onto her with a
thudding slap of naked flesh against naked flesh as all of his elongated, rock-hard cock
pushed with a wet slithering noise right up to the hair-rimmed hilt!
"Oooooohhhhh... aaaaaahhhhh... that's it... that's it... slam it into me... fuck me good...
aaarruuuughhhh... uuu-uummmm... oh God, fuck me silly... fuck me, loverboy... fuck
meeeeee!" the sex-starved young woman cried in agonized ecstasy, her head tossing
from side to side, her eyes wide and glazed with fiery lust.
Billy was the closest of the two boys to where this oddly matched fucking couple lay 
entwined salaciously on the bare earth floor and he could clearly see the obscenely
stretched fleshy pink lips of the blonde woman's vagina as the madly impassioned
young teenager thrust wildly in and out of her love-hungry cuntal sheath. Again and
again he pistoned into her moistly welcoming vaginal flesh and Billy could feel his own
cock pounding with full-blooded excitement. His wide-open eyes could see the moist,
pinkly clinging flesh of her tightly gripping pussy lips as they were pulled outward with
each outstroke of his thickly rigid cock and then disappearing lewdly back up inside
again on the infuck of his wetly plunging young cock.
His huge swollen teenage balls were filled now with his heatedly churning cum and he
was fucking into her with long, powerful strokes that belied his thin, lanky frame.
"Oooooohhh... eeeeeeeiiiiiaaaaaaoooo-oo... aaaaaahhhhh... feels so goooooood... when
you fuck me... lover-boy... soooo goooooood... keep fucking... don't stop...
aaaarrruuuugh," the cock-starved young woman cried insanely, continuing to moan
incoherent encouragements with every powerfully downward thrust of his teenage loins
as her tightly gripping cuntal passage eagerly welcomed and voraciously clung to the
magnificently driving invader. He was bending her thighs even further back against her
naked torso to give him easier and deeper access to the pleasure-packed depths of her
soft-walled womb and suddenly felt her legs snake up and voluntarily wrap around his
strong young back, opening her warmly welcoming cunt even further to his pistoning
invasion of the hotly squeezing hole up between her open thighs.
Laura opened her mouth to cry out her pleasure again, but the sounds caught in her
throat as the heat of his virile young cock rapidly swirled through her naked body. Her
back and buttocks ached from the rough position her young lover had rolled her into,
but she didn't care because the discomfort was thoroughly overwhelmed by the firefilled 
sensations of exquisite ecstasy rippling through her nakedly enveloping pussywalls, 
sensations of lewd, cunt-ripping fucking that she hadn't felt at all for so very
many years!
When she opened her passion-glazed eyes, she could see her friend Carmen and the
other two teenage boys only a few feet away and instantly her mind began to spin with
all the various sexual improvisations they could all enjoy together! God, they could have
a veritable orgy for the next few days until it was time to sneak over the border into
Canada – what the hell else did they have to occupy their time anyway? Her mind
reeled dizzily at the thought of having one gloriously swollen cock young fucking like a
red-hot poker up into her long neglected cunt while another split-wide her long unused
little asshole and then still another could be warmly and voraciously sucked in her
insanely devouring mouth! God, what a sexual feast they could all have together! This
fucking she was getting now could be just the beginning, for God's sake! Three young
cocks to do with as she pleased... after so many years of having none at all!
"Oh God... you're so tight... oooooohhhhh," the impassioned Tony Jackson moaned
almost breathlessly as his heavily pistoning cock continued to appear and disappear
inside her rapaciously hungering cunt which clung moistly to his fleshy young hardness
as if it never wanted to let go. "So tight... feels like... your pussy's trying to... 
eat it alive up inside... oh God aaaaaarrruuuuugggghhhh!" Carmen gulped down the last 
of the Southern Comfort as she watched this lewdly exciting spectacle before her. She 
knew now that her own gnawing sexual hunger would never wait until she reached Dave in
Canada. He would understand, though. It had been such a long time – three long
years! – since she had felt the awesome power of a blood-bloated, thickly turgid cock
storming into the warmly moist citadel of her eagerly clinging cunt! And it would be
absolutely absurd to pass up this chance presented to her now. Here she was, with
Laura, with not one cock but three potential sources of sublime pleasure and she knew
she would be a fool not to take advantage of all the incredible possibilities. After all,
they couldn't leave for Canada until the heat was off and that would be at least another
few days... maybe even a week...
Looking sideways at the two lust-mesmerized teenage boys whose warm bodies sat so
close to hers, Carmen could tell that their passions, too, had been aroused nearly to the
boiling point. She let her gaze travel down over their slim young bodies and smiled
when she saw the thickly pulsing bulges in their two crotches. Yes, they would do...
they could never fuck her as Dave so sublimely did, but they would do in the
meantime...
Tony Jackson crushed his full young lips against Laura's until she could barely breathe,
his hotly eager tongue darting into the moist confines of her welcoming mouth as hers
raced into his. Laura felt a devouring flame of fervent passion surge through her entire
body as his tongue played wickedly and provocatively around hers, flicking into her
mouth like a spark of fire that seemed to radiate out from there to the churning depths
of her whitely undulating belly. Eagerly, hungrily, she returned his passionate kiss as
she mewled and moaned around his invading little mouth-cock, swirls of exquisite
ecstasy tingling along every vibrantly alive nerve-ending in her nakedly writhing body.
And then she felt his eagerly exploring hands reach the full rounded moons of her firm
ripe breasts and another burst of fire seemed to consume her very soul. His hotly
searching hands kneaded and caressed hotly at the love-starved mounds, digging and
fondling her satiny Smooth skin until at last he took her turgidly throbbing nipples
between his thumb and forefinger to tease them into vibrantly throbbing life. Again, she
tried to moan around his deeply spearing tongue but failed as his fire-filled fingers
continued their erotic work at her breasts, tweaking first one rosy pink nipple and then
the other until the sex-crazed young blonde thought she would die from the sheer
rapture of her whirlpooling pleasure.
The nakedly excited young blonde convict was bent nearly double now, her bare knees
actually touching the floor above her shoulders, as the insanely aroused fifteen year old
hostage pounded his steel-hard pulsing prick into her warmly clasping cunt again and
again. His lust-elongated cock was a crimson-red color now from the swelling of
corpulent, blood-filled flesh as he approached his much-needed orgasm and the cave
was filled with the lewd, wet smacking sound of his cum-laden balls as they slapped
repeatedly against the upturned cleft of her firmly rounded buttocks. Billy could actually
see the pinkish tinge of her flesh on those succulent ass-cheeks where his heavy testicles
had slapped and battered her tiny, clenched anus into hotly flexing arousal.
The young teenage boy tried to shut this lewd sight out of his thirteen year old mind,
to somehow make it all go away. It was too unreal.
It couldn't really be happening. These two brutal women who had forcefully coerced
them to hide in this cave like hunted animals... now one of them was wantonly fucking
with this dark-haired fifteen year old while the other – oh my God! An involuntary
gasp choked in the boy's throat and, had he not caught himself in time, it would have
been a loud screaming cry of utter disbelief.
Carmen had unzipped his older brother's pants and her hand was playing lewdly with
his nakedly protruding penis! And he was enjoying it with a lewd smile spreading his
lips and a mischievous glint in his twinkling brown eyes!
Billy blinked his eyes. Perhaps this was all just a weird dream. Maybe he would wake
up in a minute, safe in his own bed in his mother's house, with Marty asleep in the
next room.
But it wasn't a dream. It was only too real. Billy took his eyes from the nakedly fucking
couple, both of whom he could see were on the verge of their ultimate release, and
looked at his broadly smiling brother. Carmen's hand was stroking his long pulsing
hardness while Marty's hand had unbelievably traveled up the length of her creamy soft
thigh, opening her jeans, and his fingers had insinuated themselves inside the tight
elastic legband of her nylon panties! His fingers were actually teasing and playing in the
warmly moist pink flesh of the escaped woman's sex-starved cunt! And her legs were
opening and closing around his hand in rhythmic tempo matching the plundering
thrusts of Tony Jackson as he fucked into Carmen's companion only a few feet away
there on the floor!
Suddenly, Billy realized that his older brother was now completely entranced by the
power of his own lust. He was lost in his erotic fantasy, peering intently down at the
lewdly exciting writhings of the couple so wantonly fucking before them all and
reveling in the thrills that the escaped woman convict was giving him with her cock
stroking fingers! And Christ, Marty must have had two or even three fingers up inside
her cunt from the ecstatic expression growing in her face! Billy could see Carmen's lips
trembling and her tongue encircled them, swiping them moistly and almost
mischievously... it was incredible! It wasn't real... and yet it was too vivid not to be real!
The incessant moanings and groanings of the madly fucking couple on the floor drew
Billy's attention back to them. The fifteen year old boy was moaning passionately now,
apparently on the verge of his explosive orgasm, and she knew it be only a few more
seconds before the woman's long-starved cunt would be filled to overflowing with his
hotly streaming cum gushing like a river in flood from his heavily swollen testicles. And
he could tell, too, that Laura was approaching her own erupting orgasm as well by the
choked sobs of rising passion that poured from her open mouth. Years and years of
frustration were about to burst loose from inside her, spilling her own hotly flowing
love-juices all around Tony's piston-spearing cock that plunged madly now into her
moistly clinging cunt.
Suddenly, all of the breath seemed to freeze in young Billy Peterson's lungs. Later, it
would be hard for him to unscramble the ensuing events but at the moment all the was
aware of was a large, furry, snarling creature who suddenly leaped through the flimsy
covering of branches at the mouth of the cave and was already half-way towards where
Carmen and Marty were so erotically entranced with their eager hands stroking each
other's lust-aroused genitals.
It was Duke!
The incredibly powerful dog was bounding in one gigantic leap towards Carmen
Fletcher!
Somehow, this magnificent creature had come to their rescue and now he would save
them from this terrible nightmare which had threatened to engulf them all! Billy moved
almost as quickly in a reckless attempt to help which he would later hardly be able to
recall at all. Neither Carmen nor Laura had yet seen that enormous beast bounding on
strong, hard foot-pads to reach the woman with the gun before she could draw it from
her belt and use it... and Carmen was still raptly engrossed in the sexual spectacle
unfolding before them, as well as in the erotic reverie of having her cunt fingerfucked
by the boy next to her.
Laura and Tony were already writhing convulsively in the midst of their overpowering
orgasms, their naked bodies glistening with sweat as the ecstatic spasms shook through
them... it was now or never!
Almost blindly, the thirteen year old boy lunged sideways and grabbed for the pistol in
Carmen's belt. But his effort was doomed from that impulsive moment.
Because it was just in that split-second that Carmen caught sight of the lunging beast
out of the corner of her eye. With one powerfully sweeping movement of her arm, she
knocked Billy aside and he went sprawling to the floor. The boy didn't remember
anything after that, but had he been conscious he would have seen the desperate
woman quickly withdraw her small pistol and cock its hammer almost with one
movement. A shot suddenly exploded and reverberated around the rock walls of the
cave with a frightening echo and Carmen leaped up to her feet, her hand still trembling
from the erotically exciting stroking it had been doing when this strange episode began.
It was all over in a matter of moments. Marty hardly knew what had happened. He saw
the results and, stunned, shocked, surprised, he could hardly believe what his eyes told
him was true. Voices seemed to swirl madly around his dizzily spinning head... arms
and hands were clutching at him, pulling and pushing him... his brother lay sprawled
on the floor, unconscious... Duke likewise lay on the floor, dormant, but breathing... a
slight bruise at the top of his head.


Chapter 8

Billy Peterson was close to the elusive surface of consciousness when a sudden yelping
like noise brought him to full awareness. Opening his eyes and struggling to focus
them, he saw the runaway prisoner Carmen Fletcher, her revolver clutched tightly in
one hand and Marty's arm clasped tightly with the other, rushing into the cave from
outside. Shoving his brother brutally aside, she returned to the mouth of the cave to
replace the series of branches which hid its entrance.
Returning, she glared at the dormant dog lying at her feet and declared, "There isn't
anyone else out there. I looked all over. I even went up top so I could see further.
Nothing.
I don't know how this damned dog got here." Billy could easily see the anger flaring in
the sumptuous dark-haired woman's eyes and hoped that she didn't intend to harm
their faithful Duke. "I guess he must have followed us or something."
"What should we do with him?" Laura asked.
Billy interrupted, fervently crying out his fears. "Please, please don't kill him! He's all
alone – you said so yourself! Nobody followed him here!" And then Billy threw himself
down over the great furry beast, shielding the dog's massive body with his own. "He
won't hurt anybody! Honest! I'll watch him! He'll be ok! You can't just kill him!"
The thirteen year-old boy watched as Carmen lowered her small pistol and breathed a
heavy sigh of relief.
"Ok, kid. You win. For now. I've been running around those woods out there for nearly
half an hour and you're right, he came alone. So I guess, for now, we'll just let him be.
But you'd better keep a good eye on him and keep him out of my way."
"Are you sure there's nobody out there?" Laura questioned, gazing intently at her fellow
escapee.
"Sure I'm sure," Carmen glowered angrily. "Didn't I just say so!"
Laura seemed to relax, her naked flesh still glistening with the sweat of her sexual
exertions with young Tony Jackson. Finally, her mouth cracked into a large grin.
"Good. Then... maybe we can get back to the fun!"
The naked blonde then fastened her eyes on Billy and he felt a knot of fear tighten in
his stomach. Her eyes seemed to devour his lean young body and a shiver of dread
raced along his spine, mingled with a chill of desire as his imagination pictured his
elongated teenage cock plunging into the ripe smooth pinkness of her pussy where
Tony had just filled to the brim with his flooding river of pungent hot cum. He watched
as the woman's small pink tongue slid out between her puckering lips to roguishly play,
seductively winding around her lips as she stared intently at him.
"Sure... why not? And I think I just might let my hair down and have a little fun, too!"
Carmen laughed, looking directly at the trembling form of Marty Peterson. "What d'ya
say, boy? Wouldn't you like to get your cock into my cunt?"
"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last woman on earth!" was the boy's angry reply,
rubbing his aching arm where the older woman had roughly yanked him so spitefully.
"I like a man with guts, brother. But you're not quite a man yet so don't be foolish!"
Carmen replied roughly. Her hands had already unbuttoned her blouse as Marty
watched with mixed loathing and longing as her fully ripe breasts suddenly and
spectacularly came into view. They were the largest, roundest breasts he had ever seen,
even larger than Donna's and the pinkly crinkled skin of her firm little nipples looked
so temptingly inviting!
Billy watched, open-mouthed and incredulous from where he knelt on the floor near
Duke as the sumptuous ex-convict slipped off her blouse and jeans and let them fall
provocatively to the floor. For the moment he had forgotten his own plight out of
concern for his older brother and he wasn't sure whether to fear for Marty or envy him.
This woman was going to have her way with him, that much was for sure. And
knowing Marty, he wouldn't resist for long! Just a couple more seconds of staring wide
eyed at the magnificent moons of her breasts would set his blood boiling in his veins
and then she would see that he was a man, at least in one particular respect. But if
Marty got stubborn about it as he sometimes got stubborn, then he would be
implacable and he would end up getting hurt, Billy was sure.
Marty, however, was by this time growing more and more mesmerized by the smooth
and supple skin of Carmen's mammoth young breasts. He watched her slowly and
seductively undress before him, revealing all the sumptuous splendor of her naked body
to his lust-glazed eyes. He had seen plenty of naked women before and each time he
saw another the same old tingling sensations of sexual excitement began to surge
through his hot-blooded body, throbbing mercilessly through his rising cock and
causing his heart to beat like a thudding drum in his chest. It had always been so easy
to excite that fervent fever within him ever since that first glorious evening when he
had discovered the kaleidoscope of pleasure that could be enjoyed as a girl's warmly
moist cunt clasped tightly around his lust-skewering cock! God, how he loved to fuck!
Any time, any place, with any girl or woman whose cunt could be stretched to handle
him!
Marty was no longer afraid of Carmen Fletcher. He was afraid of his own impetuous
recklessness because he knew as his eyes studied the naked hills and valleys of her
luscious body that he couldn't restrain himself much longer!
He could hear the dark-haired beauty's breath coming now in ragged, panting spurts
and he knew that the crescendo of her excitement was building to a dangerous level –
dangerous for him as well as for her!
God, how many times had he tried to suppress the fervently burning fever that always
lingered just beneath the surface of his calm, cool exterior that fire ready to explode into
a frenzy of erotic passion... but he had never succeeded in taming his own fiery desires.
It had almost gotten him into trouble more than once... but then, it had also gotten him
into some provocative and thrilling places, too! Even his own mother didn't know the
true depths of his sexual appetites and if he succumbed to them now, she would surely
find out. She would be mortified, ashamed and then...
But he didn't want to think about that right now. He couldn't keep his mind on
anything except the luxuriant smoothness of this older woman's naked body and the
tempting mounds of her ruby-crested breasts. He stood trembling as Carmen
approached him, swaying her hips seductively, her voluptuous breasts dancing lewdly
on her chest, the darkly forested mound of her pussy temptingly undulating as she
walked. He felt her hands on the buttons of his shirt and he was powerless to resist as
she slowly unbuttoned it. Already the fever between his legs was starting to spread like
a forest fire though the lower regions of his young body and he knew that it was useless
to fight it any longer. She wanted to be fucked and he was just the guy to do it, fuck
her silly until she begged him to stop!
Carmen pulled his shirt off of his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He felt every
eye in the cave on him as she began to unfasten his trousers and slide them, along with
his jockey shorts, down his long muscular legs to the floor until they lay in a pile
around his ankles. His elongated, virile young penis jutted out immediately from his
sparsely haired loins, jerking menacingly in the air before him and he heard his captor
whistle under her breath.
"Ummmmmm... looks nice, lover-boy. Now, step out of those pants so I can get a real
good look at the merchandise," she laughed. "After all, fair is fair. You've been giving
me the eye for the last ten minutes. Like what you see?"
Marty was speechless. Did he like what he saw? God, she was the most luscious,
magnificently-built woman he had ever seen! His legs began to feel rubbery as she
walked all the way around him, letting the cherry-bud tips of her mountainous breasts
brush provocatively first against his arm and then against his naked back. He could feel
the fire racing through him and if she didn't stop teasing him like that he'd grab her,
throw her down onto the floor and give her just what she asked for – in spades!
Carmen was delighted with what she considered her prize. She felt the coolness of the
refreshing morning air as it chillingly swept across her naked buttocks as she had
walked, swaying her hips so seductively, towards the fourteen year old hostage who was
about to give her all the pleasure she had been missing for three long years. Her face
was flushed with her growing fiery excitement and she knew then, as she slipped the
boy's trousers down over the muscular length of his legs, that she wanted him. Yes, she
wanted him, wanted his long hot cock rigidly storming into her love-starved cunt and
she wanted it right away! Just the sight of his nakedly waving hardiness was enough to
drive her to dizzying heights of arousal and if she didn't have him soon she would die!
Marty could feel the blood boiling in his veins as he dropped to his knees before the
naked woman convict. Surprisingly, she turned around to face the entrance to the cave,
still wary of intruders and still on the alert as ever. The fourteen-year-old boy lowered
his head to the temptingly wavering half-moons of her firmly rounded buttocks and his
temptingly waveringly half-moons of her firmly rounded buttocks and his long tongue
lashed from between his lips like a slithering snake. With one long, swiping slurp, he
swept his fire-filled tongue-tip warmly through the whole quivering cleft of her ass,
pausing tormentingly at the tiny pink puckered mouth of her anus.
"Mmmmmmmmm..." the dark-haired woman moaned in the first moments of her
floodtide of passion, one blissful moan which expressed all the pent-up longing she had
endured for three long years.
Carmen groaned again, louder this time, as the fevered boy's hungry, licking tongue
invaded the whole moist pinkness of her nakedly exposed canyon between the smooth
skinned cheeks of her succulent buttocks. The tip of his tongue teased mercilessly at her
already hotly aroused passions and she began to believe that perhaps this boy could
perform like a real man and give her all the exquisite satisfaction her cunt craved so
hungrily!
The devastatingly aroused woman convict quivered all over as she stirred her luscious
buttocks back against him, screwing her ass-cheeks around and around in seductive
circles to expose more completely all of her softly pink feminine nakedness to his
hungrily probing and expertly exploring tongue. God, how she loved to be licked like
that and it had been such a long time, such a very long time since she had reveled in
this particularly exhilarating pleasure! Nothing could compare to the thrill of a man's
hot lips and tongue down, there in the moistly seeping furrow between her spreading
thighs... a thousand super-charged jolts of electric-like excitement raced through her as
her mind visualized the promise of a thick, hard cock that would soon storm into the
sizzling wet walls of her cunt! She knew that she was fast losing control, but she hardly
cared any longer. It was worth it to feel this sublimely tingling pleasure racing through
her nakedly excited body.
What did it matter, anyway? What did anything matter except this hot-blooded boy's
tongue wetly laving between the moist cleft of her naked buttocks?
Carmen couldn't stand it any longer. The fires ignited by his fiery, licking tongue had
to be satisfied and right away! She needed his cock more than she had ever needed
anything else in her life and there was nothing to stop her now from fulfilling the long
pent-up desires that had racked her body during so many long and lonely nights in the
prison.
"Fuck me, lover! Oh God, big boy, fuck me now!" she screamed. Then the older
woman felt the boy pull his tongue obediently away from her passion-drenched cuntal
canyon and she eagerly reached behind her, feeling his thick, turgid cock and its
corrugated hot flesh for the first time. It quivered temptingly under her sensuous thigh
and she could sense that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him! She only
hoped he could control himself, that he wouldn't burst all of his hotly scalding cum
into her before her own desperately yearning pussy had exploded into wild,
uncontrolled orgasm too.
"Ummmmmm... feels good, big boy... feels like it could almost fill me up," she
murmured contentedly as she heard his ragged panting breath behind her. Eagerly, the
dark-haired twenty-four year old beauty eased the blunt, bulbous head of his pulsing
prick up to the palpitating lips of her ravenously hungry cunt and before she could
barely pull her hand away, the lust-provoked youth rammed it hard into her lust
lubricated cunt-hole.
"Aaaaahhhhggg! Jesus! Take it easy... it's been a long time, you know... I want to enjoy
this, too, big-shot!" she cried but she had incited him past the point of reason now.
Marty gripped her succulently fleshy buttocks cheeks so forcefully that her creamy
smooth skin rippled through his fingers and he pumped his hotly swollen hardness into
her all the way up to its hilt. A deep, pleasure-filled sigh poured from his lips as he felt
the soft liquid walls of her pink pussy tightly encircle his lust-stiffened organ, and then
squeeze at it firmly as if never wanting it to leave!
"Oooooohhhhh... that's better, gooood... feels so gooooddddd... ummmmm, yes... I love
it... love it... God, to feel a cock in my cunt after all this time... aaahhhheee!"
Carmen's words seemed to spill out of her mouth in one never-ending stream of
sublime pleasure. So great was her highly aroused passion that the first few moments of
discomfort as his desire-hardened shaft pounded into her had miraculously turned to
pure and unadulterated bliss in only a few seconds! The hotly charging hardness of his
plunging cock in her soft-walled womb immediately drove her wild with an erotic
passion she had almost forgotten she possessed – almost, but not quite! She knew that
the fires of her passion only needed to be rekindled by a lunging thick cock... and she
had been so right!
The young boy gritted his teeth and crouched over her nakedly kneeling body. Like a
man gone wild, he fucked in and out of her with long, skewering strokes that started
with the strong muscles of his calves and rippled upward along his young but well-built
body until the blunt-headed tip of his sturdy shaft burrowed deeply inside her hungrily
clasping vaginal tunnel. He savored the intoxicating feeling of power he had over her –
he was the conqueror now and she the victim – as the last inch of moist flesh gave way
deep inside her receptive womb and he penetrated her to the very soul of her tremulous
passion!
Eagerly, the boy's fingers tightened their grip on the softly yielding flesh of her supple,
unresisting thighs and he heard her wince from the slight pain of it but he didn't care
now.
Mewling groans of her passion-powered pleasure rang from her open mouth now as she
wantonly squirmed and writhed on the thickly impaling length of his pistoning hard
cock.
He splayed wide the softly trembling alabaster globes of her buttocks, relishing the
vision of moist pink folds of glistening female flesh, clinging tightly around his 
lustpowered poker as he fucked it mercilessly in and out between her moistly clinging
cuntal lips.
"Oooohhhh... aaaeeeiii... oowwwoo" she moaned in the delirium of her wildly
abandoned pleasure as he rocked upward and forward at the same time, his fingers still
spreading her naked white buttocks even further apart to allow him greater access to
her feverishly needing pussy depths. "Arugh! Ooohhh! Arrruuugghhh!
Ummmeeeeaahhh!" she cried anew as the rubbery engorged head of his plunging cock
probed the deepest, innermost secrets of her hotly grinding pussy.
Carmen screamed continuously in the writhing throes of her passion. If she had ever
been fucked this deep before, and she probably had, it had been worlds and eons ago
and the pleasure wildly spiraling through her naked body was nothing akin to anything
she had enjoyed in years. All during her three years of confinement in prison she had
dreamed of little else but the glorious day when she would feel the rigidly throbbing
length of someone's cock slithering up to the very source of her soul and she was
feeling that excruciatingly spellbinding pleasure right now! God, if he never stopped it
would be too soon, much too soon for her cock-hungry cunt!
Yes, Carmen was totally and utterly lost now to the fiery flame of her devouring
passion. It wouldn't have mattered even if her wonderful husband Dave or even the
entire population of Highway Patrolmen were to walk through the mouth of the cave at
this very second.
She would not – could not – have stopped herself now! She simply had to have the
blessed, hotly liquid relief of her longed-for orgasm or go completely insane! It had
been building up inside her for three long years and now, at last, it would explode
convulsively through her entire naked body just the way she had so often dreamed it
would!
The dark-haired woman convict felt the soft, immature curls of his damp blonde hair
around the base of his pistoning cock as it brushed tantalizingly against the delicate
inner edges of her sensitive buttocks. She could no longer bear to hold herself up on
her hands and elbows and so she dropped, without warning, onto the packed dirt floor,
mindless of the rough surface which now rubbed against her bare pendulous breasts.
Inside her quivering nakedness, she could feel the lust-distended knob at the end of his
mammothly elongated cock grazing the fleshy firmness of her cervix as he probed ever
deeper into the very soul of her sublime passion.
Suddenly, all the years of her punishing confinement were swept aside. All that didn't
matter any longer. Nothing mattered to the desire-impelled young beauty except the
un-quenched fever that burned like a prairie fire in her cock-ravaged loins. God, how
she craved this magnificent fucking! Yes, she wanted to be fucked and fucked and
fucked some more, until the end of time! She wanted all these boys inside of her, and
dozens, hundreds more – all at the same time! The deliriously impassioned twenty-four
year old woman was nothing now but one enormous mass of hotly quivering cunt that
ached painfully for fulfillment and she didn't care who knew it, either! Maybe later she
would be sorry... maybe... but right now she felt absolutely nothing but utter and
unadulterated lust propelled by the fires of her long pent-up but nevertheless rampant
sexual desires!
The lust-abandoned young convict sensed rather than saw someone standing over her
and when she opened her eyes, she saw that it was young Tony Jackson. And she saw
too his uncommonly enormous fifteen year old cock now fully erect once again, held
like an animal at bay between his two skinny hands.
"I... can't stand it anymore," he cried. "I've just got to get in on this! Move over, buster,
and let me fuck her, too!"
Carmen hardly noticed Marty's reply for her mind suddenly reeled with the idea that
perhaps her fantasy of a moment ago might come true, really true! She had wanted a
thousand beautiful, virile, young cocks storming into her all at once... but two would
do!
At least, two would do for now! God, what a magnificent escape this was turning out to
be!
If they sent her back to prison tomorrow it would all have been worth it just for these
deliriously sensational moments of pleasure-packed abandon! Yes, she wanted Tony to
fuck her, too, and right away! She'd show these two kids what a real hot-box was like to
fuck!
"In my ass," she cried, her voice cracking with emotions at the mere thought of what
was about to happen to her long-neglected loins. "Stick it in my ass! You, Marty, in my
ass, damn you, And be quick about it! God, please hurry, damn it! Hurry! In my ass!
Oooooohh!"
In her ass! This was something he had never done before! Hardly daring to believe his
incredible good fortune, fourteen year old Marty Peterson anxiously pulled back his
slim masculine hips and slithered his long, wetly glistening cock from the reluctantly
yielding tight grip of her clinging vaginal walls and lips and then eased its throbbing
length up the lust-drenched canyon between her nakedly quivering buttocks. Taking in
a large gulp of air, he lunged again forward and burst majestically into her tightly
puckered rectal mouth with all his young strength. Carmen knew that it would be
uncomfortable at first, but she also knew that within seconds her passion-crazed desires,
would overwhelm any pain and lift her to the purest heights of prurient ecstasy!
"Ooooohhhh... it's so... wonderful... glorious... aaaahhhh... I love it... don't stop...
ooooohhh... God, how long I've waited for this!" she cried, already feeling the slight
ache subside as she valiantly relaxed her anal muscles as that mammoth instrument of
pleasure surged into her darkly mysterious rectal passage. "Mmmmmm...
oooooohhhhh... oooohhhh... aaaaahhhhhhh... yessss" she crooned mindlessly in time
with his skewering thrusts that seemed to reach the very source of her lust-crazed soul.
Her hips moved backwards now in wanton submission to him and she ground her
trembling ass in tight circles around his impaling hot poker of virile masculine flesh. He
might only be fourteen years old, but he sure knew how to fuck the ass off of her!
"Turn me... over... on my back... both of you... both of you... inside me... inside me..."
she chanted deliriously and the two young teenagers quickly caught on.
"Turn her over, Marty! Do it! I'm dying to fuck her cunt! Hurry up before I explode
right here in my hand!" Tony screamed impatiently.
Marty grabbed his captor by her luscious hips and rolled to one side, pulling her
nakedness backwards onto him with his young but powerful arms. His enormously
erect cock never left the amazingly tight velvet grip of her squirming anus, and now she
lay sprawled on top of her, her smooth, satiny skin glistening with the sweat of her
sexual exertions. Constant moans spilled from her lips as she lay there victoriously
impaled by the fourteen year old boy, her legs out on either side and wildly animalistic
groans of prurient pleasure gasping from her lungs.
Billy was only just across the cave, hovering back against the rock wall and
momentarily ignoring the naked form of Laura Miller before him. He could see
everything his older brother was doing and he could only stare in dumbfounded
amazement at his wild sexual gyrations. He wondered vaguely how his own brother
could be capable of doing this with these desperate women convicts... but he wondered
if he himself could resist the temptation so nakedly before his feet... every time he
looked down at Laura's magnificent nakedness he could feel a quiver of lust racing
through his own cock along with a shiver of dread at the consequences...
Tony, meanwhile, had not wasted one precious second. Practically leaping between
Carmen's wide-spread legs, he placed his own knees astride Marty's as he opened her
firm, fleshy thighs as wide as they would possibly be stretched. The burning heat of her
moistly seeping pink cuntal slit drew him like a powerful magnet and as he guided his
enormous lust-swollen young cock down and into the eager wetness up between her
thighs, he could feel a ripple of delight coursing through his entire naked body as her
hungry, nibbling pussy walls voraciously sucked him deeper and deeper inside.
"Ooooohhh... aaaahhh... eeeeeee" Carmen gasped, unable to control or contain her
soul-inspired cry of exquisite ecstasy. The fifteen year old was now buried in her to the
very hilt of his mammothly elongated cock and he could feel, through the thin
membrane that separated them, Marty's thickly pistoning cock skewering her tightly
clenching rectum from underneath.
Both of them were not as hotly eager and aroused as the escaped woman convict and
there was no delay, no teasing foreplay, no cautious build-up. Instead, both of the
teenage boys plundered the dark-haired woman like two strong stallions with their
achingly hard-driving cocks. Carmen was sandwiched lewdly between their naked
bodies, their enormously pulsing lengths of virile male flesh gradually aligning in a
parallel rhythm as a long, low, continuous moan of animalistic pleasure poured from
her wide-open mouth.
Carmen was writhing in a delirium of passionate ecstasy the likes of which she hadn't
known in years and her companion in escape, Laura, watched jealously as her friend
rapidly approached the ultimate and thrilling climax of all her recklessly spent passions.
It had been a long, long time since Laura had enjoyed the pleasure of merely one cock
skewering into her nakedly clinging moist vaginal sheath and, notwithstanding her
recent bout with Tony, she craved for the exquisite double-fuck satisfaction that her
friend was enjoying right now. But there was only one boy left...
Billy could see all of the salacious sexual spectacle before him but still he couldn't
believe what his eyes saw: the two thickly turgid poles of rigid teenage flesh battering
into the escaped woman convict in lewd and rhythmic unison... both of those tumid
shafts glistening from the freely flowing warm juices that seeped seemingly by the
gallon from the intensely heated lips of her vagina... the fleshy pink edges of her
flowering cuntal mouth being drawn first in and then out, clasping tightly the blood
pleasured pole of Tony's frenetically pistoning cock... and the same with Marty's
enormously stiffened hardness fucking up into her hungrily gripping asshole from
below.
Carmen was completely delirious with the sublime urgency of her feverish passion now.
Her hips began to move backwards to meet Marty's upward thrusts slamming viciously
into her tightly clasping rectum and then arching upward to grind salaciously against
Tony's curly dark pubic hair as he, too, shoved every elongated inch of his pleasure
packed cock down into the blazing hot liquidity of her eagerly grasping cunt.
Her whole naked body undulated as if possessed by some demonic, driving force and
she cried out continuously. Billy watched, still wide-eyed, and listened as her long,
hoarse moans were interrupted by the staccato rhythm of the two madly fucking
teenagers as their naked flesh slapped against her. And then, with the dark-haired older
woman driven absolutely insane with the devouring flame of her lust, totally helpless
between them and loving every gloriously exciting minute of it, she felt a new surge of
divinely inspired lust sweep through her already burning body as both boys released the
floodtide of their scalding cum almost in unison, barely a split second apart.
"Aaaaarrrruuuugh... ooooaaaaeeeiiiooo... oooohhhhhhh" she cried out madly as she felt
the great gushing warmth of their rapid-fire climaxes – spurt after jetting spurt of the
life-giving sperm blasting up to the very base of her trembling white belly! Orgasm after
along pent-up orgasm convulsed spasmodically through the wildly writhing brunette
until she was sure that she would literally die from their combined burning furies! She
couldn't remember cumming this desperately, this devastatingly, ever before in her
entire life!
Suddenly she was thrown into a whirling kaleidoscope of blinding pleasure as wave
after convulsing wave lashed through her lust-demanding body until she nearly fainted
from the overpowering pleasure of it.
And then, at last, they lay there quite still for a few seconds; the only sound
punctuating the silence of the cave being the gasping, rasping wheeze of their straining
breath.
Billy Peterson looked down at the naked blonde female convict before him. There was a
wild, mischievous gleam in her blazing blue eyes and a smile spread slowly across her
face. He could feel his neglected cock lurching angrily against his trousers, demanding
release, demanding the same satisfaction of a hot, wetly gripping pussy fucking around
it that his older brother had just enjoyed.
And why not?


Chapter 9

Laura Miller lay naked on the floor, having just watched the tremendously thrilling
orgasm of her friend Carmen Fletcher. And there was no denying now that she, too,
was turned-on... after so many years in prison with being fucked by a man, it was no
wonder! All of the forces of her admittedly strong sexual appetites came to the surface
now and she could feel herself sweating just from watching the sexual exertions of
Carmen with those two handsome young teenage boys. And she could feel, too, the
lust-juices seeping down between her sumptuously fleshy young thighs which only gave
evidence to the nagging, gnawing heat which seemed to burn up in the deepest regions
of her tremulous white belly. Deep inside her loins a new and powerful lust was
building and brought with it a new, tingling sensitivity in the desire-moistened flesh of
her nakedly quivering cunt.
She knew that this hotly blazing desire would have to be satisfied, and soon!
Still, she was mesmerized by the spectacular sexual performance of those two teenage
boys with Carmen. To look at them you would never think they were capable of such
magnificent gymnastics or expert and experienced enough to be able to handle the
hurricane of a woman that Carmen was. And yet they had completely satisfied Carmen
like she hadn't been satisfied in years, blessedly and thoroughly, and she lay exhausted
from her sexual escapade, panting deeply so that her naked breasts danced lewdly on
her chest. God, what a picture that had been! Both of those naked teenage boys with
their heavy, blue-veined cocks fucking into her at once like powerful pistons, filling her
completely, driving her to the furthest heights of pure sexual pleasure!
And she, Laura Miller, had been cooped up in that prison a lot longer that Carmen
had. No wonder the fires of her sexual passion were so. easily ignited! No wonder that
right now a simmering cauldron of lust seemed to boil madly in her cock-hungry cunt!
Eagerly, the aroused young blonde stretched out her hand to gently stroke Billy's
conveniently nearby thigh, watching with each tender touch as the swelling bulge
within his crotch grew larger and larger in response to her lust-provoking maneuver.
Carmen could have those other two – she would take this tender thirteen year old and
teach him what fucking was all about!
Billy was still captivated by the panting, rasping figures on the floor when he first felt
the fiery touch of Laura's hand on his trouser-encased thigh. Immediately, he felt the
length of his young cock lurch within his pants and he knew that he wanted to fuck
this woman, whether she was an escaped convict or not! She was lovely, her long
blonde hair framing her lovely flawless face, her enormously luscious breasts rising and
falling with each breath she took, her blonde pubic triangle cozily hiding the pinkly
glistening flesh of her ripe and willing cunt! He had, before, made up his mind simply
to do what he was told... to simply obey whatever commands were issued to him and
so, perhaps, to escape unscathed.
But now it was simply a matter of obedience to his own urgent desires, to his own
previously dormant lust. He could feel her hand reaching to unzip his trousers and he
made no move to resist. Instead, he stood up so that he could more easily remove them,
meanwhile tearing his shirt from his chest. The next thing he knew, all of his clothes
lay in a crumpled heap beside him on the floor and the delectable blonde was kneeling
before him, her hands moving restlessly up his muscular young thighs towards the
source of his pleasure-giving power. He felt her hungry stare burning into his naked
flesh as she slowly drew his body downwards towards hers.
Without thinking, he automatically reached out to take the fully rounded moons of her
cherry-crested breasts in his warmly eager hands. "God... you're gorgeous... I've never
seen such enormous tits... so round... so soft... so warm..." The boy was now completely
mesmerized by the charms of the older blonde's naked body and he soon became
oblivious to anything that might be going on around him. They had all had their fun;
they had all reached the stunning pinnacle of ecstasy and spasmed nakedly through
their mind-blinding orgasms... now it was his turn! Now it was Billy Peterson's turn to
show everybody that he, too, could perform like a stud stallion along with the best of
them!
"Say, baby," the sumptuous blonde crooned at her young teenage lover, "why don't you
give me a little tit-fuck first?"
Billy stared at her open-mouthed. That was a new one on him. "W-what?"
"I can tell you don't know what I mean," the older blonde laughed. "Well, here's your
chance to learn, little boy!"
"I am not a little boy," he snapped angrily.
Looking down at his erectly throbbing length of teenage flesh, the smiling blonde
replied, "Well, maybe in some ways you're not. Let's see you prove it, though."
"Yes, young lover," Carmen chimed from across the cave, her words echoing curiously
off of the stone walls, "let's see you prove what a man you can be!"
The sound of her mocking laughter infuriated the thirteen year old boy. He sure would
show them! No need to ask twice! Tears of rage and frustration began to well in his
sky-blue eyes as they feasted on the lovely nakedness of this escaped convict displayed
before him. As she began to seductively spread her voluptuously naked thighs apart, he
could see that the soft pink skin of her glistening cunt were still moist and the pouting
lips of her vaginal mouth were trembling violently with the intensity of her feverish
desire. Well, he would satisfy that desire if anybody could! He would show them all!
Passionately, he pressed his warm young lips against hers in a sudden movement that
almost knocked her over. Eagerly, he ground his body against hers as his tongue probed
into the warm moist regions of her hotly exciting mouth and he could feel her
distended nipples like two tiny hard buttons against his hairless, thirteen year old chest.
Around his exploring tongue, she moaned from deep in the back of her throat as he
flattened her enormously ripe breasts against him. Anxiously, his hands sought the ripe
full moons of her firmly rounded buttocks, and he squeezed them almost painfully
hard, but it was a pain the love-starved young woman welcomed as he pulled her close
to him while his tongue eagerly blazed a glorious trail in between her hard white teeth.
Billy pushed the upper part of her lusciously formed and well-ripened body backward,
all the while pulling forward with his firm fleshy grip on her nakedly resilient ass. She
was forced to bend backwards and, to her surprise, when she did he lowered her
quickly and without ceremony to the dirt-packed floor at their feet. Billy paused,
proudly surveying the succulent cunt he was about to fuck, and he saw her smiling
lasciviously up at him as if beckoning him to do whatever he wished. He could tell that
she wasn't teasing any longer – she now wanted him to fuck it to her as badly as he
wanted to fuck her!
"Yes, lover, yes, yes, yes!" she hissed at him. "Give it to me!"
Laura watched in rapt and smiling fascination as her young teenage captor pulled back
the thick, rubbery foreskin of his enormously desire-swollen cock and the purplish, 
oneeyed knob inside poked into view. She could feel the feverish glow burning up between
her willingly parting thighs as if it would devour her with its raging heat. She knew,
too, that this young daredevil wanted nothing more than to plunder her insanely
seeping hot cunt with that heavy, fleshy pole of rock-hardness, that he wanted to
skewer her without mercy until she passed out from the pure luxuriant pleasure of it.
And she wanted the same thing. But not just yet. She wanted to soak this handsome
young teenage boy for all the lust-provoking pleasure he was worth – only then would
the passions long neglected during her years of imprisonment be satisfied!
"Hold on, lover," she smiled up at Billy Peterson. "First shove it up between my tits...
like I said before... ooooohhhhh, it's gonna feel so goooooood!"
The young blonde escapee felt a quick flickering of passionate flame ripple through her
anxiously quivering loins as she watched her thirteen year old lover kneeling over her,
his legs spread across her narrow waist. "That's it... that's it..." she moaned
encouragingly.
Billy rocked forward for a better position and grinned triumphantly down at his captor
– now she was his captive! His youthful length of throbbing flesh was in his right
hand, lustfully pulsing in the age-old primeval rhythm of passion. He looked down at it
and he rubbed its blunt, bulbous head appreciatively and as he began to lower it
towards her mammoth young breasts, Laura lifted her head to lick salaciously and
greedily at the lustfully throbbing tip. Quickly, her hands reached up and her fingers
spread the salacious wetness around until his whole thick cock seemed to gleam with a
shimmering moisture.
"That's better," the sumptuous blonde moaned. "Now, go to it, lover-boy... slide your
wonderful cock up between my tits!
Billy obeyed immediately. His young hands grabbed her pliantly yielding mounds of
flesh, one in each open palm, as he levered himself forward, he squeezed those
mountains together lewdly around the moistly humping length of his tremendously
swollen instrument of lust. As he joyously fucked forward between them, a sigh of
satisfaction emerged from the blonde convict's luscious lips and another one followed it
from Billy's lips. At last, the crimson head of his phallus reached almost to her
trembling moist lips and her tongue swiped out to lick its tasty head, but missed its
target. Well, she mused in the growing delirium of her passion, that could wait for a
little while. His tit-fucking felt so good... it was already sending shivering wisps of
heated desire coursing through her anxious loins. The impassioned young woman could
feel the gnawing, growing need to have that massively thick instrument plundering her
innermost cuntal depths... but that too could wait for just a little while longer. This
pleasure right now was so titillating... so satisfying...
Billy's head was back a bit as he moaned and sighed his newly discovered pleasure.
Each new wetly slithering run of his blood-bloated cock between the softly encircling
mounds of her sumptuous breasts as he fucked deliriously in the saliva-moistened
cleavage between the huge pink-nippled globes brought new sparks of burning desire to
his loins and he almost felt as if he couldn't contain his explosive charge for a moment
longer! God, I could almost shoot it into her face right now!
Laura was so enraptured in this mind-blowing tit-fucking that at first she didn't see the
strange movement at her young teenage lover's back. And then when she did notice the
strange movement, she thought she was seeing things! But it only took the passionately
excited blonde a few minutes to realize that this was no apparition... it was Duke! It was
the dog who had served as her sole lover during so many lonely dark nights at the
prison!
Her first thought was that he was going to attack the boy. But then she realized that he
would never attack the boy he had previously tried so bravely to save. No, it wasn't an
attack that the enormous beast had in mind... unless it was a sexual attack!
The great, hulking German shepherd seemed a bit unsteady on his thick legs and he
looked at her almost as if she were a complete stranger. He was at her teenage lover's
back, coming out of his painfully-rendered unconsciousness, but it looked as if she was
the only one to notice his presence! The passion-incited blonde convict couldn't see
across the cave from her position, but she easily recognized the lewd noises she heard.
It was obvious that her friend and fellow convict was obscenely engaged with the other
two teenage boys and much too engrossed in her pleasure to notice the movement of
the German shepherd.
Slowly, tentatively, cautiously, the great beast was making his way towards her. She
knew what he wanted, even in his semi-dazed state and she could feel a shiver of lust
anticipation ripple through her naked flesh. She had wanted him so desperately before
because there had been no other way to satisfy the cravings of lust which tortured her
each night – but now she wanted him because she knew how much carnal satisfaction
he could provide and the sex-greedy woman wanted all the satisfaction she could get!
Duke had been a magnificent lover before and now his long scarlet dog-cock could only
add deeper dimensions to her already highly aroused pleasure!
Her legs were splayed wide apart and she watched in wide-eyed and cunt-tingling
pleasure as Duke eagerly began to move over to her, still unnoticed by his enraptured
teenage master who sat astride her naked torso. Eagerly, lovingly, the mammoth dog
licked at the hotly aroused, hair-fringed slit of her already palpitating vagina! Laura had
gotten so turned on watching her companion convict getting fucked by two cocks at
once... and now this boy's long hot hardness between the mountains of her sensuous
breasts had aroused her to the boiling point... and Duke had sensed it!
Yes, the great beast had smelled the unmistakable aroma of her arousal and went
straight to its source! Of course, he was still slightly stunned from the pistol-blow to his
head and she knew that he was merely following his instincts, merely doing what he
had been so well trained to do back at the prison! His whole life at Allerton Detention
Center had revolved around the performance of his special tricks whenever this
aromatic scent struck his keenly alert nostrils. And now, still in a sort of dazed shock
from Carmen's cruel blow, he was simply obeying the commands of his training! Like
all of his breed, his training had become nearly instinct which was always to be obeyed
even after a nasty wound like he had suffered.
His hot, licking touch there between the luscious blonde's parted thighs brought back a
thousand memories, still excitingly fresh in her mind, of the wondrous pleasures of this
magnificent loving beast had brought to her all her lonely and frustrating years behind
those thick brick walls of Allerton. The swirling memories must have fanned even
hotter the smouldering coals of her hotly aroused passion that burned like a forest fire
in her loins. An almost inaudible whimper flew from her lips, begging the German
shepherd without words to perform his erotic tricks. The dog, too, whimpered and then
he slowly lowered his long nose between her trembling, love-starved thighs, his hot
scorching breath like a bellows fanning the already crackling flames of her passion,
driving her closer and closer to the brink of helpless, uncontrollable, writhing
passionate ecstasy!
"Aaaarrruuuugggghhh... ooooohhhhhh... aaaaaeeeee..." She couldn't help herself.
She moaned and groaned huskily and closed her lust-glazed eyes as his cool, wet dog
nose brushed moistly over the palpitating inner flesh of her super-sensitive thigh. And
then, as the blood-heated lips of her lust-aroused young cunt quivered in eager
anticipation of the divine pleasure which was to come, her legs splayed even wider and
his long, wet, fire-filled tongue swiped deeply through the hair-framed furrow of her
sex-starved vagina, all the way from her hotly clenched anal mouth and upward to the
pink, trembling lips of her lust-lubricated pussy and then... "Ooooohhhhhh!"... his fiery
hot tongue was laving the hotly aroused, oily marble of her sensitive clitoris! Wave after
wave of electric-like jolts of pleasure crashed through her naked body as he rolled that
magnificently sensitive little bud with his tonguetip so divinely, so tantalizingly, so
gloriously!
Billy wasn't sure he understood what was happening. The inexperienced thirteen year
old was frankly amazed that this older woman was so hotly eager and quiveringly
responsive writhing beneath him. He had never imagined that a woman could get so
incredibly aroused just from the sensation of feeling his thickly pulsing cock between
her succulent large breasts! He couldn't see her hands and he wondered for a moment
if she was fiddling with herself down there between her lustfully parted thighs like he
had heard that some women do.
But then, all thoughts of the woman's passionate abandon flew from the youngster's
mind as he realized that his own glorious climax was about to explode from the
heatedly churning depths of his cum-filled balls. First, there was a last shuddering jerk
of his throbbing penis that made the hot, naked flesh of her tits ripple with its
intensity... a brief moment of ramrod-straightness... and then it began to jet from the
end of his cock like a firehose. Heavy, hot, cream-like cum that shot from the tiny slit
in the blunt head of his cock with such painful ferocity that it seemed to shock his
entire naked body with a thousand volt shock. He could feel it burning a path from his
heavily pendulous testicles through the rigid pole of his cock until it splattered with a
thudding sound and coated the young blonde's chin with hotly seething discharge.
And now she was squirming and writhing with even more passionate abandon beneath
him! He couldn't believe it! In the heat and frenzy of her hotly aroused passion, she
hardly seemed to notice that he had just cum all over her face! Her eyes had been
closed and she was still writhing beneath him, mewling and moaning like a bitch in
heat!
"Hey, little boy," Carmen called laughingly from across the cave, "maybe you aren't
man enough for a real woman after all!" Billy shot her a quick glance and saw that she
had paused from her position between his older brother's legs where she had been
frantically sucking on his blood-pressured hot hardness while Tony was between her
legs licking frantically at the pinkly glistening cuntal flesh nestled between her fleshy,
wide-spread thighs.
"Looks like old Duke is up to his old trick again! Hot damn!" Carmen laughed before
returning to her erotically exciting work on Billy Peterson's older brother.
"W-what..." The thirteen year old boy sensed his wonderful dog's presence even before
he turned around and saw it. His own faithful dog was licking this blonde woman
convict between her willingly spread thighs as if he knew her pussy intimately! And he
probably did, if all the stories Donna Sanders had told him were true! Still weak from
his shattering orgasm, the boy fell off of her naked torso, wide-eyed and open-mouthed
with disbelief.
"Leave them, Billy," his brother called, his voice nearly choking in his throat from the
intensity of his pleasure as Carmen voraciously sucked in the full throbbing length of
his lust-swollen cock. "Leave them... old Duke knows... what he's doing... he's been
there before... he'll take good care of her... you can have more... later... more fun
later..." And then the fourteen year old boy lost what little control he had found over
his words, completely drowned by the heated whirlpool of his own tremendously
aroused passion as he watched the rock-hard, thickly throbbing length of his teenage
flesh appearing and then disappearing back into the brunette convict's ravenously
sucking hot mouth.
Laura seemed far away in a blissful dream, in a world of peace and pleasure as Billy
looked down at her. He knew that this was a very special region for the sex-starved
young blonde, one she had explored with Duke many times before. It was as if she was
floating in the vastness of space, in a vacuum where nothing existed except the pure
and prurient pleasure of the electrifying brush of the dog's hungrily laving tongue
between her willingly parted thighs. Her eagerly moist pubic mound, already warm and
damp from her vicarious excitement and from her previous orgasm, was now a
quivering, hotly sizzling inferno of anxiously palpitating flesh that seemed to be
devoured by the hotly glowing flames of her passionate ecstasy.
"Aaaaauuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh... oooooooohhhhhhh... Duke, you old devil... oh
God, it feels good... so very good... oooooooohhhhhh... do it to me... lick me like you
used to... God, it's more than I can stand... ooooohhhhh..." The excitement induced by
her first splendid orgasm and then by watching Carmen's salacious spectacle of lust,
and now the addition of this lustfully licking great beast, was simply too much for the
sex-starved woman convict. Already the satiny smoothness of her inner thighs was
flushed with a pink glow and tiny dew-drops of perspiration rolled downward into the
clenched crevice of her nakedly tremulous buttocks.
Duke's low whining noises of pleasure were blending with hers in a kind of obscenely
exciting symphony of raw and savage desire and unrequited passion. Now and again
the lust-inspired woman would cry out wailingly as he lunged his hotly thick lingual
probe deeper and deeper into her feverishly clasping cuntal slit. At this point, the 
lustcrazed escaped convict could feel only one thing – the frantic, maddening passion 
that had suddenly and overwhelmingly consumed her and that ached fiercely in her
involuntarily writhing loins. What a magnificent and craving hunger she felt for this
lust-beast! He could quench this desire, satiate this flame, as he had done so many
times before! All the memories of the many nights spent with this magnificent dog on
the grass outside his doghouse came flooding back into her lust-ravaged mind in a
torrent of emotion... God, was she going crazy?
Laura suddenly felt as though she loved this sex-incited animal! She loved him like a
human lover – more perhaps than a human lover! God, how desperately she ached to
have him inside her where she could feel him, where she could feel the turgidly
throbbing length of his pleasure-packed dog-cock! She didn't care who was watching
her or what fate would bring her tomorrow! Nothing mattered now but her precious
animal-lover Duke who had brought her so much exquisite pleasure before and would
again! Who cared if the whole population of Allerton saw her now? Nothing anyone
could say or think or do could stop her now or damage the unbreakable bond of desire
and passion – nothing!
Duke, lost in a whirling daze of passion, savored the fragrant, exotically exciting odor of
her female human arousal... how he loved and cherished that pungent scent! And this
human female had always been one of his favorites, one of the few that spoke softly and
kindly to him even when they weren't doing these special tricks together. Maybe the
throbbing in his head was a hurting pain, but that made no difference now... he had to
do what he knew best and what he knew she wanted him to do. And he wanted to do
it, too!
He excitedly tongued her curl-fringed dampness with increasing fervor, bringing gush
after gush of her sweet-tasting cunt-juices to his tonguetip and an even stronger rutting
keenness to his lust-driven animal loins.
Carmen, Marty and Tony, having already satiated their own wildly heated passions,
now watched with rapt fascination. Their differences were, for the moment, smothered
over by the wild eroticism of this lascivious tableau and each one felt as if they could go
on watching it forever.
Suddenly, Laura felt as if she simply couldn't stand it for one torturous second longer.
The vicarious excitement of her previous orgasm, the lust-provoking excitement of
watching his older brother perform with Carmen Fletcher just now... and then Billy's
lust-provoking fucking of her between her lusciously succulent breasts... and now this!
Laura knew that he had to have this pleasure-giving beast and she had to have him
now.
Gasping a sharp, pitiful cry of genuine lust-anguish, she rolled back on her shoulders so
that her naked, dog-tongued loins were turned upward in unmistakable invitation to
her magnificent animal lover. Her delicate blue eyes sparkled with lascivious eagerness
as the young blonde pulled her legs achingly back until her knees touched the super
sensitive nipples of her roundly firm breasts.
The passion burning in her loins seemed powerful enough to devour her entire naked
body! She raised her head enough to see that Duke needed no further prodding or
urging... his scarlet tapered penis was already sliding out of its furry sheath and
dripping a fine trail of animal cum from its nearly pointed tip. She could see his dark,
cum-filled testicles that she knew were churning hotly with the juices of his lust and she
knew, too, that those scalding juices would soon be sloshing warmly in her sated white
belly.
"Yes, lover... oh yes, Duke... fuck me! God, hurry! Fuck me now like you used to do,
my big beautiful beast! Please! Oh God, hurry! I can't stand it any more! Spill all of
your wonderful cum inside me, lover! Oh God, fuck me, Duke! Fuck me! Fuck
meeeeeeeee!"
With one eagerly trembling hand, the young blonde escaped convict parted the softly
wet quivering lips of her own vagina, spreading the fleecy shroud apart, and she stroked
it with lewd and obscene enticement. "Now, Duke... now, shove it into me... good and
hard... hard, lover... God, how I need your cock inside me!"
Duke bounded onto her without hesitation, his powerful legs on either side of her
naked torso, and his incredibly long, firm animal-cock brushing tantalizingly over the
hotly pouting lips of her hotly quivering pussy. She reached down beneath him and he
whined eagerly as he felt her gentle caress along the hotly aroused length of his thickly
turgid cock. She eased it with loving tenderness between the softly clasping lips of her
sizzling hot vagina and into the hotly steaming cleft between her outstretched thighs.
"Ooooooooohhhhhh... God, fill me with it... so big... so hard... so wonderful... fuck me,
you big beautiful beast... fuck me like you used to do before... fuck me silly, Duke... Oh,
God, fuck meeeeeeeee!"
As soon as he felt the moistly clutching young pussy-flesh ravenously nibbling at the
tapered tip of his virile shaft of flesh, the great German shepherd knew exactly what he
had to do – what she wanted him to do and what he needed to do himself! She wanted
him now, only him, hard and hot and heavy inside her. Duke fucked forward with a
savage animal thrust that rammed the long crimson animal-cock all the way to the furry
underside of his dog belly in one long, magnificently skewering thrust.
"Aaaaaaawwwwwww... oooooaaaaaaa-eeeeeiiiii... yeeeeeeessssss! Oh God... harder...
harder... deeper... ooooohhhhh!"
Duke knew there was no longer any need for either gentleness or caution. And so the
great beast sank his long, desire-stiffened animal-cock, swelling with the hotly boiling
blood of his carnal passion, into the cock-hungry upraised cuntal slit of this gorgeous
blonde woman who was so familiar to him. He was forced to lower himself to a kind of
uncomfortable squatting position to do it well. But he was successfully humping deeply
into her soft-walled womb now, every hard, incredibly fast animal-thrust burying his
turgid cock to the furry base in her eagerly clutching cunt.
Laura could not believe the intensity of the electrifying pleasure that crashed through
her nakedly writhing body. Maddening delights of unholy rapturous ecstasy quickly
ripped through her lewdly rocking nakedness and she groaned incessantly, writhing and
squirming beneath him as she willingly offered the whole lust-lubricated expanse of her
nakedly spread cunt up to her glorious dog-lover in unquestionable wanton abandon.
Straining her neck so that she could see with her own eyes this wildly erotic fucking she
was enjoying, the young blonde was actually able to watch with mesmerized fascination
as the crimson taper of hotly erect dog-cock slammed wetly in and out of her moistly
steaming young cuntal furrow, fucking its way maddeningly to its very hilt in her wildly
welcoming pussy passage, his slick-skinned balls slapping heavily and lewdly down
against the pinkly puckered anal opening between the lasciviously spread creamy cheeks
of her rounded buttocks.
"Aaaaauuuuuuggggghhhhhh! Arugh! Oh! Ooww! Eeee! Arugh!
Oooooooooowwwwww!" the deliriously excited young blonde gasped as she kicked her
legs out and wrapped them tightly around the animal's powerful back in order to lift up
her feverishly burning loins higher, meeting his frantically urgent thrusts with a lurid
grinding of her naked pelvis.
Frenzied with the excitement of her passion, she groaned continuously as his hairy
underbelly and loins battered and slapped loosely against her tautly spread ass-cheeks,
his enormously glistening scarlet animal penis driving joyous ecstasy into her sizzling
hot loins with every powerful thrust. With shameless, whimpering mewls, the lust
intoxicated escaped woman convict rotated her hungrily working hips and buttocks up
at Duke, grinding the ravenously hungry walls of her naked wet cunt hotly around the
lust-propelled crimson length of his rapaciously piercing animal-cock, a cry of soul
stirring bliss gasping from her lips. She was lost now, thoroughly and totally lost to the
sublime joy of her exquisite ecstasy. She knew that this could very well be the last day
of her life on this earth, but it didn't matter now at all. If she died tomorrow, she would
go in a blaze of gloriously fulfilled lust!
The uncontrollably excited young blonde could feel herself deliciously near the
unmistakable and joyous pinnacle of total fulfillment, and she ground her stark naked
body up hard to eagerly meet the dog's wildly frantic thrusts. Her erotically flame
devoured loins prickled with the jabs of a million dancing needles of prurient and
passionate lust; her sensuously quivering white belly was filled with the erotic promise
of a dynamically satisfying orgasm... a wild, savage mingling of their two frenzied
climaxes that would explode like an atomic bomb!
Laura strained beneath her panting animal lover as she watched his wetly gleaming
dog-cock vanishing furiously and heatedly again and again into the pinkly sucking lips
of her fire-devoured cunt. Her luscious thighs were widely spread and her buttocks
upthrust wildly as she gasped and moaned at the feel of her own pink cuntal flesh being
pulled clingingly out with every outstroke and then disappearing up inside her again
with his thrusting humping movements, his heavy cum-filled balls smacking lewdly
against the tingling, lust-drenched crevice of her obscenely grinding buttocks. Her
enormous breasts were swollen even larger and they bounced about tantalizingly on her
chest as she squirmed and thrashed in rhythm to his wondrously pleasure-filled animal
fucking.
"Oh lover, I love it... yes, fuck me good... fuck me hard... oh God, it feels so
goooooddddd... fuck me... deeper... harder... oooooooohhhhhh, lover!" Laura reached
up to him, and, as every eye in the cave watched incredulously, their own desires
burning fiercely in their loins, she pulled his huge furry head down to hers and
showered him with wetly passionate kisses. Her flushed, lust-contorted face wailed out a
savage, guttural cry that seemed to come from the very source of her soul as if the wild
pistoning of his frenetic cock-thrusts was driving it from her. "Ooooohh... kiss me,
lover... kiss my sweet lips... oooooohhh... aaaarrrruuuuugh!"
Duke didn't understand her words but her desire was clear enough to his keen animal
brain. His long thick tongue thrust into the heat of her lust-moistened mouth, brushing
her own hot tongue as it searched deeply almost into the farthest reaches of her human
throat. She sucked on his spearing oral instrument wildly, unbridled bestial lust now in
total command of both her naked body and her passion-crazed mind. Her toes curled
against the soles of her bare feet as every single cell of her naked being raced madly
forward toward the shattering and divine moment of climax she could feel was so close,
so near and yet so far. With his fierce tongue there between her luscious moist lips, it
was like being fucked at both ends at once! Carmen had nothing on her now! Her
beautiful animal lover was giving her all the pleasure she could possibly dream of – and
more, much more!
Only a few more seconds... just a few more... yes... yes!
It hit her like the shock-wave of a convulsive earthquake. She shrieked madly, wildly,
and her naked body contorted with maddening, uncontrollable sexual bliss. Her
voluptuously naked body was bent almost double, her loins twisting and thrashing and
writhing with the excruciating ecstasy of her savage joy. Salaciously, her vaginal sheath
constricted even tighter and undulated ecstatically along the hard length of his scarlet,
dripping dog-cock.
He answered her frenzy with an even faster, stronger rhythm and then he was
cumming, too! Spurt after jetting spurt of boiling hot animal cum sloshed back to the
deepest recesses of her insanely milking vagina, the sperm-hungry walls closing and
contracting spasmodically around his heavily ejaculating cock as if to milk every last
ounce of cum from its erupting length.
Laura screamed chokingly again, her creamy-skinned buttocks tensing and beginning to
contract convulsively in a mad milking movement as his magnificent animal eruption
filled her to overflowing! Duke now pulled his thick long dog-tongue wetly out of her
still voraciously sucking mouth and her long blonde hair flailed wildly on the packed
dirt floor of the cave as she shuddered and shook from the lewd combination of their
mingled orgasmic juices warmly trickling from the ravaged, but lust-fulfilled, lips of her
wide-stretched vagina and oozing down along the inside of her smooth white thighs.
"Aaaaaauuuuuurrrrggghhhh... oooooo-wwwweeeeeiiiii..." Groan after lust-inspired
groan escaped from her lusciously moist lips, softer this time, growing softer all the
time.
And then she allowed her long, lithe legs to fall in lewd little jerking movements until
they reached the floor, and a soul-felt cry left her throat as she felt the warmly slithering
wetness of his softening dog-cock escaping from the still hotly clinging grip of her now
lust-satisfied pussy flesh.
A collective gasp of relief seemed to echo around the stone walls of the tree-hidden cave
from Carmen and the three lust-mesmerized teenage boys. The four mute witnesses of
this incredible sexual debauchery were still stunned and fascinated to the point of
silence by the sheer wanton splendor of this lewd bestial coupling. All three of the 
cunthungry teenage boys were thinking the same thing... which one of them would be the
next to give this sex-crazed woman the pleasure of a good hard cock inside of her
greedy little cunt?
Carmen stirred beside them, her luscious naked breasts quivering on her chest as the
violence of her own passion began to burn once again down there between her
voluptuously full thighs. While the three boys were concentrating all their thoughts on
her companion in escape, Carmen Fletcher had her eyes and her thoughts on that
magnificently loving dog who had followed them here unbidden. Now, she reflected,
she was glad she hadn't put a bullet through his head as she had first been inspired to
do. No, it was a good thing the boy had restrained her... this dog would come in very
useful in the long days to come before they would escape to Canada!


Chapter 10

The official inquiry into the escape plot of Carmen Fletcher and Laura Miller was held
about two weeks later in the large oak-paneled Conference Room of the Hall of Justice
in Hampstead. Because the spectacular escape attempt and kidnap had received such
wide publicity, the area reserved for spectators was completely filled and the necessary
witnesses, including Matron Anne Peterson, her assistant Donna Sanders, the guards
and the two teenage Peterson boys, were forced to sit on uncomfortable metal folding
chairs just in front of the spectators section.
Matron Peterson testified last. She began by relating how the two escaping women
prisoners had entered her house, tying and gagging both herself and Donna Sanders,
and then had escaped with her thirteen and fourteen-year-old sons as hostages. She
couldn't of course, testify to the events which occurred during the four and a half days
these women spent with her sons and another teenage boy in a secluded cave about fifty
miles from Allerton, but she did explain how the capture of these two desperate women
had been accomplished.
It had been easy enough, she explained, to discover the place in the meadow where
their getaway car had been hidden since several escaping prisoners had hidden
automobiles there before as it was the only safe place for miles around to hide an object
as large as a car. From there, it was simple enough to follow their tire tracks over the
seldom used roads they had used and at last they had discovered the cave where the
illusive women hid with her two precious sons. Of course, she explained, at that point
there was no way of knowing that yet another teenager was in the cave as a hostage as
well.
Anne Peterson felt a shiver of dread crawl up her spine as she related the final events.
Things could have worked out so differently... her boys could have been killed and then
she would have been left with nothing in the world... nothing. Struggling to compose
herself, she continued her testimony to the Panel of Inquiry, leaving out, however, the
portion at the end. It wasn't really necessary for everyone to know that the three
teenage boys and Laura Miller had been stark naked when the Highway Patrol had
finally burst into that cave...
Carmen Fletcher, Matron Peterson explained, had emerged from the cave just after
noon on the fourth day. In one hand she clutched a small pistol and her other hand
clutched the collar of the prison guard dog, Duke. The Matron herself had called to
Carmen through a bullhorn that the cave was surrounded and that she should
surrender immediately. The prisoner offered no resistance, immediately dropping her
pistol and letting go of the massive German shepherd. It was only a matter of moments
before the Matron and several Highway Patrol officers dashed into the cave, having
already been told by Carmen that Laura was unarmed.
Billy and Marty Peterson were not called to testify.
Carmen Fletcher and Laura Miller were returned to Allerton to serve out the remainder
of their original sentences, plus another two years as punishment for their attempted
escape.
Anne Peterson and Donna Sanders stood outside on the court house steps afterwards.
Anne was glad it was all over at last. Her two teenage sons had been safely returned to
her and that was all she cared about... vague suspicions of what had occurred during
those four days in that cave had haunted her for the past two weeks, but she preferred
not to question the boys about it, realizing that they had lived through that horrifying
experience once and that it would be difficult for them to have to relive it again in
telling her about it. One day, perhaps when they were older... maybe then they could
talk about it.
As Anne started to walk away, her arms wrapped tightly around her two handsome
teenage sons, she saw Carmen and Laura emerge from the courthouse, accompanied by
several guards. And they were smiling! They almost seemed glad to be returning to
prison! They looked at each other with sly, knowing glances, then glanced towards her
sons with almost... obscene... lewd... glimmers in their eyes! And then their joint gazes
had travelled to the Matron's parked car, where Duke's head could be seen peering
above a half-open window...
The Matron shook her head, uncomprehending, confused, and walked on, taking her
two young sons back to the safety and sanctity of their own home...


THE END
