BEAST PRISON
By Paul Gable


Foreword

While the innocent are no strangers to violence, and never have been, the recent up
surge in criminal activity has taken a particularly grim toll of the unsuspecting
bystander. And the reasons for their molestations have been more sinister.
Today's headlines and newscasts are filled with stories of oil company executives
kidnapped for political purposes, of innocent bystanders taken hostage during
robberies, of diplomats gunned down in the middle of foreign capitals.
Some of these acts have been committed in the name of some cause whose philosophy
is probably suspect and whose means of executing same is sordid. All this is done
because, supposedly, the end justifies the means. And what of the countless cases of
seemingly wanton violence committed for no apparent reason whatsoever? In either
case, it is the guiltless individual who suffers most.
BEAST PRISON is the story of an innocent girl suffering at the hands of cruel and
depraved men. A story with a lesson for an uncaring society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Tina stared through the bars guarding the frosty window pane. How peaceful it seemed
out there. The bare oaks stood darkly silhouetted against the gray January sky, their
branches piled high with snow. If she had been a painter, the dark-haired teenager
could have hardly wished for a more perfect winter scene. How awful, then, that she
had to be looking at it from the inside of a reform school.
Oh, God, it's not true! Tina said to herself, curling her fingers around the bars and
resting her forehead against the cold iron. She had nothing to do with selling those
drugs they found in her locker. But how her so-called friends enjoyed implicating her,
telling all those lies, convincing the police and court that she'd been in the distributing
gang with them. Even her own parents believed the half-cocked stories they dreamed
up.
Tina loosened her grip on the bars and turned away, wiping a tear from under one eye.
She'd been at this place for one week and already she was going half-crazy. Most of the
girls didn't want to talk, or else talked about nothing else except boys, drugs and maybe
"making it" with one another after lights out. It was foreign to everything she'd ever
experienced before. And she had nearly one year to serve in this hell-hole.
"Oh, God!"
Emily felt her cuntal muscles tightening again. She was only a teenager, just developing
mentally into a woman, although her body had arrived at that stage nearly one year
earlier. What were those strange feelings racing through her young little virginal pussy,
making her thighs tighten, making her heart race and her nipples stiffen so deliciously?
The brunette had read several sex manuals, had the usual talk with her mother and
attended the obligatory sex education classes at school. Yet none of these sources really
discussed the pleasurable feelings she was starting to have. And here, in this upstate
New York reform school, she was having them more strongly than ever. How could she
prevent them from happening more often?
Looking guiltily around her shoulder, Tina saw no one was peering in through the
small glass square at the top of the metal door. She had no roommate yet in the tiny
cell she occupied. Tina had just returned from the evening shower and wore only the
blue flannel bathrobe her mother had given her last Christmas. Now she stood in front
of the tiny sink attached to the cinder-block wall, beads of moisture appearing on her
upper lip and forehead. How her cunt burned! Tina dropped her head and fought for
breath, tightening her grip on the porcelain sink, trying to fight down that tight hot
feeling in her snatch.
"I can't, I can't!" she cried, sobbing and giving up. Her robe opened as the girl rubbed
her crotch against the front of the sink. Looking up into the cracked mirror, Tina saw
her face... red, bloated with lust, the face of a whore. No, no, that was impossible. She
was a nice girl, a girl who up to now did nothing to offend anyone. And yet, how hot
she was getting.
Breathing hard, her eyes shining strangely, her mouth slack, the teenager brought one
hand up and rubbed her fingers over her flat belly, her hands slowly working lower, her
fingers finally pushing through the black, curled thicket sticking out from between her
legs.
Tina giggled hysterically, feeling the awesome power in her cunt throb to her light
touch. Her clit tightened and pulsed while that strange feeling raced through her
snatch.
Oh, God, help me, help me! the young woman begged, feeling her tits swell with lust.
She spread back her bloated cunt-lips with her fingers, breathing harder as she felt them
wet down with hot juice. It was impossible for her to stop now. Tina leaned forward,
her breath fogging up the mirror. Tina sucked in a deep breath and pulled her cunt-lips
farther back, exposing her tiny clit to her touch.
"Oh, oh!"
Through the mist created on the mirror by her breathing, she saw her tits rise and fall,
jiggling with the moves of her swaying body. The sight of her tits swaying back and
forth, of her nipples growing more and more red and sticking out farther from her tits
made the girl faint with lust. Shrugging her shoulders, Tina slid the bathrobe off,
oblivious to the cold temperatures in the room the other girls complained so much
about. She could feel nothing but heat, nothing but the glowing heat of her own
sexuality. Lust crawled through her body and flowed through every square inch of her
flesh.
Tina wanted to touch herself all over at once. But oh, how wonderful it was to feel both
her hands filled with cunt-muscle. She leaned farther over the sink until her shoulders
pressed against the mirror. Ohhhh, how her knees shook, bent, threatened to buckle
under from the power of her throbbing cunt. "God, help me!"
Tina moved her shoulders up and down, feeling her stiff-tipped tits rub back and forth
on the slick glass while her fingers drilled deeper and probed faster into her sweaty
cunt.
What am I doing? Tina thought as she felt her belly turning over and her hips twisting
shamelessly against the sink. The girl prayed, pinching her clit, shoving it back down,
arousing herself more and more by playing with her cunt. Her buttocks tightened and
separated as she shifted her hips from side to side. Tina sawed her cunt while she
twisted her clit between her thumb and forefinger. Her tiny clit was so hot, so slippery
with her juices. The young brunette sighed, her body bowing out toward the wall while
her feet slid over the cold tile floor. Ohhhh, how she wanted something inside her
pussy. As terrible as that thought sounded, it was something the girl wished with all her
heart. Many times while lying alone in her narrow prison bed, Tina wondered what it
would be like having a man crawling on top of her, his hands kneading her flesh, his
legs rubbing against hers while he fucked her deeper and deeper into the mattress.
"Ohhhhh!"
Tina closed her eyes now and pretended a man was on top of her, fucking her, playing
with her, driving her up the wall with his foreplay. The brunette stuck her fingers
deeper into her wet cunt and jerked her thumb and forefinger around with quicker
movements. Her fingering made her clit throb with desire. The girl was gasping,
sobbing, sawing and twisting her clit and pussy. Tina was so consumed by lust that she
didn't notice a pair of eyes staring at her through the thick glass at the top of the cell
door.
"God!"
The tiny brunette stuck her fingers in her tight pussy one last time and gave her clit a
final twitch. As she pitched forward, feeling her cunt-mouth snap tightly on her
wriggling fingers, Tina sighed deeply, dragging her tits over the mirror. Her asscheeks
danced and jiggled while she braced herself to keep from sliding to the floor. Ohhh,
how weak she suddenly felt. Tina wondered if a woman got the same feeling after
fucking a man. Fucking! There, she said it. How her mother and father warned her
against swearing in front of them. But how naturally that word flowed from her mind
now.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
Her pussy was still hot, still bubbling over with lust. She moved her hips back and forth
again, feeling her hot sweet juice in her pussy boil over her hairy snatch. Ohhhh, how
wet her fingers were, how they clicked as they worked greedily over her bloated outer
labes. The brunette teenager flexed her thighs over the cracked porcelain rim of the
sink, laughing, trying to smother that soft giggle as her snatch grew hotter and tighter.
Could she go on like this all night? Was it possible for a girl to keep... coming until she
finally dropped to the floor? "Ohhhhhhh, God!"
Tina jerked her head back, writhing as the last of her orgasm peaked. One hand shot
up and grabbed her hot nipple, squeezing it until she cried with lust.
"My God, help!"
Her belly heaved while her thighs and asscheeks clenched tightly. The balls of her feet
skidded on the polished floor as she raised and lowered her hips in a wild dance of
orgasm. The dance ended quickly as the door banged harshly against the concrete wall.
"So, this is the way you spend your time, is it, Tina?"
The girl screamed, covering her tits and cunt, lunging backward. She slapped her naked
ass against the sink as she tried to avoid the guard's reach. He stood there, his pants
tenting up by the crotch, his black eyes gleaming unnaturally as he stared at her legs,
her belly, her cunt, her tits.
"You're not supposed to be in here!" she cried, finally finding her voice.
"Couldn't help it," the tall black-haired guard
said, rubbing his moustache and studying her. "We were taking a girl over to the head
matron's office and decided to cut through the block. Like to peep in and see what the
girls do at night. Sometimes we see a couple of 'em fucking one another and help them
out," he said. The other guards laughed softly.
"Hey, pipe down in there. Some of us gotta sleep!" a voice cried out.
"Help me! Oh, please, men are in my room!" Tina cried loudly, staring at the open
doorway and wondering if she could somehow get past these men.
"If you can't handle 'em, honey, just send them over to room 86!" a second voice
shouted out. It was followed by smothered laughter, then silence.
Oh, God! The others didn't care what happened to her. In fact, they were all probably
in their rooms, gloating over her dilemma. She'd sensed resentment the day she walked
into this place. The others knew she wasn't a criminal. They hated her for her good
looks, her clothes, her education – everything that put her head and shoulders above
them. And their resentment was shared by the prison staff. Now staring at these guards,
Tina could see it shining in their eyes.
"I'm a good guard. Don't like to see any little troublemaker goin' around and thinkin'
she's too fuckin' good for us," the first guard said, sneering down at her. He reached
forward and dragged the terrified brunette from her cell. "I don't think you got a real
good grasp on the situation," he said with mock seriousness, glancing over his
shoulders at his friends who poorly smothered their laughter.
"Hey, Jack, maybe you oughtta teach her a little respect for the uniform, you know?"
"Yeah. The head matron always bitches about these little cunts spoutin' off in her
office," the head guard said, wiping his moustache with the back of his hand. "Take her
into my office."
Tina struggled, pulling away from the men as they dragged her down a labyrinth of
brightly lit corridors. Behind some of the doors she could hear the inmates yelling at
her to shut up. Her terror increased as they left the main housing area and passed
through several high-security iron doors.
"You guys find your own," Jack said, jerking Tina into a small room and slamming the
door behind her. He threw the girl on a small bed where she lay on her elbows,
weeping, shivering, her arms hugging her knees.
"Please, let me go!" Tina begged in a tiny voice. Jack stood at the foot of the cot. The
room was small... smaller than her cell. The only furniture was this cot, one wood chair
and a small table. The smell of disinfectant was overpowering.
"Name's Jack Bennington," he said, opening his khaki jacket and shrugging it off his
broad shoulders. He was so handsome, so big, so terrifying. Her cunt spasmed with
excitement – and fear – as his eyes seemed to bore a hole in her head.
"They say you need a little lesson... that right?"
Tina shook her head from side to side, feeling her throat tighten.
"We know you haven't done that much... selling smack on campus, hell," he said,
sniggering while unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "All the kids are into that market one
way or the other." Jack stopped, running his fingers along the edge of his shirt and
smiling more broadly. His big, white teeth were sharply contrasted against his black
moustache drooping over his upper lips.
"I didn't do it! I swear, I wasn't involved in anything like that," Tina protested.
Jack wrinkled up his forehead, his smile fading slightly.
"So, maybe that's your problem. Maybe you have to see yourself as a little less than you
think you are. Then maybe you won't think you're so high and mighty."
As he spoke, the big guard's voice became thick and dark. Tina shook with terror. He
was so big, he could snap her body in half if he wanted to.
"No, no, that's not true! I haven't done anything here to deserve this!"
Jack unbuckled the long, metal-buckled black leather belt from around his waist. He
held it tightly, snapping it against his thighs. The veins around his knuckles stood out.
"Now maybe I'm gonna teach you some manners. When the guards come by you won't
scream... and you won't play with yourself in your room. Shit, if you're that horny all
you gotta do is call one of us."
This was a nightmare. It couldn't be happening. This couldn't be a reform school. It
was as if Tina had dropped through some hole in society and wound up in a depraved
brothel.
Tina sobbed as she watched the shadow of Jack's raised arm cut across her belly. The
dangling belt swayed back and forth over her tits, ready to snap down and cut a broad
stripe over her body.
"Roll over!"
"Please, don't do this to me!" she shouted, her eyes wide, her nostrils flaring.
"Over on your ass, or I'll tear your tits off with this mother."
Tina had no choice but to obey. She rolled over, pressing her knees together, covering
her mouth with both hands and waiting for the first painful blow. Jack hesitated, his
eyes caressing the girl's smooth, curved back. He studied her jutting shoulder blades,
her boyish hips, and her long, smooth, tapered legs. Tina felt a flush of shame. He was
raping her with his eyes, studying her asscheeks, standing oh so close to her with that
telltale bulge between his legs.
Jack swung the belt. The thick leather whistled through the air, hissing as it came down
hard on her clenched asscheeks. Tina screamed, her fingers clawing at the filthy top
sheet. Her head snapped to one side as the leather smacked dryly against her flesh.
"Feel a little more like cooperating, baby?" Jack growled.
Tina didn't say a word. What did he want? Anything she said he shouted down with a
curse, raising the belt over his head. And oh, how her asscheeks burned. The heat tore
through them and spread into her cunt. He began hitting her again and again,
crisscrossing her with the strokes, creating a pattern on her jiggling buttocks with the
large belt. The girl squirmed and whimpered. The leather thrashed against her butt and
upper legs so often, Tina thought the blows were slowly numbing her flesh.
"Enough?"
Tina tried not to cry. But the leather burned so and her asscheeks felt as if they were
being branded. The big guard kept hitting her ass. His strength seemed to increase as
the seconds ticked by. Wouldn't he ever grow tired? Wouldn't he just give up and let
her go back in shame to her cell?
The young girl doubted she could stand much more of this brutality. Already the
searing pain had spread into her cunt. Rather than diminishing the agony racking her
cuntal sheath, the pain seemed to actually increase the growing hot, aching tightness
there. Her pussy-nerves vibrated oddly
with each blow, the vibrations spreading to her clit. That tiny gland ached and throbbed
while the girl clutched at the loose top sheet. Already, Tina could feel the wet sheet
sticking to her legs. "Oh!"
Tina chewed at the pillow, hiding her face. Her buttocks stayed tense and instinctively
opened and closed, matching the blows from the belt. Then, as Jack slowed down
finally, the girl raised her ass in an attempt to absorb the last of the attack.
"You little bitch, you're really into this, aren't you?"
Tina couldn't twist her head around to face him. What was happening inside her? She'd
never felt this strange before. No one had done this to her, never tried to arouse her so
violently.
Jack threaded his belt through the loops of his trousers.
"You're an advanced case and gonna need special training."
Special training? Tina shivered. She could only guess what that meant!


Chapter 2

Tina turned her tear-streaked face toward the wall. She didn't want to face this man
who gloated over her misfortune. The bed sagged as Jack sat on the edge. The odor of
his sweat came through the heavy wool uniform. Tina gagged. There was something
basic, something so animal about him that nauseated as well as attracted her. She
shoved her face deeper into the pillow.
"You're a pretty girl. It's too bad I'm gonna have to fuck up that prettiness if you don't
cooperate," Jack said in a soft voice, running his fingers through her soft, dark-brown
hair.
Tina knew there was little she could do to stop him. Cooperate? That was a laugh! He'd
do what he pleased no matter what she did.
"Man, I'm gonna have you dancing naked before I'm through with you. And you're
gonna love every second of it," he said, his voice growing ominous.
Jack stood up, his fingers working at the buckle. Tina heard his fingers rubbing over his
trousers, heard the sound of that material sliding over his hairy legs. He was stripping
in front of her, getting ready to... to fuck her. Of that the brunette was certain. That
thought made her pussy twitch and her heart pound oh so fast. Her cunt-juice flowed
from her hole while her clit tingled as if a thousand needles were pricking it. Tina
shivered while the pressure in her cunt grew more and more intense. The young
teenager tensed her asscheeks while her hips slid back and forth over the top sheet.
Jack was laughing at her now, enjoying her discomfort. He loved watching her tremble
under his gaze, shiver when he spoke, cringe when he touched her back lightly. He
stared at her like a wolf staring at a cornered animal.
The big guard stepped out of his shorts, dropping them on the floor next to his
trousers, boots and shirts.
"C'mon, take a good look at a good man," he growled.
Slowly, Tina did as she was told, her eyes widening when she saw what stuck out from
between his legs. That thing was huge, the dark-blue veins sticking out from the pink
flesh. It was so long... at least ten inches, and so very thick. A large growth of dark,
wiry hairs bushed out around the base of that monster while a leather-looking sac
dangled beneath it. Tina thought she could actually see the blood pulsing through those
veins to feed that glowing red tip.
"Like what you see, honey? Man, this thing's driven lots of cunts wild!" Jack said
proudly, putting his hands on his broad hips and grinning in triumph down at the girl.
Tina was horrified to think that this... thing could actually fit inside a woman. No, it
would tear her apart, rip her cunt to shreds. No pussy could take something like that
without damage.
"Oh, please, let me go! Don't... put that... thing inside... me!" Tina begged, her face
stricken with terror.
Jack stood there next to the cot, moving his hips slightly back and forth, wagging that
fat dick in front of her eyes. The smell coming out from between his legs ws almost
overwhelming. And yet there was something – something that triggered a positive
response in her pussy.
"Like to look at it, baby? Like to take that thing in your mouth and suck on it?" Jack
teased, making his dick snap up in the air. Tina scooted back until she could feel her
shoulder blades pressing against the cement wall. She fixed her eyes on the head of that
fat dick, watched as a translucent drop of cum oozed from the piss-slit and started
trickling down the silky flesh of Jack's cock-head.
"Oh, God. Good God, help me!"
"That's it, baby, go on and pray," he mocked. "Keep prayin' while I fuck you 'til you
bleed all over the place. When I'm through with you, I'll have you beggin' me for more
dick."
As Tina screamed, he bent down and jerked her legs apart. With rough hands, the big
guard spread her pussy-lips open. Tina couldn't hide her lust any more. Juice flowed
freely from her twat, wetting down Jack's fingers.
"So, you pretend to be the reluctant virgin, and yet you're this hot?" he said, laughing
cruelly, pinching her cunt-lips until the brunette screamed again. Tina threw her head
back, shouting for help.
And at the same time, Tina felt her body melting under Jack's cruelty. There was a lush
hotness radiating down from her belly to her fat, swollen cunt-lips. It seemed that only
her clit and nipples were hard. The air around her grew hot and thick. She struggled for
breath while the big man pawed her body.
"Hungry for cock... that's what you are," he said, lowering himself onto the cot. His
fingers were still scraping the seepy lining of her cunt, moving up to her clit and
playing with the tiny nub until the girl thought she'd die from the wild jolts of pleasure
shooting from it. "You want this fat, slippery cock in your cunt? Man, I can tell, you
can't wait 'til I screw this thing in your pussy," he whispered, moving his fingers
around and around, squeezing her furry outer labes, brushing his knuckles against her
clit and making Tina jerk her knees apart.
"No, no," the brunette whimpered, shaking her head from side to side.
"What's the matter, afraid, honey?"
"Get out of here, leave me alone!" Tina cried, reaching up and shoving the guard back
with all her strength. Jack knocked her hands away savagely, the brightness of his eyes
like the hungry, fixed stare of a rat. She trembled at the way he now looked at her. One
hand raised up high over his head. Tina turned her face, desperately sorry sne'd done
anything to stop him from fucking her. She knew he was going to hit her, teach her a
lesson.
"NO!"
Tina watched the hand coming down, cutting a broad arc in the air. She could hear the
air whistling through his spread fingers. The sound of the slap and her outcry shot
through the room. Bright lights popped in front of her eyes as her cheeks stung from
the blow. Tina groaned, sucking in air through her opened mouth. What was he going
to do now, choke her, drag her around the room? From what she saw, Tina had the
idea the guards ruled supreme here. As loudly as she screamed, no one came to help or
even to investigate.
"Maybe that'll calm you down," Jack said, rubbing his fingers over his thighs. Tina
whimpered, sinking back onto the cot and watching the young, thickly built man tower
above her. "I dig knockin' types like you around... like watchin' proud little cunts like
you buckle under," Jack said, resuming his pussy play. He moved his fingers teasingly
through the tangled jungle of her twat-hairs, pulling at some of them, watching her
stiffen, smiling when he heard her breath catch as he touched some ultrasensitive spot.
Tina tried to fight down the desire she felt rising in her pussy. She tried to ignore the
hot, itchy ache throbbing between her legs. But ohhhh, how expert Jack was at
stimulating a woman's cunt. He made her dance her ass over the top sheet, made her
legs move back and forth, made her knees snap together at times, trapping his hand by
the wrist.
"You're nice all over... nice, smooth skin. Ain't seen skin that smooth for a long time,"
Jack said softly, trailing his fingers up from her cunt to her tits. "Nice, big, soft tits."
The guard cupped her tits in his hands, shoving his fingers deep in the resilient flesh.
"Nice nipples, nice all over," he sighed, rubbing his thumbs over her half-inch tit-tips
and watching as the brunette teenager writhed under him.
"Ohhhh!" Tina cried, snapping her head back. She arched her body, wallowing her
shoulders on the cot while digging the balls of her feet onto the soft mattress. Her tits
jiggled like pudding with those violent, thrashing movements.
"Yeah, that's it, get it goin'. Man, I knew you was a hot 'un!"
Tina squirmed between his knees, rocking her thighs back and forth as she fought for
breath. Strands of her brown hair clung to her damp cheeks and mouth while her head
rolled from side to side. Ohhh, how tight her chest and throat were. And all the while a
wild fire raged in her cunt, burning her clit until she was sure it was ashes.
Jack pinched her nipples harder, rolling them like two peas until the girl screamed in
pain.
"Nooooooooo!" she cried, grasping Jack by the wrists.
"You say no, but fuck, you want more, don'tcha?"
Was that true? Was she that sick, that depraved? Couldn't she stop herself? Was she the
hot slut Jack was telling her she was? No, that was wrong! There was nothing wrong
with her! She was being forced into something, just as she'd been wrongly forced into
this hell-hole. She'd get out. She'd get out of here some way and expose them all to the
world.
"I'm gonna do somethin' that's gonna make us
both feel good... kinda primin' your pump, you might say," Jack said, drawing up from
her body and leaning back. He held her tightly between his knees, working his fingers
over his dick, smoothing them over his fat rod, greasing it down with the cum oozing
freely now from the piss-slit. Slowly, he edged up her body, keeping his knees widely
spread, watching as the girl's eyes almost crossed while she kept them focused on his
long prick.
"Yeah, this is gonna feel real good. Lots of girls like to see me shoot this way," Jack
whispered, dropping his hands from his cock and gripping her tits. The girl felt his
hands move in from the side, shoving her tits toward the center of her chest as he
leaned forward, dropping his cock on her breastbone. Finally, he trapped his long dick
between her tits. Carefully, the big guard turned her tits inward until her hard, stiff
nipples brushed against the sides of his prong.
Tina shivered, biting down on her lips hard and closing her eyes. She moved her ass
from side to side, thrilled by this new sensation. Her nipples were actually being
touched and tickled by his cock. Jack squeezed his hairy buttocks together and started
rocking back and forth like a hobby horse, rubbing his cock in and out against her tits.
Tina felt a hot oil coating them. The tight pressure of his hands holding her tits in place
sent chills through her body. She was being mastered, overpowered, thrilled by his
masculinity – while at the same time terror coursed through her veins. It was an
exhilarating mixture that confused as well as pleased the teenager.
The two of them went on like this for several minutes, the big guard at times snapping
his head back and closing his mouth tightly while trembling all over. He was pumping
her, fucking his cock between her tits while his balls brushed over her chest. The girl
felt all sorts of things, wished he would stop and fuck her, wished he'd disappear and
never show his face again.
"All right! Fuckin' shit, I could fuck your tits all goddamned night!" Jack said
breathlessly, releasing the tight grip on her boobs and edging back. He breathed easily
now, his chest slowly rising and falling while his fingers still caressed her tits and
nipples.
Tina felt like a wild animal. She was breathing heavily, feeling her hot juice trickle out
from between her greasy, swollen cunt-lips. And now he had dropped his face to her
tits, lapping at the stiff nipples, barely touching them with the tip of his tongue. Then
he bent down lower, cupping his mouth around the tiny nubbins and sucking hard.
Tina cried out again, arching her back like a cat while scratching her nails on his broad
shoulders. Ohhh, how devastating it felt when his teeth bit into her sensitive flesh,
trying to get a tight hold on her while his tongue lashed over her nipples.
Jack backed away, wiping his mouth with his hands.
"Can't take much more of this," he panted, staring hotly at the twisting teenager.
"Oh, please, let me go!" Tina cried. But there was a false ring in her voice. No, she
didn't want him to let her go. She had no intentions of running away now. Her cunt
was too hot, too tight for anything but a good hard fuck.
Jack knelt between her legs, forcing the girl to raise them slowly. With a long sigh, the
brunette stretched her legs apart, lifting them high in the air and finally resting them on
Jack's shoulders. The big guard caressed her ankles, her calves, her thighs, licking his
lips while he stared at the dark red glistening cunt-meat peeking through her thick
tangle of cunt-hairs.
Inhaling sharply, the big man slid backward, still keeping Tina's legs on his shoulders
while he nestled his head between her thighs and opened his mouth wide.
"OHHHH!"
Tina moaned long and low when she felt his hps touch her pussy, then suck onto it like
a leech. There was something terribly perverted about this. Oral sex. That subject had
never been discussed in class, although Tina heard several stories from her girlfriends
about sucking and how wonderful it was.
And now the young woman was discovering that her girlfriends were right. After
recovering from the initial shock, Tina relaxed and moaned soft and low when Jack
sank his teeth ito her fleshy cunt-lips. At the same time, he stuck his tongue in her
furry cunt-hole. Tina pushed her legs together, rubbing her pillowy white thighs against
the sides of his head. Ohhh, how her flesh crawled when she heard the sucking sounds
of his mouth against her snatch.
He sucked hard, eating up her cunt until the brunette trembled, moaned and twisted
her ass up to his face. Her legs closed tighter over his head, trapping him against her
body. She could feel his long tongue sanding over her clit. Tina cried out, clenching her
fingers into two tight fists, beating at his shoulders, feeling as if she were about to come
in his mouth. Ohhhh, how his tongue scraped the soft hollows of her cuntal mouth.
How she felt when he touched her clit again with his tongue. Oh, yes, yes, the brunette
teenager wanted his cock. She wanted it ramming her until... yes, just like he said, until
she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
"Shit, can't take this, honey," he said thickly, dropping one hand from his dick.
"Almost shot off when I was jerkin' off. Gotta watch it!"
Jack did nothing for a few seconds, closing his eyes and fighting for self-control. Tina
lay quietly on the cot, afraid to say or do anything. She watched while that big hairy
man-ape in front of her shivered and swayed drunkenly from side to side, his big
calloused fingers gripping his cock tightly.
When he opened his eyes once more, Tina noticed a thin smile crossing his lips.
"Okay, enough of this fuckin' around. I can't take it and not pop off."
Tina braced herself, remembering all the stories some of her friends who'd been fucked
told. They told her about the pain, about the bleeding, about how none of them really
enjoyed the first screwing even though their boyfriends had been gentle and
considerate. Tina knew she could expect neither of those traits from this man.
Jack threw himself on top of her, pulling her hands over her head and gripping her
wrists tightly with his fingers while shoving her knees apart with his. The girl could feel
something terribly slick and hot sliding in and out of the groove separating her legs
from her torso. He was dry fucking her for the moment, growling and groaning while
his dick-head fucked back and forth on its own drooling pre-cum. His breath blew
against her neck, into her ear. He was telling her what he wanted to do to her, how he
was going to fuck her. Tina jerked her head away, grunting like a wounded animal
when he kissed her neck, her face, her eyelids.
Jack stiffened his body, drew back, then shoved forward. Tina closed her eyes, keeping
her ass flat against the cot. She couldn't keep her head from jerking, however, when she
finally felt him splitting her body in two. "OHHHHHH!"
The sensation was overwhelming. He was drilling into her slit, making all her nerves
recoil. He was pushing harder, tearing back the snug inner muscles. There was some
pain involved, mixed with the oddest sense of pleasure she ever felt in her life. Jack
grunted all the time, edging back, then hunching forward, shoving in another fat inch
of his greasy rod. The brunette teenager felt it working slowly into her flesh, pushing at
the velvety lining of her cunt. The girl could hear it slurping its way in, frying in her
hot pussy oil, getting ready to ram down good and hard.
"Ohhh, yeah, good, hot pussy," Jack groaned, closing his eyes and shuddering as he felt
the girl's cuntal walls caress his big cock.
"HELP!"
Jack laughed at her wild attempts to escape, knowing full well she was enjoying this as
much as he was. The girl opened her eyes and saw the big man over her, his hands still
holding her against the cot while his legs pinned her to the mattress. She panted,
looking down and watching Jack's body slither over hers.
Her tits jiggled while the big guard readjusted his position. How strangely delicious it
was to feel his cock stirring around inside her, getting closer and closer to her cherry.
When she felt that fat head brush against the small, tight membrane, Tina stiffened,
jerking her head to one side and screaming loudly.
"Easy, baby, it's gonna hurt!" Jack warned. "NOOOO! TAKE IT OUT! OHHHHH,
GOD, YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME!"
And yet she was actually helping him. Yes, her hips were moving back and forth while
her belly bucked rapidly up and down, grinding against his, helping his dick work
harder against her cherry. And ohhh, how her clit stretched with desire while her thighs
and nipples tightened. She wanted his hands all over her, pinching her flesh, caressing
her pussy while his dick pressed harder and harder against her cherry.
Jack rested for a second, then sucked in a deep breath and held it while hunching
down. His cock bent at the center for a second, straightening as the cock-head tore
through Tina's cherry and shot down into the secret, dark, velvety depths of her pussy.
Ohhhh, how the world seemed to fade from her mind now. She struggled for breath,
moving under Jack, screaming as the pain ripped through her body. He'd ripped away
her innocence, jerked her into womanhood!


Chapter 3

Tina lay on the cot like a zombie, her eyes opened wide and glazed over as she stared at
the ceiling. Jack stirred, shifting his fucking position, making his cock jerk in her cunt.
How odd it was having something stuck all the way down in her pussy. The girl was
breathing deeply and regularly now, feeling the pain slowly ebb away. There was
nothing there now, nothing but a stuffed sensation, a feeling of incredible fullness.
"Yeah, good, tight, you sure weren't lyin' when you said you was a virgin. Fuck, you
probably got it in the ass or somethin'," Jack muttered, bracing his body and fucking
her slowly. His cock slid up and down gently at first, the flanged head pushing apart
her cuntal walls, soothing them with its silky flesh. Tina shivered, feeling her pussy
walls shrink together, touching as his dick-head edged out, only to stretch apart once
more when his cock slid back in.
"Ohhhhhhhh, God!"
Tina thought she'd die when he slid his cock out until only the head remained in the
tight grip of her outer cunt-lips. The big man moved his thighs from left to right,
making his ass slowly circle the girl. The fat cock-head was reaming out her cuntal
throat, making her tense muscles relax and open farther. Slowly, Tina was moving her
ass around in a counter movement, ashamed to look Jack in the face as her pussy
heated up.
"Man, you're so hot, you're fryin' my dick!" Jack choked out.
The brunette couldn't help herself. She was forgetful of the pain of her torn cherry.
Now she felt every inch of his long dick throbbing in her cunt. He had thrust down
after toying with the panting teenager, corkscrewing his dick all the way in until his
balls squeezed tightly against the bottom junction of her cunt-lips. "In! In!"
With each downward jerk of his rod, her pussy squeezed down tightly, gripping Jack's
prong like a fleshy vise. As the guard's weight settled between her legs, she felt her clit
being crushed by his hammering dick.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck it out," he groaned. "I told you you'd like it."
He shoved down violently once more, his dick traveling like a red-hot rod through a
tub of butter.
Tina felt him jamming his meat into her with incredible skill. All the pain was gone.
She had no regrets at all about her torn cherry. With a gasp of delight, she'd left behind
her childhood. Her knees sagged widely apart now, shaking as Jack hammered away at
her tight little pussy. She was prancing her ass over the cot, tightening her ass-muscles
until they cramped. She felt the rubbery edges of her bloated cunt-lips rubbing
constantly against the guard's fucking dick as she soared toward climax.
Tina felt so full of cock, stuffed to the hilt with his meat. Her flesh sang with
excitement as Jack's fingers kneaded her flesh like fresh dough. Her pussy rubbed up
hotter and hotter while the cunt-juice boiled up and frothed from her pussy like lava.
Her clit twitched, its rounded red head sputtering with sexual electricity, getting ready
for an orgasmic explosion. She was only seconds away from coming. The girl sucked in
a ragged breath, moving her body desperately under the big man, feeling her sweaty
smooth flesh rubbing against his hairy chest and belly. The wet, smacking sounds of
fucking filled the tiny room. Sweat dripped from under her arms and off her forehead
as she felt her pussy tightening up for orgasm.
"Man, gonna shoot off!"
Tina looked up at the big guard. His face was red with excitement, streaked with sweat.
His lower jaw slackened under the tension of teetering on the brink of climax. The
brunette sensed that in a few more seconds she'd feel his jizz blasting into her cunt.
"OHHH!"
She couldn't stand it. Oh, if only he could hold out for a few minutes more. She had to
come with him. The thought of having Jack blow his wad then climb off her before she
reached climax drove her crazy. The girl squirmed like a snake under him, bucking up
against the panting prison guard, scratching, biting, kicking – doing anything she could
to arouse herself even more.
"Okay, okay, hold on or I'm gonna pop!"
Tina lay panting for a second until the big man regained control.
"Close?"
"Oh, yes, yes," she panted.
"Best fuck I ever had," he muttered, starting to ram her cunt again. She felt his fat balls
slapping regularly against the bottoms of her asscheeks. Her tits jiggled with the
powerful thrusting force of his fucking. Ohhh, how close,she was. One maddening
second and she'd pop off.
"GOD, NOW! NOW!" she cried.
Jack was shouting, too, slamming his body into hers, grinding his belly against hers
while cementing his mouth to her lips. He lay there, his tongue drilling into her mouth
while he sent stream after thick, white-hot stream of cum deep into her tight little cunt.
He jerked all over her, his fingers bruising her flesh while his legs rode all over hers.
Tina thought he was having a fit... until her pussy blew apart.
"AIYEEEEEE!"
The brunette teenager had never felt anything like that before in her life. She scissored
her legs around the big man's lower back and ground her crotch hungrily up against
Jack's groin. She skewered her cunt again and again on his shooting dick, feeling her
clit throb and burn with sexual excitement.
"Baby, fuck it out!"
Tina felt his load jetting out, scalding the bucking walls of her pussy. His cock-head
squeezed tight, throwing out wads of jizz. The spunk shot down into her pussy, eating
into her pulsing walls. Then the girl felt her orgasm peaking, reaching an incredible
level, making her cunt-lips snap shut and hold on greedily to his shooting hunk of dickmeat.
"OHHHHHH, NOOOO!" Tina shrieked, snapping her head back into the pillow and
tossing about as much as she could while her climax peaked. It felt as if someone were
shooting millions of volts of electricity through her body. The girl quivered out of
control, every muscle in her young body throbbing in time to her orgasm. Tina gasped
for breath, feeling as if she were drowning. Her eyes fluttered open and stared into
space while her orgasm seemed to keep going on and on. The girl could feel Jack's jizz
now oozing onto the sheet under her legs, seeping out of her little hairy hole and
trickling down into her ass-crack. And still more of that hot spunk shot out.
After what seemed like an eternity, Tina let out a final cry and collapsed. She lay
exhausted, drained of all strength and will. Her hands slowly slipped away from Jack's
as he let her go. She pushed her legs straight forward, feeling his dick growing soft.
"Good fucking. Man, you're good all over," he whispered in her ear, flicking his tongue
in the tiny canal then biting her lobe. The brunette wanted to cry, wanted to laugh. She
felt such a mixture of confusing feelings whirl about in her mind.
"We gotta get together more often. I'll talk to the head lady here. I'll tell her you gotta
stay locked up 'cause you're a hard case. She'll believe it. Fuck, she believes anything."
Tina shook her head from side to side. Was there no official control over these men?
"Okay, get dressed. The others are outside. If I don't get you back they'll want a piece
of the action. You don't want a gang-bang, do you?" Jack asked, sliding his cock out of
her hole.
"NO!" Tina cried, covering her tits with both hands. She'd heard stories about how the
guards often ganged up on one woman, fucking her until she was nothing but a piece
of mindless raw meat!
"Good. Hurry up."
Tina mustered her strength, sliding her legs off one edge of the cot after Jack staggered
up and dressed. She pulled the coarse woolen dress over her head, fanning out her hair
behind her, looking for her shoes.
"Remember, baby, treat me right and you'll have anything you want. And nobody's
gonna touch you if they know you're my territory!"
It was like being in a slave market. Tina lowered her eyes when Jack unlocked the door
and pushed it open. She saw the other guards standing on the opposite side of the
corridor. Their pants were stained with cum. They must have been listening through
the door all the time, fondling their cocks, wishing they could have been the ones
mounting her. The girl blushed beet-red in shame, quickly walking back to her cell with
Jack and his buddies behind her.
"You stick 'er good?" one voice piped out from behind a set of bars.
"Hey, knock it off. It's midnight. Can't a girl get her rest?" another voice yelled back.
"Shaddup! You wish you could be between their legs!" a third voice shouted.
Tina almost ran to her room, leaning against one wall as Jack locked the door. Tears of
shame and guilt streaked her flesh as she heard the departing steps of the guards. Oh,
what a foul thing she'd done. And how she wanted more of it. How she wished the big
guard could have stayed longer, could have drilled his fat dick in her tight little hole
one more time.
"Oh, God, God!" Tina sobbed into her hands as she covered her face and fell onto the
small prison cot. Was this the start of something that would last for as long as she
stayed? Was there no relief for her?
The girl cried herself to sleep, waking in the morning as the female guards flickered the
lights, announcing morning wash-up and breakfast. In the communal bathroom, Tina
avoided the staring, laughing eyes of the girls. She heard them whispering behind her
back. She saw their smiles, felt their hostility as they gloated over her rape.
"Now let's see her act so fuckin' proud," one girl whispered loudly enough for her to
hear.
Tina defied them, avoiding their stares, proudly pointing her chin up as they marched
to the big hall for the morning meal.
Her life droned on for the next few days uneventfully. At times, she caught sight of Jack
and his friends walking slowly on the catwalk that circled the large sewing room she
and the other girls worked in. Tina felt his eyes centering in on hers, felt his hands all
over her body even though he was some thirty feet away from her. Ohhh, how dirty she
felt, how exposed and guilty! The other girls were sniggering at her, laughing at her
vulnerability. She'd show them! No one was going to make her crawl in the dirt.
Purposely, Tina avoided looking back at Jack., made sure she could snub him in front
of the other girls. It served him right!
That night, Tina was awakened from a deep sleep by the sound of a key turning in the
lock.
"Wh... who is it?" she whispered, drawing the woolen blanket up to her chin.
"Santy Claus," a familiar voice whispered back. It was Jack. The girl edged back on her
cot. He was back, back for more!
"Get away or I'll..."
"Or you'll what, scream? Who's gonna help you?"
He was right. The other girls would only laugh at her, cat-call as they dragged her
screeching down the corridor. Better she should keep quiet. At least her shame would
be relatively secret.
"C'mon," he said softly, stepping into her tiny cell and stretching out one hand.
Tina slid the covers back, fighting back her tears, knowing she had to follow him.
"I talked to the head matron... told her you were a problem, upsetting the other girls,"
Jack said, closing the door behind them, taking her by the right elbow and guiding her
down the hall. Tina had to admit there was some truth to that statement. The other
girls hated her. God only knows, it was a miracle she hadn't been stabbed in the
bathroom or attacked in the sewing room. The brunette felt it was only the presence of
the male guards high above on the catwalk that prevented a free-for-all. "And?"
"She was going to lock you up in max security. I think that's not a bad idea... but not
solitary."
What did this all mean? The young brunette turned around and looked inquisitively at
the big guard. Where was he taking her? She had heard some of the girls whispering
about maximum security, a place where they were interrogated severely and rarely came
out the same way they went in. Stories about cruelty beyond imagination filtered out
about that area.
They walked a considerable distance, going beyond, Tina thought, where Jack had
fucked her earlier.
"Down there."
Reaching around to the right, the guard pushed open a narrow green metal door after
unlocking it. The bolt shot back and the barrier opened, revealing a narrow stone
stairway leading down to the basement area. Tina shivered, wishing she had brought
her sweater... the one article of civilian clothing they'd allowed her to keep after she
entered this place. A damp blast of air blew her hair lightly as Jack pushed her gently
forward.
When she reached the bottom, Tina looked around. The small underground room
reminded her of a Catholic sacristy. The ceiling was low, dome-shaped, made of
concrete. The small room was quiet, the kind of quiet one associates with caves. It was
cold and damp, the air temperature made worse by a light but constant draft coming
from somewhere to the left. Two dim bare bulbs screwed into sockets in the ceiling
illuminated the small area. To the right were three candlebra with half-burned candles
sticking in them.
"Over there, by the wall," Jack said, pointing to a set of iron rings attached to two
stakes driven into the cement bricks. They were about five feet from the ground and
four feet apart from one another. "Stand between 'em."
Tina did as she was told, spreading her arms out crucifix-style as instructed by Jack,
threading her arms through the rings when he told her to. She watched him, her dress
clinging uncomfortably to her body because she was sweating so much. With several
pieces of half-inch rope he pulled from some nearby shelves, Jack tied the girl's wrists to
the rings, opening the buttons that ran down the front of her dress, exposing her
smooth flesh.
"Yeah," he sighed, smacking his lips as her tits rolled out from the loosened garment.
Tina whimpered and twisted against the bonds that pinned her to the wall. This wasn't
a reform school. More and more it was reminding the girl of a medieval torture
chamber. Jack's face was twitching, growing darker as he examined her helpless body.
He was sliding his fingers up and down her thighs, his breathing becoming uneven, a
low, steady moan coming from his throat. He moved his hands around her hips to her
asscheeks, hiking up her dress until her bare flesh touched his fingers. He groaned, 
dryfucking her while spreading her ass and squeezing it with his hands. Tina cried out
once, then grit her teeth tightly together as the guard felt her freely.
"You're one of the best ones we've had down here," Jack panted, shoving his thumb
into her asshole suddenly, feeling the girl's sphincter tighten around the invading digit.
"OHHHH!" Tina cried, her eyes bugging out while her legs shot apart. No one had
touched her there before. A sharp hot flash of pain shot to her clit, making the tiny
organ suddenly pop out from its moist surrounding cuntal flesh.
"Yeah, good and tight in the cunt... good and tight in the asshole! We're gonna have a
good time, you and me. Know why?" he asked, pushing his face close to hers. Tina
wrinkled her forehead and turned away," unable to look at his leering face. " 'Cause
we're the same, you and me. Yeah, that's right. You don't wanna believe it, but you dig
the same things I do. I saw it before in your eyes. And now you wanna get fucked...
fucked good and hard, knocked around, but fucked, right?"
"No, no, that's not true! Let me go!"
Jack threw back his head and laughed.
"No way, babe. This is a reform school and we do our best to change your ways," Jack
said mockingly, keeping her dress hiked around her waist while examining her cunt.
His eyes glittered unnaturally, "And honey, you're gonna do things my way or you'll
never get outta here."
With that, Jack moved back and took one of the candles from the holders, lighting the
tip with a match and holding it close to her face.
"You got a real hot pussy... hot as this?" the big man asked, his face looking like a mask
from hell under that flickering light. The smell of her arousal and his sweat filled the
room. Her tits rose and fell as she gulped in air in shallow bursts. The smell from her
aroused cunt grew stronger as the big man knelt and lightly stroked her pussy-hairs.
"You've got a nice pretty slit. Real soft, soft as the hairs covering it. It'd be a right
shame if I had to burn it."
Tina flinched as the heat crossed over her bare belly. What was he going to do, set her
on fire?
Jack held the candle so Tina could see it again. Then he knelt once more and brought
the candle between her legs. Heat prickled her cuntal bush while tallow dripped onto
her thighs. Her pussy quivered as the candle came closer.
"No, don't! Oh, God, don't burn me!"
Jack was too aroused to really hear her. He passed the burning candle once more
between her legs, his cock filling and straining against his trousers while his nuts ached.
The smell of her singed pussy-hairs made him tremble with excitement. Tina saw this
and felt her heart sink to the floor. She'd find no mercy from a man who enjoyed
inflicting pain. And, oddly enough, Tina realized one part of her was hoping Jack
would never relent and grant her what she begged for, what she so desperately needed.


Chapter 4

Jack waved the burning candle an inch from her cunt. Melted wax dripped on her
pussy-hairs. Tina cried out, jerking her body, pulling her arms until she thought she
heard something pop in her shoulder socket. Sweat trickled down from under her arms,
streaking her chest and sides as the burning sensation in her pussy grew worse and
worse. The pungent odor of burning hairs invaded her nostrils. Oh, he was setting her
on fire, burning her cunt. Tina jerked her knees to her belly, kicking out, trying to
knock away that terrible man.
But Jack was quick, dodging all her efforts, keeping that flame near her pussy, watching
her dark-brown cuntal hairs turn black and curl up under the intense heat.
"OHHHHHHH!"
The heat lanced into her pussy as his dick had done earlier. The helpless teenager
babbled and shuddered as the flame flickered inward, singeing the moist membranes of
her inner cunt-lips.
"ARGHHHHH!"
The cords stood out on her neck while every muscle in the girl's body tensed and
pushed out against her wet flesh. Tina screamed again and again, crying out for help,
begging Jack to stop while her legs kicked out and snapped together. Finally, the flames
hissed out when sweat dripped onto the burning candle.
"Hmmmmm! 'Course, can always light this mother again."
Tina sagged in the iron rings, choked with relief that the pain had gone away. Now that
he talked about resuming his torture, the girl felt her belly turn over.
"We'll make a deal," Jack said, staring hotly at her, holding the still-smoldering candle
near her face. "I won't burn you any more. But you've gotta do everything I say,
allright?"
Tina nodded her head up and down, glancing once more at the candle and shivering
with terror.
No, no, she didn't want him to hurt her like that again. Already, she felt her flesh
swelling around her pussy from the slight burn. Ohhhh, she'd do anything to get down
from these rings and back into her cell.
As if in answer to her prayers, Tina saw Jack reach up and start to untie the knots
holding her wrists to the iron rings. She was so happy, so thankful, she couldn't speak.
But her hopes were short-lived.
"Don't try nothin'. I got the keys, see, right here," he said, patting one of his pockets.
"So just get down on your fuckin' knees and put your hands behind you."
Tina did as she was told, feeling her heart stop when he moved around and knotted a
simple figure eight around her wrists. He walked around to the front, fumbled with his
trousers, then shoved them down to his knees. That dick... long, thick, hard, ready for...
ready for what? What did he intend doing to her? Another fuck? Oh, in spite of the
burns, in spite of the abuse, the brunette's cunt was growing hot at the thought that he
was about to fuck her!
"Now, I don't want you to gag. You're gonna gimme the best head I ever had," he said
tightly, running his fingers up and down his throbbing shaft.
Head? Tina gagged just thinking about it. She cringed at the sight of the mammoth
cock stretched
in front of her. Did he actually expect her to take that... that dick in her mouth? Was
he crazy?
"And if you try anything funny, I'm gonna ram that candle up your slit. Then we'll see
how long it'll be before it goes out."
Again, stories from her girlfriends about oral sex whirled about in her head. She
remembered them saying that sucking dick wasn't so bad, especially if you could get
your boyfriend off fast so he wouldn't want to stick his cock up your cunt and get you
pregnant. Tina giggled at some of the stories they told. But she could never imagine
herself doing something like that with another man... certainly not a stranger. But
now...
Jack's prick seemed to grow larger. Tina turned her head away from him and closed her
mouth. The smell of his unwashed groin made her gag. Jack reached down and jerked
her head back toward his cock, squeezing her jaws apart with his rough calloused
fingers. He was bellowing, bruising her flesh as he held her jaws open, threatening her
with all sorts of degradation if she tried biting him. Enjoying her terror and revulsion to
the fullest, the big guard squeezed his hairy asscheeks together and inched forward until
his cock-head brushed over the girl's pouting lower lip. "UHGGGGG!"
Tina shivered, feeling his silky, hot dick-head working slowly back and forth over her
mouth. She could feel something greasy coating her lips and knew it was his pre-cum
oozing from his slit. Some of it was already washing into her mouth. It had a kind of
salty, bleachy flavor, a taste that made her swallow and coat her throat with the stuff.
"Yeah, that's it, take it in nice and slow and easy," Jack cooed.
The salty taste of the awful fat cock made Tina choke when more of it slipped over her
lips and into her mouth. The flesh scraped her teeth. Jack was grinning from ear to ear.
He dipped his ass, wiggling his thick-muscled hips from side to side, groaning while
staring down and watching his cock disappear inch by inch into the helpless girl's
mouth.
Soon the guard's dick filled her mouth and stretched her jaws, it seemed as if the veins
wiggled against her teeth like worms. The girl sucked in air through her nose with
whistling sounds, crossing her eyes once to see just how much more dick was left. All
she saw was the thick bush of Jack's dick-hairs that were beginning to tickle the insides
of her nostrils.
The big guard drew back now until only his dick-head was trapped inside her mouth.
He let the bulbous tip rest easily on her lower lip. Then squeezed his ass-muscles and
pistoned his cock back into her throat. He kept repeating this move, fucking her mouth
while caressing the sides of Tina's face. He called her all sorts of names, told her how
good her mouth felt against his dick. The movement of his sliding prick burned her
mouth and flattened her tongue. She could feel her cheeks puffing out from the hunk of
cock-meat sawing through her mouth.
Occasionally, Jack held her skull hard between both hands, his body shivering while he
hunched forward and banged his dick-head against the back of her throat. It was then
when he held his groin pressed against her flattened lips, groaning and shaking while
rubbing his balls over her chin. Tina thought she was going to die from lack of oxygen.
She twisted her body as best she could, working her wrists together, desperately trying
to pull away from the grunting guard and suck in air. Thank God, Jack realized her
plight eventually and drew back reluctantly, letting his cock-head rest once more on her
lower lip.
"Yeah, honey, fuck, you got one hell of a mouth. I'm gonna fill it with my cum... man,
ain't nothing' like watchin' a cunt like you with her lips all coated with my jizz!" the big
man growled.
Jack moved faster and faster. His dick-head struck the back of her throat regularly now.
She swallowed the pre-cum to keep from drowning on that filth. He was expecting her
to swallow his cum. And there was nothing the girl could do but swallow it. In her
kneeling, bound, helpless position, Tina would choke to death if she didn't take it all in.
"Soon, baby, soon," he grunted, sweat trickling down his face. He rammed ahead,
scraping her teeth with his prick. This was awful, humiliating, something she had never
experienced even in a nightmare.
And yet her body was actually responding to this horrible act. Jack wasn't fingering her
pussy, touching her nipples, stimulating any part of her body other than her mouth
with his cock and balls. And yet her cunt itched and burned. She closed her eyes, trying
to visualize what the two of them must look like. The image excited her, and her cunt
itched and burned with a greater intensity. Her tit-tips hardened and tickled
maddeningly. His huge cock was banging at the back of her throat as if it wanted to
break her skull apart. Jack was grunting and wheezing above her, his fingers pressing
her head harder and harder while his balls swung and slapped the underside of her
chin.
Tina jerked. There was a sharp increase in the amount of cum in her mouth. The big
prison guard shivered, his groans turning into a shout. He stopped sliding his cock in
and out of her mouth. His fingers turned icy, pressing even harder against the sides of
her skull.
Tina at first tried not to swallow, wondering if there were some way she could somehow
spit out his dick and keep the vile-tasting cum from shooting down her throat. But he
was holding her too tightly. No, she had to go through with this.
"Yeah, swallow it, baby, have a good meal! Yeah, clean those pipes!"
Twisting and shaking, her belly jiggling and her tits bouncing, Tina tightened her
crotch and jerked her thighs as she felt a mini-orgasm peaking between her legs. Sexual
fire licked hungrily at her cunt-lips and clit as she opened her throat and let the jizz boil
down into her belly. Tina could feel her pussy-lips opening and winking shut, sucking
in raw air as Jack fired more and more spunk down her throat.
"Yeah, fuck, unload my balls!" she sighed, closing his eyes and arching his back while
letting his head roll from side to side.
Tina sucked hard on his scalding cock, feeling the greasy cum oiling down her tongue,
teeth, throat. All her cries were muffled by his shooting prick. The brunette teen drank
all his cum, drawing her knees together and rocking her thighs back and forth, feeling
the subtle wet rub of her cunt-lips against one another as she tried to scratch that crazy
itch in her crotch.
Jack finished emptying his balls in her mouth. He sucked in a deep breath, then pulled
his cock out, wiping the head over her lips before stepping back.
"You're a pretty good little whore, aren't you? Cum's spillin' outta your mouth, just like
I said it would. Now, you ain't so high and mighty are you?"
Tina dropped her head, her hair curtaining her face while her body sagged. She
blushed, ashamed to look up at the big man. Did he knew just how aroused she'd
become when he mouth-fucked her?
"That's gonna be a little game between you and me... just how far I can push you 'til
you can't take it no more," Jack said, a smile crossing his thin lips. Tina shivered. She
was beginning to know her body, learn of his capabilities, of its limits. There seemed to
be none as far as sex was concerned. Monsters were jumping around in her mind,
telling her to try all sorts of sexual positions. And what frightened the brunette teenager
was that she was listening to these voices, encouraging them to tell her more. Without
the training from her parents, God only knows what depravity she'd try. Silently, the
girl begged God to save her from this degradation.
"You... you animal. You think you can get away with something as... terrible as this?"
Tina spat out.
Jack kept smiling, wiping spittle off his lips.
"So, you got spunk, too, eh? That's not bad if it's used right. But I think you ain't got
the right idea. Maybe I know a way that'll take care of your attitude right fast," Jack
said, staring hard at her.
At first Tina didn't know what he was talking about. Whipping? The candle? More
sucking? She saw his dick getting hard again.
Jack reached down and took the girl by the shoulders, shoving her back hard.
"HHHHR!" Tina cried, rolling back onto her ass. She felt her shoulders strike the floor
while her legs shot wide apart. Jack was fast, dropping between her thighs and gripping
her ankles with both hands, keeping her legs apart. The girl dug her fingernails into her
back, wallowing her shoulders on the floor, trying to lessen the ache and pull in her
arm sockets as Jack dropped his head and started lapping her body.
"Man, you been hot for a long time. You dug suckin' me off, didn't you?" he said,
glancing up at the girl and giving her a knowing smirk. Tina blushed furiously, turning
away and wishing she could kill him.
Jack laughed, then dropped his head and started tasting her all over. She felt his tongue
on her lower belly, inner thighs, pussy, ass, calves, the rising curve of her asscheeks.
Oh, how it tickled! This was her punishment? Oh, yes, yes, she was willing to be
punished, then, for the entire evening.
Then the tenor of the movements changed. Jack clamped strong hands on her buns,
spreading them apart, sliding on his knees, crouching over the girl and lowering his
head. He started to rim her asshole, running his tongue in long, caressing strokes up
and down her stretched ass-crease. Then he moved inward, centering in on the ring of
sphincter muscles which were clamped shut. He probed with his tongue, working its tip
into the opening shallowly at first. Tina screamed, feeling a strange fire lap at her clit.
What was he doing down there? Oh, the shame, the horror of having her shitter
actually touched with that man's mouth. And yet she was trembling with excitement,
her body covered with gooseflesh, her skin chilled with the growing fever of sexual
excitement and eagerness.
"Shit, man, fuck, you're a turn-on," he muttered. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, baby...
gonna scramble up your guts."
The guard drew back and slid up farther on his knees. He held her thighs lovingly,
eating hungrily at her ass-crack and hole. Tina twisted on the floor, pounding his head
with the balls of her feet, feeling his fingers caress her inner thighs, her swollen, cunt
juice-soaked labes. Jack seemed to have his head in perpetual motion, eating out her
asshole, licking down over her cunt, nuzzling his nose in her hole and slurping around
her cut only to go back to her shitter. She felt as if someone were giving her pussy a
bath, washing down every square inch of her snatch with that wonderful, hot fluid. To
her surprise, Tina felt her asshole contracting as if it were a second cunt, snapping and
vibrating with excitement, aching for the stretching punishment of a big dick.
"Oh, baby, you're gonna get split apart by my fat cock."
Jack drilled avidly into her ass with a stiff tongue, working one finger up her butt now.
Tina cried out, arching her back, working her shoulders over the floor, straightening
her legs and flailing them until the tendons stood out against her white flesh. Showers
of sparks tore at her clit as he shoved another finger in, reaming out her bung-hole with
both digits and tonguing the violated area at the same time. Soon, Tina felt her ass
being stretched wide open while he used his thumb to caress the gray-pink area of her
asshole.
Tina was helpless, gasping, barely conscious, on the edge of delirium. Jack was
purposely prolonging the foreplay. He was taking his time, watching as the girl grew
more and more worked up. She sobbed as he pulled one finger out at a time until there
was only his tongue. Then his tongue slithered out, leaving Tina empty, violated and
yet isolated. In a strange, perverted way, the brunette felt as if some vital part of herself
had been amputated.
"Fuck, you're gonna be super ass-fuckin', baby! That's one way to calm down a bitch!"
Jack growled, edging forward, banging his dick-head against her upturned buttocks.
Tina started a steady, whimpering moan, crying out, helpless to keep quiet. She felt the
blunt thickness of his dick-head brush against her inner ass-curves, felt it nudging
gently, lightly, jerkily against her bloated, spit-slicked asshole. Oh, God, he was going
to kill ber with that thing. Getting fucked in the cunt was one thing. A woman's pussy
was built for a dick... could stretch to fit most sizes. But a shitter?
Jack moaned, grunting and hunching his hips. She felt him smoothing down her
asshole with fingers, opening her bunghole with a thumb and forefinger, then moving
away and pressing his dick-head against the tiny opening. There were more grunts,
more tentative pushes, then finally a great one. With a powerful lunge, the prison guard
had slipped his cock-head past the tense ring of sphincter muscles into the girl's bowels.
Tina made strange, gagging, choking sounds. Ohhh, how her back and thighs ached as
Jack slid his fat cock all the way up her ass. The girl felt as if someone had impaled her
with a spear.
"NOOOO!"
But Jack didn't care. He reached down and fingered her pussy, told her to relax and
enjoy it as he played with her clit. He snapped his hips, fucking her shitter faster and
harder while greedily working his fingers over her wet, rubbery outer pussy-lips. Slowly,
the girl responded, growling as he buried his meat to the balls way up inside her ass.
His big, tight-pouched nuts swayed and slapped noisily against her asscheeks.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck, gonna come soon... ain't come this fast twice in a row in a long
time!" Jack said in a tight voice.
Slowly, subtly, he increased his fucking tempo, pinching her cunt-lips tightly together
and rubbing them rapidly up and down against the girl's clit. Ohhhh, how on fire Tina
felt. Her tits jiggled. Her body slid wetly on the tiled floor as he rolled his hips,
snapping his thighs against her ass. Tina could feel the head of his rod jerk and dance
inside her. He was grinding her up into hamburger.
Jack fucked, holding onto her tightly as he entered the final round of the act. He cried
out, cursing, his body locked in ecstasy while he shot and shot, blasting his cum into
the girl's bowels. With a squeal, Tina reached orgasm, also, jerking her body under his,
seeing millions of lights popping off in front of her when she felt his cum seep down
her butt-crack.
"Oh, God, God," the girl cried as the spasms passed. She had sunk to the bottom. In a
few days, Tina had become worse than most of the girls there – because she had known
better, and had rejected her parents' world of morality and good.


Chapter 5

"These charges you've made, Tina, are very, very serious. Are you sure you don't wish
to reconsider?"
The wall clock over the mantel ticked ominously as Tina stood in front of the
headmistress. She shifted her position, glancing uneasily down at her feet then looking
back up at the tall, attractive blonde. Miss Evelyn Wilson was about forty-three, tall,
slender, severe-looking in a Nordic way. She sat behind her polished oak desk, tapping
her fingers on the top, studying a letter Tina had sent her secretly several days ago. It
was growing late in the afternoon. The fading light barely illuminated the heavy padded
furniture in the carpeted office. There was the faint, pleasant smell of lemon polish
hanging in the air.
"No, ma'am," Tina found the courage to say. It had taken her several days to pick up a
pencil and write that letter to Ms. Wilson. Jack had left her alone after that evening in
the basement cell. But time and time again the brunette teenager worried he might
come back again, open her door, force her out and... and... the consequences were too
terrible to think of.
And besides, she heard several of the other girls being taken away in the middle of the
night, heard them being dragged back to their cells just before morning wake up, heard
them sobbing alone as the guards left, chuckling at what they'd put them through. This
had to stop. It was incredible the headmistress had no knowledge of what her guards
were up to. This should end it.
"You say here the male guards have complete liberty with the girls, is that right?" Ms.
Wilson asked, peering over the top of the letter. Tina thought she saw the woman's
fingers trembling.
"Yes."
"And that they use you girls for'... sexual purposes, is that right?" "Yes."
"I see," Ms. Wilson said, sighing and putting the letter down. She scratched her
forehead, shaking her head back and forth.
"Ms. Wilson, that's the truth. I'm not making it up," Gina protested, seeing a glimmer
of disbelief in the older woman's eyes.
"Just as you were sure you weren't guilty at your trial, is that right?"
Tina felt her heard sinking to the floor.
"That... was different. Besides, that's true. I didn't sell those drugs, I swear. I..."
Ms. Wilson put up one hand to silence her.
"Of course, I'll show this to Jack and the others. I feel they should have a chance to
answer these charges. They are serious, you know." A strange smile seemed to cross the
woman's thin lips.
"Oh, no, no, don't! Don't you know what they'll do to me? Oh, God, please don't show
it to them!" Tina cried, folding her hands together and begging the headmistress again
and again to remain quiet.
"Then these charges are a lie?"
Tina didn't like the way Ms. Wilson was smiling at her. She felt trapped and guilty,
guilty the way the judge and jury found her in court.
"No, it's true, It's just that... just that if Jack and the others see what I wrote, they'll
take it... take it out on me," she said in a tiny voice, fighting back the sobs.
"Well, I just don't see where I stand," the headmistress said, tossing the letter to the
other side of her desk. "You won't face the people you're accusing. And frankly, I find
your charges somewhat wild. However," Ms. Wilson continued, noticing Tina's frantic
look, "I don't think I'll dismiss it entirely. I'm not so callous... as callous as the girls
think I am. Unfortunately, I don't get out enough to see what's happening in my own
school," she sighed, shaking her head. "I'll see what I can do. You're dismissed."
Tina left the office quickly, wishing she could have taken the letter with her. Oh, what
would the guards do if they read it? Was Ms. Wilson in on this wholesale fucking spree
with them? No, no, she looked too professional for that. Perhaps it was as she said...
she was simply too busy playing politics to see what was happening under her own
nose. And who would believe the inmates anyway? Tina was sure other girls
complained in the beginning. That was natural. But the female guards and others
probably shrugged off those stories... or were bought off somehow by the male guards
to keep quiet. Who cared about a bunch of girls in a reform school?
These and other thoughts assailed Tina as she walked down the main corridor back to
her lockup area. Dinner dragged by slowly. In all these weeks, the other girls didn't
bother socializing with her. Even at dinner they looked the other way, purposely
ignoring her, leaving her out of their conversations. Isolated from her peers, abused by
the guards, Tina felt her life closing in on her. This had to be the worst torture
conceived by man.
That evening the girl tossed and turned in her narrow cot, thinking about the letter
she'd written, thinking about Jack and the others and what they might do to her if they
found out.
The next two days went by uneasily. Tina worked quietly, occasionally glancing up at
the catwalk, watching the guards walk slowly back and forth. There was no indication
that anything had been said to them. At night, the young brunette sat up in bed until
well past midnight, waiting to hear the sound of boots on the floor, waiting to hear the
terrible sound of jangling keys near the lock. But nothing happened. Neither Jack nor
his buddies came to this wing any more. Tina heard some of the girls express their
surprise – and some express relief – that the midnight visits suddenly broke off. As
happy as the brunette was about this, still she wondered if Ms. Wilson told Jack about
the letter and its writer. He'd wreak a terrible revenge on her, she knew, if he found
out.
The fourth evening after she'd talked with Ms. Wilson, Tina was in the communal
washroom brushing her teeth before bed when one of the girls walked up to her.
"Listen, you'd better watch your step," she said, whispering in a low voice and looking
around nervously.
This was the first time anyone had spoken to her. Tina nearly dropped from surprise.
"What?"
"We heard some weird things. You say something to Ms. Wilson about the guards?"
Tina narrowed her eyes, suspiciously looking at the tall redhead interrogating her. She
lay down her toothbrush and glanced around the washroom. They were alone for the
moment.
"Why?"
"It's just that... I heard some of the girls sayin' how weird it was Jack and his stoolies
haven't been around. And Ann... that's the girl with the burr haircut... anyway, Ann
says she heard Jack say somethin' about a letter."
Tina froze, reaching back and grabbing on to the sink's rim for support.
"Anyways, they're pretty angry over it. I guess it accused them of foolin' around with
us. The headmistress didn't make anything of it, I guess. But still, the guys are hot
under the collar. Considering you're kind of an outsider, the girls thought you might've
been the one to send it."
Tina didn't trust the girl. All of them could be in on this thing together. How cozy! No,
she wasn't going to say anything that might be used against her later.
"I don't know anything about it," the girl said in a soft voice, lowering her eyes. Tina
wasn't a very good liar.
"It's okay. I know we've been kinda rough on you. But you just don't fit in. The girls
sense it and resent it. Just watch out," the girl said, laying a comforting hand on her
shoulder and walking out.
Tina wanted to say something, needed to talk to somebody about what was happening,
about what she'd done, about her growing terror that the guards found out who wrote
the letter and now would take it out on her. Tomorrow. She'd tell the girl tomorrow.
Somebody had to know just in case something happened to her.
Tina went to bed that evening, her heart pounding like a triphammer. Every squeak in
the hall, every sound made her jump up as if someone had shot off a gun in the room.
Slowly, she drifted off to sleep, seriously wondering if she'd ever wake again.
What happened next, Tina was never able to reconstruct accurately. She was awakened
suddenly, and in a flash she knew it had to be Jack and his cronies. Her blood froze.
She knew he knew about the letter and was going to get back at her. Tina tried to
scream. But then someone clamped a foul-smelling rag over her mouth and nose,
smothering her first cries. Chloroform! They were drugging her, knocking her out so
they could drag her away without creating a disturbance. In the distance, she could hear
some of the girls yelling. Then a loud buzzing entered her ears. Quickly, Tina felt her
strength draining from her as she fell into a coma-like sleep.
When she awakened, the girl found herself naked, spread-eagled with her buttocks
toward the floor. She was suspended like a hammock two feet over the floor, her feet
and hands tied to iron rings driven into opposite walls. What kind of room was this? It
was so small... only six, maybe seven feet long. She jerked her head from side to side,
shaking off the stupor that made her head pound achingly.
"Comfy?"
Jack's dry voice snapped her back to reality. She shook her head, narrowing her eyes
and seeing the big prison guard standing to her right. The others weren't there now.
"Where am I?"
"In the basement, not too far from where I had you the last time. Used to be a shower
room," Jack said, trailing his toes over a drain under the girl's butt. Now just used for
boxes and that kinda shit, I guess. You can see me and the other guards got other uses
for it. They're gettin' some stuff ready for you, so we thought we'd hang you up here so
you couldn't get away."
Tina looked around, her eyes widening with terror.
"'Course, we ain't got much here to keep you happy. I don't have whips and the kinda
shit you like. But lookey here," he said, his lips curling up into a sadistic smile.
Tina cringed. He had something planned for her. She caught the angry irony in his
voice. He was only playing with her, waiting for her to reach his conclusion. Then
when the horror of his act became apparent, he'd put his plan into action.
And as she shuddered, her pussy started to grow warm and moist. Oh, those monsters
were awakening inside her again, arousing her pussy, whispering terrible, awful things
to her. The ropes chafing her ankles and wrists, the painful suspension, the girl's
ignorance of the tortures Jack and his cronies had planned for her excited as well as
terrified her. Her tits rose and fell rapidly while her nipples turned hard. Her belly,
when it spasmed, made her boobs roll together. Jack saw she was growing aroused, saw
her body began to glow in the dim light as sweat oozed from her pores. He fought back
the natural desire to take her down and fuck her. No, he had other, better plans for this
cunt who tried to break up his little game at the school. The chief guard couldn't let her
rebelliousness spread. He'd managed to keep the headmistress in the dark all these
months about what was actually happening in the West Wing. All it needed was one
"girl to blow the whistle and all the others would follow. He had to squash her spirit
now.
Tina sobbed as the weight of her body pulled at her muscles. She twisted back and
forth, trying to ease the strain. But there was no comfortable position she could find.
The big guard had tied her tightly with rope. There was no way she could loosen the
bonds.
Tina begged him to loosen the rope, but Jack ignored her voice. Instead, he stood in
front of her, his eyes focused on her cunt. Jack rubbed his fingers over his bulging
crotch. Tina cried out, twisting her head away and closing her mouth tightly.
"No, don't worry, I'm not gonna ask you to blow me," he laughed. He could see she
was highly aroused. The guard smelled her pussy and knew she was as hot as he was.
When he took one step closer, he watched her flinch. Tina knew he was getting ready
to carry out whatever insane act he and his buddies put together. Horror at what he
might do combined with her growing excited curiosity.
"Look at what I got here, baby... like those things you see in the flicks... you know, in
the mines? You think this'll warm you up?"
Tina glanced to her left and saw him holding a Coleman lantern. The tiny blue flame
flickered under the glass. But when Jack reached around and turned the key sticking
from the base, the fire burned higher and turned a brilliant orangish red. Once more,
the girl begged the prison guard to loosen the ropes. But Jack only laughed, watching
the flame with growing fascination.
"You know, they say eventually the body can take anything. You believe that, honey?"
Tina watched him like a hawk as he lifted the glass sheath of the lantern and turned the
key clockwise a little more than before. The slim flame lengthened steadily. Tina could
already feel the flame on the underside of her right leg. Ohhh, he was crazy, ready to
burn her up, burn her like he threatened to do with that candle earlier.
"You dig heat, eh? Well, it's so fuckin' cold outside, this oughtta make you feel better...
'specially since you ain't got a stitch on!"
He squatted on one side, careful so as not to spill the burning oil in the lantern. He
shoved the device under her buttocks and turned the flame up even higher.
Tina's eyes widened as she stared at the ceiling. She clawed at the ropes, squeezing her
asscheeks together, rocking like a hammock in the wind as she tried to jerk her ass
away from the intense heat. He was going to brand her ass. She started screaming, her
shrieks bouncing off the damp cement wall and ringing in her ears. It was so hot down
there, hot enough to singe without raising blisters. That, she was sure, would come
soon enough.
"Nooooooo!"
"Love to fink, don'tcha? You really thought I wouldn't find out what you did? The old
broad's gettin' suspicious about our little racket now. Baby, you're gonna pay. And if
somethin' happens to us..." His voice darkened then broke off. A cold sweat broke out
on her forehead and under her arms.
"Please, don't..."
Tina writhed and twisted, jerking her hips up once more to escape the licking heat. The
flame from the lantern flickered in the small drafty room. It felt like a scalding feather
against her ass, brushing over her cheeks lightly at first, then growing more and more
steady as the long seconds ticked by.
"I'll bet you love this, right? Man, I can smell you from here. You dig pain! That's why
I couldn't figure out why you rat on us, baby. Man, we would've given you all the
fuckin' abuse you wanted," Jack said, breathing harder as her cries became gurgles. The
pain was changing into something else, something that made her clit tingle and her
cunt start to quiver. The nerves in her pussy raced with the steady touch of the fire.
Even her belly turned over. With a wild thought racing through her mind, Tina fought
the urge to suck the flame into her asshole.
"NOOOOOOO!"
Tina fought with herself, against the flame, against the big prison guard. She strained at
her bonds. Her body wanted him to touch her tits, her ass, her cunt. The brunette
teenager bit her lips to keep from screaming her needs. No, no, she couldn't admit to
him what she really felt. He already knew it anyway. But to actually say it, to scream it
to him while he danced the flame over her body would be too much to ask.
"Want me, honey? Want my dick? Want my dick in your cunt while I burn out your
asshole?"
His voice was thick with lust. Oh, God, how she wanted him like this... bound, in pain,
humiliated. Yes, dear God, that's how she wanted him. If only she could muster the
courage to say it.
"Oh, honey, you're hotter'n the fuckin' fire," Jack said, watching her bite her lips harder
and twist and jerk her hips shamelessly. She looked like a nympho in heat, prancing her
ass sometimes directly for the flame, then snapping it away with a cry when the flame
grew too intense.
Jack sat and watched his cock get harder. He wanted to have her pussy. Reaching over,
he jerked her pussy-lips apart, watching her face quiver while her lower jaw slackened.
The flame kept on raking her plump asscheeks. Tina started to cry, tears of humiliation
streaking her face. Jack let her go, stepping back to watch her dangling like a piece of
meat on two hooks. Then, laughing at her, he reached down and turned up the flame
even more. The sudden burst of heat turned a dime-shaped area of her buttocks a dark
red. Tina screamed, jerking and snapping at her bonds more wildly than before.
"AIYEEEEEEE!"
Jack swung her hips back and forth with one hand as he jerked himself off. As her ass
passed over the dark orange fire, a trail of red cut across her buttocks. He kept her
swinging. The girl shrieked louder as the flame burned deeper.
"Oh, God, leave me alone! You're burning me up!"
Jack now held her steady over the flame and pried her cuntlips apart. Was he going to
stick the lantern in her pussy? Tina didn't doubt it. He was capable of anything. And
now he was angry, mad at her for having exposed him to the authorities. Ohhhh, how
she wished at this point she'd never said a word to the headmistress. Now the brunette
teen was reaping a terrible, sad harvest.


Chapter 6

"Can always spot a chick like you," Jack said thickly, watching the flame redden more
of her flesh. "It shows in the eyes."
With that, the guard twisted and corkscrewed his fingers, reaming out her pussy,
rubbing her clit while the fire slowly ate at her ass.
Tina writhed as the flame burned deeper. It was the lust itself clawing at her pussy that
was worse, however. The combination of the pain and Jack's maddening fingering was
confusing her, making her dizzy with the awesome sexual power of her body.
"OHHHHHHH, GOD!"
What terrified the girl was her absolute need for that fire! She was seeking it out,
opening her ass-crack while relaxing her buttocks and dangling her body over the
flame, purposely leaving it there for the fire to consume. The brunette thought how
wonderful it would be having the fire in her cunt, adding to the flames of lust already
devouring her snatch.
Jack looked down and saw the glazed, fixed expression on her face. He jerked his finger
out of her pussy and dropped between her knees. Moving closer, he reached up and
grabbed her thighs, digging his fingers into the fleshy folds around her hips.
"Now, let's see how you like gettin' fucked while roasting on a spit!"
"Don't you... oh, God, don't do this! Oh, please, Jesus, don't!"
Tina squealed and gagged as the fat head of his cock squished into her overheated cunt.
He was splitting her in two, fucking her while the flame kept on fluttering over her
asscheeks. The brunette tightened the muscles of her arms and legs, raising her body
away from the flame by several inches, saving her flesh from being too badly burned.
That, combined with Jack's wild, upward fucking thrusts, moved her farther and farther
away from the Coleman lantern.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Her head thrown back, every muscle in her body tight, Tina wiggled her hips
obscenely, inviting more and harder fucking. As Jack's cock plunged ahead, her ass was
raked by a new fire raging inside... a combination of pain from the flame and the sexual
fire rioting in her snatch. Her clit snapped against his hammering cock-shaft, making
Tina feel the tiny thing was about to burst.
"Take it, take it you little bitch! Take it all the way," Jack growled, gripping her hip
bones as if they were horns on a saddle. He rode her, hammering his groin against her
crotch, arching his back while edging still closer to the helpless young woman. His legs
spread farther apart for better balance while his hairy asscheeks tensed, relaxed, tensed.
The room was filled with the wet slapping sounds of his body against hers as the two of
them drew closer toward orgasm. 
"UHHHHHHH!"
Tina was screaming, snapping her head from side to side, closing her eyes and opening
her mouth as she sucked in lungfuls of breath. The pain, the fucking, the heat
everything was attacking her mind, turning her into a sex-mad nympho. Her body
shivered and swayed under the violent fucking attack, her fingers digging into her
wrists while her knees kept jerking apart.
"Yeah, you goddamned slut," he cried thickly, gnashing his teeth and taking shallow
breaths as he slammed his cock deeper.
Her reply was a hoarse, guttural growl. Oh, how could she be showing him her
weakness? For an instant, the girl thought how she must look to him... a wild animal,
hog-tied to the walls, completely helpless, wanting him to violate her more foully as the
seconds ticked by. No, she wouldn't succumb to this kind of depravity.
But how could she fight the fire raging inside her mind and body? The forces were far
too strong for this inexperienced young girl. There seemed to be no stopping the way
her pussy snapped shut as Jack rammed it. And the flame flickering her buttocks and
the degradation both made her passion climb higher and higher. Ohhhh, Lord, he was
turning her into an obedient animal. Why was she liking it? Why was she letting it
happen?
"EEEEEEEIYEEE!"
The cock and flame bit at her flesh, prodding her clit. Somewhere in her cunt and ass,
sensations from both met. It was the start of her climax.
"AHHHHHHH!" Tina cried, jerking her hips rapidly, moving them up and down as
Jack reamed out her pussy for one last time. Her clit vibrated like a struck tuning fork.
Then the teenager's orgasm erupted, bubbling over when she felt Jack's dick swell up,
jerk, then start to spray out gouts of cum. The two of them fought for breath, swaying,
gasping as spurt after spurt of jizz scalded into the girl's pussy, exciting her buckling
cuntal walls.
"You're a fine fuck. This is only the start, baby," Jack said, wiping his mouth with the
back of one hand while sliding his rod from her slit.
"You animal!" Tina muttered, hanging her head back and letting her long brown hair
fall to the floor.
"Animal, eh? Maybe I should let you see what actin' like an animal is."
Tina shut her eyes. She didn't know what kind of madness he was talking about.
Whatever it was, she was certain it was sick, would hurt, would nearly drive her mad
with excitement-and would leave her ridden with as much guilt and confusion as she
now had.
"Please, let me go. You can't keep this up all night," Tina protested, watching the guard
pull up his trousers and pick up the lantern. He turned the key, extinguishing the flame
and laying the instrument on a shelf.
"I can't, eh? All I've gotta do is tell the girls you're in detention. Man, nobody's gonna
question me."
Tina thought of the headmistress. Surely she must suspect something if Jack and the
others are this highly upset. If she were to disappear, be put in detention without the
woman's permission, surely there would be an inquiry.
Jack seemed to guess what she was thinking about and smiled strangely. "Don't worry,"
he said mysteriously. "We thought of everything."
What did he mean? Tina whimpered, the pain in her asscheeks now making itself felt
as he started loosening the bonds around her ankles.
"No use letting you hang around here like this. We're gonna put you in temporary
detention," he said, gently lowering her feet to the floor, then moving over to her wrists
and loosening the ropes on the rings. He slid one arm just below her shoulder blades,
helping her stand. Bending down as Tina leaned against one cold concrete wall and
held her forehead with both hands, Jack slid out a green woolen blanket and draped it
over her shoulders. "Use this, 'cause it's gonna get mighty fuckin' cold."
He opened the door, pushing her out into the corridor. Ohhhh, she could hardly walk.
Her leg muscles were stiff, cramped from the grotesque, unnatural position she'd been
tied in for the past hour. And how her buttocks hurt every time the coarse woolen
material of the blanket brushed over her burned flesh!
Jack led her to a room some twenty feet down from that reconverted bath area.
"Wait for us inside here," he said, fishing out his keys, unlocking the door and pushing
her inside. Tina stood in the middle of the cell, hugging the blanket tightly around her
body as Jack slammed the door shut and bolted it with a snap. Where was this place? It
was so dark and damp.
She couldn't see her hand in front of her face. The girl stood stock still, feeling the
dampness cling to her face, wondering how long it would be before Jack and his cronies
returned with more horrors for her.
Growing tired finally of waiting, Tina began walking forward, putting out one leg at a
time gingerly. In time, she came across what seemed to be a bunk. This had to be the
terrible solitary other girls had talked about... pitch black, dark, nothing except darkness
and loneliness and one bed to lay in and think.
She hugged the blanket to her throat, curling her legs up to her belly in a fetal position,
and she eventually dozed off. She spent the next few hours sleeping fitfully, dreaming of
Jack and the others, dreaming of how they all fucked her, slipping their dicks in her
cunt, her asshole, her mouth. Not one inch of her young body was left unviolated as
the men laughed and degraded her beyond belief.
Her dreams were interrupted by the cannon-like banging of the cell door against the
wall. Tina grunted, jerking up from the cot and clinging to the woolen blanket.
Someone was standing in the doorway... Jack, she thought, his hands on his broad hips.
A beam of light shot into the room, temporarily blinding the girl. Tina squinted her
eyes, rubbing them, wondering how long she'd been asleep. "We're ready."
The words made her heart pound. She shrank back as he walked into the cell,
stretching out one hand, curling his fingers in a silent command for her to get up.
"Come on. You knew this was gonna happen. You think we'd leave you alone?"
Tina closed her eyes and swallowed hard. No, she had to go with him. To refuse was
madness. He'd beat her then drag her by the hair through the corridor to wherever he
was taking her. If she had to go with him, let her go with dignity.
The young girl swung her legs over the edge of the cot, clutching the blanket to her
naked body and avoiding the man's eyes as she passed through the doorway out into
the brightly lit corridor. Jack smiled with amusement as Tina walked in front of him,
her bare feet sliding over the tiled floor. They walked for several minutes, going down
one more set of stairs. They had to be in the lowest level now. The corridor had turned
into a tunnel lit only by a sparse string of bare lights hanging from the rounded
concrete ceiling. The air was far damper and had a kind of foul odor to it. Jack told her
to halt in front of a small blue metal door.
"Hey, it's me," he said, knocking softly against the door.
There were some shuffling sounds behind the portal. Then it opened, revealing two of
the guards Tina remembered from that first terrible night.
"Inside."
Tina stepped into the large room and noticed pleasantly that it was warm and dry
inside. She closed her eyes and drank in the warmth, shivering, realizing now for the
first time just how uncomfortable she'd been for the past several hours.
Her pleasure, however, was short-lived. From the corner of one eye, the girl detected
strange movement. Twisting her head around and narrowing her eyes Tina saw that it
was a dog... a large black Doberman squatting by what appeared to be a medieval rack.
His long pink tongue hung from one corner of his mouth while his pointed ears
pricked forward. He seemed friendly enough. Why in God's name did they have him
down here?
"Over here," the second guard said, stretching out one hand and pointing over at the
rack.
Oh, what were they going to do, stretch her until she screamed with pain? Was that
how they got their kicks, taking girls down here and torturing them to the limit? Tina
hesitated, and for that received a sharp blow between her shoulder blades.
"Ohhhhhhh!" the girl cried, pitching forward, stumbling toward the rack. She nearly
tripped, finally recovering her balance. "Doug'll take care of you." The second guard –
Doug, as Jack called him – ripped the protective blanket from her body with one
violent move, tossing it in front of the animal who proceeded to sniff at it vigorously.
"Just ease that pretty little ass of yours here," he said, patting the broad hardwood table.
Tina had no choice. Swallowing, feeling her heart beating so loudly she was sure it
would tear through her rib cage, the brunette teenager did as she was told. She lay
down, stretching her arms over her head, feeling him slip the rusty iron cuffs around
her wrists and tighten them down. Ohhh, how the metal hurt! Her wrists were still
chafed from the previous bondage scene.
"Bob, what d'ya think?" Doug said, stepping back and admiring his handiwork.
"Not bad, but she needs somethin'," the third guard said, glancing over at Jack and
winking slyly.
"Yeah. Hey, baby, you know we got plenty of them guard dogs around the compound.
But this one here's special. We thought we saw somethin' in 'im the first day he came
back from the training school. You're sure gonna see what it is in a couple of seconds,"
Jack said, bending down and rubbing his fingers playfully behind the Doberman's
collar.
"C'mon, I wanna see her take him on."
Take him on? What were they talking about? Tina's forehead broke out into a cold
sweat while she jerked her head up and studied the big animal. He was standing in
front of the rack now, his dark brown eyes quivering with excitement. And between his
hindquarters... oh, God, she could see the pointed, dark red, ugly tip of his cock
slithering out of its furry sheath. They were going to have her raped by the dog.
"NOOOOOOO!" Tina screamed, the horror of the situation finally crashing down on
her. The brunette twisted her body like a crazed animal, screaming at the top of her
voice, pulling at her arms until her shoulders ached. Her legs shifted back and forth on
the wooden rack while her tits jiggled together from the violent, twisting movements. A
dog, a foul, filthy animal on her? No, no, this couldn't be the way she'd end. She was a
good girl, a clean girl, someone who never thought of fucking a boy before this horror
was visited on her. And all this happening in a... reform school.
"His name's Petya... kinda Russian, don't you think?" Jack said proudly.
"No, get him away! Oh, God, don't do this to me!" Tina shrieked.
Jack snapped his fingers together, pointing at the screeching young brunette. Tina
stopped her thrashing and stiffened, hearing the click of his toenails against the floor.
She jerked her head up, her eyes wide with horror as she watched the big Doberman
stop at the foot of the rack.
"NO, NO, GO BACK!" she cried out, fanning out her toes, kicking at the big dog. Tina
felt so vulnerable, so threatened, so terrified. If only she could pass out, die, anything
rather than live through this. "UP!"
The Doberman barked twice, then reared back while tensing the muscles of his
powerful hindquarters. With a graceful single motion, Petya leaped into the air, landing
between Tina's shivering legs.
"Oh, please, please, God, not this," the girl sobbed, kicking at the large Doberman.
That stopped when Petya twisted his head up and snapped at her right foot. The girl
cried out, jerking her legs back and staring with horror at the animal. She trembled
when she saw his black hps peel back, revealing that double, crisscrossed row of white
killer fangs. She remembered all the stories she'd heard about Dobermans, about how
they turned even against their masters, tearing out their throats without thinking twice.
No, no, she couldn't antagonize the animal. Even if the guards worked quickly, they
probably couldn't take the dog off her if he went mad and started attacking.
"Go on, Petya, she's waitin'."
The large animal stretched out his front paws and barked, displeased that his victim was
moving around so much. He lowered his head, sticking his tongue out farther and
starting to lap her calves.
Tina shivered with revulsion, feeling her belly turn over and buck with fear. He
slobbered his tongue over her crawling flesh, moving up higher and higher, whistling
through his nose while edging up to her cunt.
"Man, you're gonna dig this if you dug what else happened to you."
Tina cried out again and again, banging the back of her head against the rack while
straining at her bonds. Ohhh, if only she could kick away the animal, protect her cunt
from its foul mouth. But then she thought of his fangs, of his violent temper. No, no,
somehow she had to find the strength and courage to hold on, no matter what this
Doberman did to her!
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Tina closed her eyes, unable to understand the hot, moist feeling rising in her cunt. It
had happened with the beating, with the ass-fucking and with the Coleman lantern
burning her buttocks. Even now, the sore burned areas faded away as a counter heat
developed in her pussy. Was it the animal? Was it her helplessness? Was it the fact that
she was going to commit the foullest act known to man? Or was it the combination of
all these, stirring wildly together in her confused mind? "She's goin' for it!"
Already the brunette could feel her fuck slit starting to grow hotter, tighter, wetter. Her
pussy-muscles were cramping, forcing her cunt-lips to wink open, then snap shut on
thin air. The same, lush, swampy feeling she'd had before took her. over once more.
And this time, it was a dog... an animal caressing her body that was turning her on. Oh,
God, surely she'd be damned forever for this.


Chapter 7

"Ohhhhh!" Tina moaned again, rolling her head from side to side. She was feeling an
odd hot sensation around her stiffening nipples, on the tops of her feet, around her stiff
clit. The Doberman was persistent, ignoring her pleas and moans, moving closer to her
furry little cunt. At times, the girl caught him rolling up his dark brown eyes and
staring at her. Christ, he was studying her movements as if he were human. Could a
dog do that? Could he understand fully what he was doing? Those questions made Tina
shudder. "No, no, no!"
The teenager tried to roll onto her side. But the dog was fast, stretching out one paw
and forcing her legs down. In the light, his large dark brown eyes seemed to glow while
his teeth glistened. Tina felt his breath on her naked belly. She felt his sharp toenails
digging into the flesh of her upper thighs. He was growing closer, closer to his target.
Was he going to rip her to shreds before satisfying his hellish lust? Tina felt a thrill of
terrified excitement when the Doberman lowered his head to her crotch, nuzzling her
wiry cunt-hairs, snuffing at her moist damp flesh while lapping at her thighs.
Gooseflesh broke out on every square inch of her body.
Tina moaned, wallowing her shoulders on the rack, rubbing the backs of her legs
against the wood supporting her. How hot she was growing under this animal's
tonguing. Her body seemed so oddly heavy. It was such an effort to move her legs, her
head.
"Oh, please, please!''
The girl rolled as much as she could from side to side, feeling her crotch tightening
more and more. The animal's growling grew more intense and lower. She watched as
his stubby tail wagged jerkily. He was becoming wildly excited now, sticking his head
between her legs, pushing forward until she could feel him nuzzling her ass with his
snout.
Ohhhhhhh, how she screamed, feeling the pressure of his cold nose in her butt-crack.
Tina cried out with unspeakable delight, snapping her knees against the animal's legs.
Quickly, the dog started his licking, slathering her inner thighs steadily now with his
long, dark-pink tongue.
A lush heat spread slowly over the girl's cunt and belly. Tina groaned, gasping in air to
feed her twisting body. She jerked at her hands, wishing she could smooth her fingers
over her body, even touch that wonderful, terrible animal straddling her now. How odd
it was to have that hotness and coldness at the same time racing through her cunt. The
heat came up from her hot loins, stoked to an explosive intensity by the animal's
persistent licking. The coolness came from the evaporating dog-spit as more and more
animal saliva dripped onto her cunt and thighs. Subtly, the girl rubbed her thighs
together, working her red puffy labes against one another, creating a delight she had
never dreamed of before.
The Doberman increased his licking and growling, pushing his maw against Tina's
cunt. He licked at the furry flesh, nuzzling and pushing it up and down. The girl's 
fuckslit was glistening with his spit now, her cunt-lips fully exposed to the dog.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Tina dragged her knees up to her belly, letting j them sag apart, giving the Doberman
more room to lick. The girl rolled her ass slowly from side to) side, rocking her body as
if it were a boat in a storm. The animal was getting hotter, hunching his hindquarters
against the wood rack, rubbing his stiffening, lengthening prick against the surface as
he tried to ease the ache in his balls.
"Unnnnn!" Tina moaned. She lifted her head to see what was happening. She saw the
dog's head half-hidden in the bush of her hairy snatch. The girl watched his tongue
slather in and out of her hole. He was licking her pussy-hairs until they plastered down
against her tumid pussy-meat. His tongue slid regularly in between her labes, peeling
them back, pushing them to one side as he glided into her hole and caressed the puffy
folds and hollows of her cunt.
Tina sank back to the rack, jerking at her arms, feeling the rusty iron cuffs biting into
her wrists. Her eyelids fluttered while her fingers clawed at the cold metal bands. Spittle
oozed down from her violated cunt, leaking into her butt-crack and burning into her
shitter. Yes, she wanted to be covered with animal spit, bathed in the foul liquid, drown
in it. She was good for the dogs and that was it. Yes, she was getting what she deserved.
The guards knew what was best for her.
"OHHHHHHH, THERE! THERE!"
Tina was giving the Doberman directions, jerking her thighs up into the dog's face.
Petya had accidently been tonguing her clit. The girl jerked herself up and stared heavy
lidded at the lapping animal. She rocked her thighs back and forth, trying to get him
back to her clit-shaft. The sensation of his tongue lapping regularly over her sex-shaft
drove her wild. "Ahhhhhhh!"
The brunette was screaming, nearly knocking the dog off the rack twice with her wild,
nymphomaniacal movements. What had been turned loose in her? It was as if a demon
were raging through her body, asking for more and more degradation, more torture,
more humiliation, more pain. The guards were impressed with Tina's sudden depravity
as she lewdly moved her hips in front of the growling Doberman. "Mmmmmm!"
Tina pulled her body back as much as she could. The dog followed, stopping any
further movement by sinking his fangs lightly into one bulging tendon just above her
thigh. That light sensation of pain mixed incredibly with the growing itchy ache racing
through her pussy. Tina shuddered, squeezing her asscheeks together, hunching up into
the animal's face.
Petya let go, pushing back up to the girl's swampy pussy and slathering it down with
more spit. Ohhh, what a wonderful mixture her pussy-juice and his doggie-spit was
making. It burned into her clit like acid, making the girl cry out for more. Tina fanned
out her toes while her ass pranced in the air.
"No, no, no! Oh, God, it's not right!" she cried under her breath.
But it was too late. Her body was writhing under the dog's licking. She was voluntarily
giving herself to the Doberman, hoping he'd do more to her, raise her sexual
consciousness to a higher plane. Ohhh, he was taking her on like a lover, conquering
her, making her twist, writhe, jerk to every move he made.
Tina's fat tits bounced and jiggled as she cried over and over for more licking. She
opened her eyes again and saw that blood-heavy cock swaying between the Doberman's
hindquarters. The big animal dropped his head, lathering down her lower belly with his
big tongue.
The brunette cried out, feeling that wonderful hot, rough tongue work across her chest
and edge up to her tits. He was licking her navel, then moving back to her cunt, then
sliding up to her tits. And all the while, Tina was helpless to either encourage him or
stop him.
"Oh, God, help me, help me through this!" the young woman cried out.
Tina felt him sticking his snout farther up and down her slick flooded cuntal folds. She
could feel that maddening short, stubby growth of hairs around the Doberman's snout
brushing against her cuntal walls. His black nostrils glistened with her juice while his
tongue lolled sloppily over her cunt, parting the hot slit while it bathed her clit again
and again.
Petya's cock was jerking up regularly now, banging against his underbelly. Drops of
pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit while his whimpering turned into growls. The dog let
out a high-pitched whine, then climbed back onto the girl. This move terrified her. She
jerked her arms, raising her legs, looking as if she were going to kick him. One low
growl from Petya's throat brought a stop to that. No, she didn't think he could fuck her
like this. She wasn't about to throw her legs over her head to let him drive that ugly
looking dark-red prick up her slit. They'd have to drug her for that. But his licking,
ohhhhhhh, that was a different story. "N-nooooooo!"
Her clit burned like a glowing jewel. Every move she made increased the regular
throbbing of her pussy. The big animal seemed to be all over her. She seemed to be
swimming in a sea of dog-hair, dog-tongue, dog-spit. His breath warmed her belly, her
tits, her cunt. Then the young brunette felt something very hot and slick brush against
her inner thighs. Ohhh, how could he have his dick up that high?
"P-pleeeaaassseeeee!''
Something hot and wet and sticky was streaking against her thighs now. The
Doberman was coming, shooting off his dick against her body.
The girl nearly retched, kicking back with one leg at the coming animal. Ohhhh, how
terrible, how awful to be covered with that disgusting slime. Now she snapped back to
reality, realizing what was happening, knowing what she was encouraging the animal to
do.
The big dog ignored her screams, mouthing her snatch, drilling his tongue into her tiny
wet slot while hunching his shooting dick against the now-slick wood. Ohhh, how the
girl tried to twist away from that awful stream of doggie-cum. But the Doberman held
on to her, wrapping his paws around her legs, hunching up and down, directing that
white stream at her twisting legs. He howled and whined, breathing with whistling
sounds through his nostrils as the last of his orgasm spattered against the girl's body.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
And in spite of that horror, the girl couldn't deny she was climaxing herself. It was
slow, steady, agonizing. Stretching her body, Tina let the orgasm sweep over her like a
tidal wave. She was going out of her mind, she told herself, as her cunt buckled and
clamped down on nothing. Ohhh, if only she could have something inside her,
something stretching her spasming cuntal walls, something shooting hot, scalding
spunk deep in her body.
"MMMMMMM!"
Tina quivered like a tightly strung bow. The brunette closed her eyes and let it happen.
Once more, millions of brightly colored stars popped off in front of her as wave after
gentle wave swept over her pussy. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear the
Doberman still growling and whimpering with his climax.
Good, so good, she thought to herself, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.
She was glad she was happy, glad the animal was growling with delight. Ohhh, what
was she thinking? No, no, those were evil, ugly thoughts. These men around her were
forcing her to commit something too terrible even to joke about in locker rooms. And
there she was, lying stretched out, covered with doggie-jizz and thinking about how
happy she was.
"Good show, baby!"
The voice snapped her fully back to reality. She turned her head and saw Jack and his
buddies grinning down at her.
"I... couldn't help it. The cuffs... I would've kicked him away," she stammered in a weak
voice, the spasms racking her pussy still sweeping through her.
"Sure, sure, you keep tellin' that to yourself if it makes it any better," Jack said, wiping
his mouth. He'd been watching her with lustful interest, wishing he could stick his cock
up her ass, in her mouth, even in her doggie-licked cunt. The prison guard didn't mind
if the girl's pussy was slicked down with doggie spit. He'd stuck his prick into worse
things. And remembering just how hotly the girl reacted to having anything shoved up
her snatch evaporated any qualms he might have had about fucking her now.
"Please, let me go now," Tina pleaded. She rolled her eyes up and looked pleadingly at
Jack.
"You're crazy, you know that? You think after watchin' you perform like that we're
gonna let a number like you go so fast?" Doug said.
"Clean 'er up," Jack muttered, folding his hands over his chest.
Tina lay quietly as the two other guards grabbed rags and dabbed off the Doberman's
spunk. The brunette tried pleading with them, begging them, promising them
anything... even her favors at a later date if only they'd let her go now.
"Shit!" Doug said, wincing as he threw the damp cloth to the floor.
"Get her ankles in the cuffs."
Doug and Bob moved swiftly, grabbing Tina's legs before she knew what was
happening. The girl snapped her head up, watching helplessly as the two men slipped
her ankles into the bottom halves of the cuffs, then closed the tight iron ring around
her legs. She was clamped top to bottom to that medieval device. Squirming, wiggling
her ass on the wood table, the brunette whined through her nose, fearing what the
prison guards had in store for her.
"Move the wheel."
Doug dropped to his knees and slid under the rack. Tina heard some metallic clinking,
then the soft whirring sound of manual gears being moved. At the same time, she felt
her arms pulling up while her legs were being stretched forward.
"Ohhhhhhh, what's happening?" she cried, pulling at her arms, then realizing she was
being stretched so tightly she had little body movement. "NO, NO!"
"A little more," Jack said in a low, soft voice.
Tina screamed again and again, the pain in her shoulders and thighs growing more
intense as the gears underneath clicked together and the cuff devices at either end of the
rack held her fast. The young brunette jerked her head from one side to the other, her
eyes widening with fear and pain, her flesh once more growing damp and shiny as
sweat oozed from every pore. Her tits jiggled. Tina thought she heard something pop in
her shoulders and knees as the stretching sensation became unbearable.
"AIYEEEEEEE!"
The girl's buttocks now raised from the table. She was being stretched tighter and
tighter, her body vibrating wildly. The pain now was too intense, Tina thought her flesh
was being pulled apart. She shrieked, closing her eyes and slackening her jaw. Ohhhh,
God, what had she done to deserve this? Then she thought of all the fucking, of all that
pleasure when the dog was crouched between her legs burying his maw in her cuntal
thicket – and the brunette realized what this pain was for. Yes, it was no surprise if
God let this torture continue.
"Okay, stop it there!" Jack ordered, fishing in his shirt pocket and pulling out a pack of
cigarettes. "Let's see how well she stands up to this."
"Why, why?" Tina wailed, watching him light the long white cigarette, then blow out a
puff of smoke toward her face. She coughed, choking on the foul air, wondering why
this man loved to burn her. First there was the candle, then the lantern, and now the
cigarette. And oh, added to whatever pain that would bring was the terrible, killing
tension in her shoulders, thighs and knees.
"NO, NO, NO!"
Tina cried out desperately, her eyes focused on the glowing red tip of the cigarette. He
waved it over her face, taking another drag, blowing another puff of smoke directly into
her eyes. While the brunette was choking and shaking off the tears from her cheeks, the
big prison guard lowered the cigarette to her belly. The smell of the burning tobacco
hurt her nostrils. He lowered the cigarette to the teen's thigh, moving it slowly up and
down, following the trail of a dark blue vein close to her white flesh. Tina trembled,
feeling the glowing tip making her skin tighten. Peering down nervously, the girl saw
her flesh redden. A little sob of horror escaped from her mouth. "Oh, please, please..."
she whimpered, sucking in her lower Up and biting down. Tina looked from the
cigarette to Jack's face. His eyes glittered more strangely than before. Yes, he was
enjoying this immensely, enjoying her pain, her discomfort, her terror. It was just as
before. The more she twisted, begged, screamed, the wilder was his pleasure!
"You want it?" Jack asked, purposely misreading her pleas.
Before Tina had a chance to scream, the big man dropped the head of the cigarette to
her flesh. He dragged it along the line of one bulging tendon up toward her pussy. Tina
went wild, screaming, throwing her head back, whipping her long brown hair across
her flushed cheeks, gurgling on her own spittle. She worked her fingers, curling them
up and digging her nails into her palms. Her stretched, pain-racked body quivered. The
pain grew worse and worse as Jack dragged the burning cigarette up toward her cunt.
Then the girl fell silent, hearing the whispering crackle of the first few cuntal hairs at
the bottom of her pussy as they burned. The heat was horrible. It felt like blazing coals
had been dumped in her snatch. With a tearing pain in her throat, Tina felt her breath
blow from her lungs. More tears started to flow.
"Mmmmmmm!" Jack said, moving the cigarette around her pussy in a decreasing circle,
watching as her pussy-lips quivered, moved, worked against one another. "I think at
least one part of you's enjoyin' what I'm doin'," he commented, moving the burning
weapon lightly across her cuntal mound and watching as the wiry hairs crackled, turned
black and curled down toward her flesh.
"AIYEEEEE!" the brunette screamed when she thought Jack was going to drop the
cigarette right in the center of her fuck-slot. With a series of ear-piercing shrieks, Tina
felt the room turning black and spinning around her. She was passing out. Oh, thank
God, it was all over for her. With a sharp gasp, the brunette collapsed and fell silent.


Chapter 8

When she awoke, Tina found herself back in her cell. For a moment she lay without
moving in bed, wondering if all she'd experienced before was nothing but a dream.
How could men put her through that kind of hell, especially when she did nothing to
deserve it? .
Then the sights, smells, and sounds of what happened came back to her. No, they were
all too vivid to be dreams. And yes, they had a definite reason for punishing her. She
had fingered them, reported them to Ms. Wilson. They were taking out their revenge
on her, making sure the other girls wouldn't think they would get away with the same
thing.
"Oh, God!" Tina sobbed, covering her face with both hands and crying hysterically in
the darkened cell. Her body shook as tears strained her flushed cheeks. She felt the
burns on her right leg, felt the dog's scratch marks still throb on her thighs. Yes, she'd
been foully violated, forced to perform sick acts. And what was more humiliating was
the fact that she enjoyed them. Tina cried out again, rolling over onto her belly and
burying her face in the crushed pillow. She smothered her sobs. No, the brunette didn't
want the others to know of her horror. How could she face anyone if they discovered
what the men had put her through, and how she loved it, begged for more, screamed in
frustration when they withheld it from her?
The night passed slowly for Tina. Sleeping fitfully, the girl would awaken with a start,
wondering when the door would open once more, wondering when Jack would appear
in her cell, stretching out his hand, telling her to get up and follow him for another
night of horror.
But for the next few days, nothing of the son happened. Tina avoided the curious stares
of the girls in the washroom the next day as they gazed at the marks on her asscheeks,
thighs and legs. There were whispers. Tina knew they were commenting on her
wounds, talking about her cries in the hall the other night-wondering when they'd be
next!
Tina ate, worked in the sewing center, occasionally glancing up at the catwalk at the
guards circling the large room. They talked and joked, ignoring the girls below for the
most part as the machines whirred on. Tina kept telling herself she had to see the
headmistress again, had to tell her what was going on. Oh, God, she didn't think she
could endure another night of that perverted fucking. Her body ached from all the
abuse. And at night, the young woman lay in her cot trembling, snapping up when
someone walked by in the corridor, then falling asleep, only to be assailed by dreams
that replayed those sick scenes in the basement.
One week passed and nothing happened. Tina was able to breathe a little more easily.
Maybe Jack and his friends had been satisfied in their revenge. Maybe they'd leave her
alone. But oh, how he was staring at her now from above the sewing room. She noticed
it the following week, feeling his gaze burning her neck, her tits, her thighs. He was
lusting after her once more. Glancing up, she saw him leaning on the iron rail, his arms
folded over the bar, his eyes fastened on her. She moved the material through the
sewing machine, her fingers trembling, wishing she had a friend among these girls she
could confide in. But the young woman who had warned her earlier had been paroled
that morning. There was no one, no one she could turn to for help.
That evening after dinner, Tina sat in the television room, her legs tucked up under her
ass as the set droned on in front of her. Some of the other girls were talking quietly,
occasionally glancing at her. They were talking about her, whispering about how she'd
become Jack's favorite. There was relief in her voice. Then, the brunette wanted to jump
up, throw her magazine down to the floor and scream. Didn't anyone care what
happened to her? Didn't they realize Jack would soon grow tired of his game and start
picking on them?
Her train of thought was broken by the step of one of the female guards.
"Ms. Wilson would like to see you, Tina," she said softly.
The girls turned around, their eyes wide with surprise. What did the headmistress want
with her... and at this late hour? She slid from the large chair and followed the middle
aged woman down the corridor to Ms. Wilson's office.
"Come in, Tina," the older woman said, telling the guard to wait outside. "Sit down. I
think we'd better talk confidentially," she said, moving around the large desk and sitting
on the edge.
"I don't know what you mean?"
"Well," the woman said, letting out a long sigh and rubbing her hands together, "let's
say that it's been brought to my attention that what you told me before... is true."
Tina closed her eyes and sucked in a long, deep breath of relief. They believed her.
Ohhhh, thank God. Someone believed her!
"But," Ms. Wilson continued, "I can do nothing."
The brunette opened her eyes and stared in disbelief at the headmistress. "What do you
mean?"
"I mean, Tina, I haven't got any proof that the male guards are mistreating you girls,"
she began, sliding off the desk and straightening her gray, well-tailored business suit.
"Oh, there've been accusations. The girl who was paroled this morning... uh, Janice
Urban, talked to some people in Albany. It seems they leant some credence to what she
said. And, I have to admit, after further investigation, I have to come to the same
conclusion. There've been other accusations... especially after yours. It seems the girls
follow your lead, in spite of what you may think."
Tina stared at the headmistress in surprise. What did she want? Pictures? Oh, God, was
she going to have to get some sort of evidence?
"What do you want me to do?" Tina finally found the courage to ask.
"I'm glad you brought that up. We need proof, something I can take to the board and
present as definite evidence of what's happening inside here. Oh, I can take several
testimonies. But I'm afraid a jury or even a full board of inquiry might not listen to you
all. And then, I'd be out of a job, and you... you would have all the male guards to
contend with."
Tina shivered. She knew what horrors they'd put her through just for talking with Ms.
Wilson before and reporting them. If this ever came to a full hearing and they lost... the
alternative made her sick with terror.
"What?"
"One of the guards admitting what was going on would help," Ms. Wilson said
thoughtfully. Tina almost laughed. That was a fat chance. "Or photographic proof. I
imagine pictures of what was going on would help. Of course, it's not court evidence.
But it would certainly be viewed by any board of inquiry as enough proof to relieve the
guards of their duties while investigating the charges seriously. Do you understand
what I'm saying?"
Tina nodded her head up and down, feeling her flesh grow cold and clammy.
"I need your help, Tina," the woman said, laying a hand on her shoulder. "I can't do
this alone. I've been told some of the female guards are also involved in the payoffs. I
have to trust you, and you must trust me."
"But what can I do? I don't have a camera here. And they'd suspect something if I told
them to take pictures... of... of..." She couldn't finish the sentence. Even now Tina
couldn't speak of what they did in that room. Oh, Lord, how could she sacrifice herself
that way, expose herself to public ridicule on the chance that she'd be believed and the
guards would be convicted?
"It's going to take a lot of courage on your part. But the alternative, Tina, is to let this
continue. I can't, in all conscience do that. But there's very little I can do effectively. I
can call a general inquiry. But I doubt, without the hard proof I need, I can have
anything done. And I'm afraid it will be very hard on you girls afterward."
Tina found herself backed into a corner... damned if she helped, damned if she didn't!
"I... don't know. It's asking so much," she murmured, lowering her eyes and staring at
her shifting feet. She thought of Jack and the mocking way he looked at her... the
terrible things he called her, how all of them spat in her face. A flush of anger darkened
her cheeks. No, they weren't going to get away with it. They weren't going to get away
with hurting her, humiliating her, showing her the terrible things that she was more
than capable of sexually. They had their revenge. Now it was her turn for vengeance.
"I'll do what I can, Ms. Wilson," Tina said softly, raising her eyes and seeing the
headmistress sighing with relief.
"Thank God. Maybe this nightmare will be over for all of us. Now," the woman
continued, her voice growing stronger, "I understand from some conversations that've
been reported to me that the guards are going to... well, make a move soon." "A move?"
"Choose one of the girls again for a night," Ms. Wilson said, her face darkening.
Tina shivered. She knew who the girl was going to be. It was as if someone had stepped
on her grave. A cold chill ran through her body.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Somehow, I don't know, Tina. Somehow get them to take pictures. I know it's going
to be difficult," Ms. Wilson continued, leaning forward while folding her hands in her
lap. "I don't enjoy sending you out like a guinea pig. But my hands are tied. I need the
kind of proof only you can give me."
Tina sighed again, fighting down the revulsion rising in her throat. She wanted to
refuse. Every ounce of her reason rebelled against the plan. It was dangerous. And then,
how would she get the photos away from the guard?
"You have to tell me when they're developed. If I know those men, they'll want to show
you the pictures... to annoy you."
Annoy. A terrible understatement for what they enjoyed doing.
"At that time, you have to contact me and we'll launch a full-scale search and
investigation. I can get all the warrants I need. But I have to know the time."
Tina nodded her head up and down in understanding. She was entering into a rather
dangerous plan, but one that, if successful, would end the nightmare at this reform
school once and for all.
"And your cooperation, Tina, would probably terminate your sentence here." That was
an unexpected flash of joy. Oh, yes, freedom!
The two women parted, Ms. Wilson wishing Tina luck as she left the inner office. That
evening, Tina slid under the bedcovers, actually hoping Jack would open the door,
reach out foe her, demand that she follow him.
But nothing happened that evening or the next. The young woman lay awake in bed for
three nights, staring at the ceiling, jumping at every sound, then lying back in
disappointment as Jack never appeared.
Her luck changed, however, on the fourth evening. Having just fallen into a light sleep,
Tina was awakened by the soft sounds of the lock turning. She jerked upright, rubbing
her eyes while watching the door crack open. A narrow shaft of light sliced into her
darkened cell. As the doorway widened, Tina saw Jack's familiar face glaring at her.
"Come on," he whispered, stretching out his hand.
This time, the girl felt something akin to joy. Yes, she was going with him. But this
would be the last time. Now it was her turn for revenge.
Meekly, the girl slid from the cot. Doug was at the door.
"Gonna be any trouble?" he whispered.
She knew he was waiting for her to struggle, to scream. They enjoyed resistance, it
giving them the flimsy excuse to punish, to hurt.
"No," she said simply, keeping her eyes lowered. They walked back through the
corridors, past the locked green metal doors where Tina knew the girls were sleeping
peacefully. Little did they realize her sacrifice tonight would protect them all in the
future. Let them turn their noses up at her then.
The young girl soon realized they were going back to the room where she'd been
strapped to the rack. No, she had to fight down that growing terror, that feeling of
revulsion. She had to think with a clear mind in spite of what happened. Pictures! Ms.
Wilson needed pictures. She had to trick them into taking shots of what they did to
her.
"Please, please don't tell anyone!" Tina whimpered, holding her hands to her throat as
they descended the all-too-familiar stairs.
"Who we gonna tell?"
Tina bit her lower lip. She had to think fast. The young girl had to be sure they'd fall
into her trap without suspecting a thing.
"Anyone. Please, no pictures! I mean...!"
Jack laughed behind her.
"Hey, you know, that's not a bad idea. That'd be one way to keep this little shit in
control. Doug, you gotta Polaroid or something, don'tcha?"
They had reached the foot of the stairs. Ahead lay the tunnel-like corridor at the end of
which Tina knew was the dreaded room. She may have succeeded in her plan, but at a
terrible cost. She would have to be the victim in those shots, posing in grotesque
situations in order to end them.
"Get it. C'mon, let's move!" Jack said, shoving the girl forward. "The pooch's waitin'."
Her mouth dropped open in shock. That was exactly what Tina was hoping to avoid.
Ohhhh, how could she let them photograph her fucking with a dog? What would Ms.
Wilson and the others say when they saw her crouched on the floor, slack-jawed, her
hair draped over her face while a Doberman mounted her? Already, the girl's heart beat
savagely. Tina had reached a new low in depravity. Not only once, but twice she'd be
involved with an animal, violating the laws of man and nature. But there were no laws
of man and nature in this reform school. The only laws were those of the prison guards.
"Please! Oh, no, you mustn't! I'll do anything you want me to, just don't do this to reel!
Please, please!" she begged in earnest. Surely there were other things they could force
her to do that would photograph nicely for them.
"Come on. Bob's got the mutt inside."
He shoved her forward roughly again, laughing as Tina stumbled over her feet. She
brushed her long hair from her eyes, fighting down the bile she felt rising in her throat.
No, no, she had to go through with it, and fight down the horror she felt.
"Inside."
Jack opened the door. To the right was the familiar rack. Tina rubbed her palms over
her upper arms, feeling her flesh crawl as she remembered the pain and degradation of
that evening she spent stretched out on that rack.
"No!" Tina cried, turning around and trying to run past Jack. The big guard grabbed
her by the shoulders and held her tightly, dragging her protesting body into the room,
kicking the door shut to make sure she didn't escape. Bob grinned in obscene delight,
rubbing his crotch and backing away as Jack held her tightly by the wrists now. He
twisted them slowly in a clockwise movement, watching her face as it twitched in pain.
"Ohhhhh!" Tina whispered softly, her head falling back as her knees weakened. She
was sure he'd break her arms if he kept this up. She heard his breathing become
shallow and raspy as she dropped slowly to the floor. Tina tried turning her elbows
outward, anything to slacken the killing pain in her arms. She begged him to stop,
telling him she wouldn't try to escape, would do anything he and his friends wanted of
her.
"Better," Jack gasped, letting her wrists go. Tina sighed with relief, rubbing her sore
wrists against her thighs.
"Take off the dress."
The brunette reached down, grabbing the hem and pulling the garment over her head.
She was so used to appearing naked before these men, all sense of shame had nearly
vanished.
"Man, no matter what we do to her, she still looks fuckin' good."
"Yeah, maybe she won't look so fine after this, though," Bob added. At that point, the
door opened and Doug stepped in, clutching a Polaroid camera. Barking attracted
Tina's attention now. Jerking her head around, she saw the large black Doberman. He
was squatting, his tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth, those terrible ears
pricked forward while his black rubbery lips quivered with excitement. A long string of
drool hung from one corner of his mouth. She shivered again, knowing full well what
was going to happen.
"No, no!" Tina screamed as Jack placed both hands on her shoulders and forced her to
the floor.
"Stake her down," Doug suggested.
"Yeah, let's hogtie the bitch and let Petya fuck the shit outta her!" Bob added.
"C'mon," Jack said, walking over to the shelving near the rack and grabbing a handful
of line and tossing it to his buddies. Eager hands were all over the wailing girl's body,
tying rope around her wrists, her ankles, attaching her bound arms to her legs then
tying the free ends to the feet of the rack. She was in a crouching position, her ass high
in the air wiggling back and forth. Tina felt utterly helpless, completely exposed. She
was faint with terror and excitement. Her heart pounded in her ears while an eager
flush darkened her skin. She waited for the dog in fearful despair, her ass jiggling with
every move she made.


Chapter 9

"Got a shot of that?"
Tina saw a bright flash pop off in front of her eyes.
"Yeah, take a look," Doug said, holding a square piece of cardboard in front of Jack and
Bob. The young teenager rolled up her eyes, watching as the three men leered at the
photo.
"Man, got her face and her pussy all in one shot. Fuck, great picture. Maybe we can sell
it to them porno guys in New York or San Diego," Bob suggested.
"Yeah, maybe get some of the other cunts here to pose. Fuck, we could make a fortune
outta this," Jack said thoughtfully, glancing back at the photograph, then looking down
at Tina.
"Let's see how she and the mutt come out," Doug said, re-checking the camera, then
stepping back as Petya edged forward. He sniffed the air between his snout and Tina's
exposed pussy, catching the scent of her excited cunt. She wiggled her ass once more,
letting out a low moan when she felt his cold nose press against her snatch. Tina could
feel his nostrils quivering against her warm cunt-lips, could feel his warm breath blow
against her ass. That was followed by the moist sensation of a tongue lapping at her
asscheeks. She shivered as a thrilling erotic tingle rolled along her spine, exploding in
her pussy. The animal's long, thick tongue circled around the perimeter of her asshole
for a while, seeking her pussy.
"Ohhhh!"
Tina was repulsed by the thought of a dog arousing her like this. Even though it had
happened before, the brunette teenager hated herself for this weakness. She couldn't
help the response brought on by those light, feathery licks across her cuntal mouth. It
was hard to fight down the wild sexual feelings radiating from her snatch. She raised
her ass a little in erotic approval as the Doberman kept on lapping her ass-crack.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Tina moaned. A musky kind of dampness made her pussy all wet and
hot. The animal ran his tongue sloppily along her perineum. His searching tongue
lapped at her clit, sopping up the girl's oozing pussy-oil. The brunette felt her stomach
turn over while her nipples grew taut with excitement. He dipped into her pussy-hole,
drilling that wonderful oral organ deeper and deeper into her slit. It seemed as if he
knew exactly where to touch her, where to slide his tongue gently, where to stiffen it
and poke until Tina was whimpering through her nostrils as loudly as the Doberman.
She worked her fingers, curling them into tight fists, wishing she could reach down and
touch the animal. Ohhhh, it was just as before! Those men were purposely torturing
her with her own frustration, holding her back with those ropes, watching her go half
crazy with perverted lust as the dog lapped away at her cunt.
Tina shuddered with wild excitement at the juicy contact of pussy and dog-tongue. A
low groan of delight ripped from her throat.
"Ooohhhmmmmm!"
"She's a bitch in heat...just like before. Man, she's so hot, betcha she has pups if he
fucks her," Doug said, aiming the camera and taking a third shot of the helpless
teenager.
Tina tried to hide her face from the camera. Then the girl realized the purpose of this
charade. She had to have her face in the pictures so the authorities would know these
men were using prison inmates for their own purpose. And also she knew at least one
of the shots had to have one of guards in it as well! "Ahhhhhh!"
Petya's long tongue flicked across her clit. An exhilarating current of sexual electricity
rippled over her snatch. Tina felt her cuntal walls quiver, then buckle under the sexual
pressure. Ohhh, if only he could fill her with that tongue, ream her out so that every
inch of her snatch was brushed by that marvelous tonguing. As the young brunette
wagged her ass like a tail, she felt more and more juice bubbling out of her pussy-hole.
Her sphincter grew tight with excitement.
"No, oh, God, no!" Tina moaned, horrified at her violent reaction to the dog's licking.
No, no, she couldn't believe she was doing this. It was as if she stepped out of her body
and was looking at this strange girl twisting and jerking in an obscene, bound position.
What kind of madness was driving her to such depraved lengths?
"AHHHHHHHH!''
She closed her eyes with joy. Her dangling tits rolled and jiggled with her rapid
breathing. She groaned, gasping for breath, feeling her chest tighten so much the girl
thought she was strangling!
"Oh, God, NO, NO!"
Tina was getting close to coming. She felt that chilly heat searing her cuntal muscles,
making them cramp and snap shut on the Doberman's tongue. The animal was
growling, letting his teeth nip maddeningly along the puffed outer edges of her cunt
lips. The feeling was devastating, hurting just enough to add to the wild pleasure. The
girl ground her ass for more. The tug of fear and revulsion she felt earlier wasn't
enough to make her cry out against the dog. She humped back instead, pressing her
pussy-mound up higher for him to eat. Ohhh, if only she could open herself completely
to him. But the ropes kept her from doing what she wanted. How wild it was to feel his
fangs digging along her silken flesh. His hairs around his neck bristled with the
wildness both of them felt. Again he growled, tossing his head, lapping her. "Ohhh...
damn!"
Tina clawed at her knees, shouting with delight even when his biting made her wince
with pain. She felt so vulnerable, even in danger. But ohhh, feeling that, letting him
almost hurt her was exciting. Flames of unspeakable goodness licked along her inner
thighs. The tender places between her toes itched.
"Good, good," Doug said, taking photos of the girl's face, then moving around and
snapping several shots of her pussy being sniffed and licked at by the large Doberman.
Tina's body responded quickly to the rubbing friction against her frothy cuntal slit.
Thankfully, the animal knew when his biting became dangerous. He stopped, pulling
back slightly, then held her cuntal mound between his jaws and pressed down harder,
making the girl hold her breath, wondering if he was going to tear her to pieces. Yet, in
spite of the growing terror the girl felt, a new kind of fever flashed through her thighs.
"HHHHHHHRRR!"
Tina felt Petya paw her thighs as if he were frustrated, as if he wanted more of her
cunt-juice. "Oh, God, yessssss!" The Doberman's tongue had entered her body once
more, forcing her swollen cunt-meat wide enough for him to suck out more hot fluid.
He rolled and licked around the sensitive ring of tense cuntal muscles. Tina felt them
cramp and tighten around the dog's muzzle. The hot tongue went deeper and deeper.
At times, she thought it was going to worm its way into her belly.
The brunette pranced her ass around in circles, trying to increase the friction the wild
dog brought to her inflamed cunt-hole. When he raked up across her clit again, the girl
cried out, wishing she would hug the dog and draw him closer to her pussy. She
wanted him to lick her everywhere, feel his furry hot body pressing down on hers. Tina
wanted him to...oh, God, could she admit to such a terrible thought? She wanted him
to enter her, to drive that ugly, knobby red thing hanging between his legs up her cunt.
As if he could read her mind, the large animal
pawed her asscheeks, studying her arched back, watching her tits jiggle as the girl
trembled with terror and sexual excitement. Just at that point, Jack stepped to her left.
Glancing up, Tina saw Doug on the opposite side. Fighting through the red fog that
had settled over her mind, the brunette teenager moaned especially loud, raising her ass
as high as she could while wagging it obscenely back and forth. The Doberman became
more highly aroused, shoving his furry maw in the thicket of her cunt-hairs and
corkscrewing his tongue down into her fuck-hole. "Man, what a shot!"
Tina heard that comment through her moans of unspeakable delight. She was sure
Doug had caught Jack's face in that photograph! Good, there would be more, she was
sure of it. She had to keep her wits about her no matter what was happening. The more
shots Doug took of her with someone, the greater the chances were of this little game
being broken up eventually.
"Get 'er, boy... that is, if you can keep the little bitch still," Jack said.
The animal backed away. Tina breathed a sigh of relief. Then she felt him pawing her
ass once more, sniffing at her juicy cunt-hole, then placing both forepaws on the top of
her rounded asscheeks.
"Nooooo!"
There was more weight, more fur, then she felt
Petya crawl completely on top of tier, his heavy, furry body pressing her down.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned, turning her head away from the Doberman's snout as he slid
onto her back. She tucked her knees farther under belly, wishing there were some way
she could hide her pussy from the animal's cock. She felt his hindquarters moving
unsteadily behind her as he tried to regain his balance. The animal's forelegs slid
around her belly while he nestled his head between her shoulder blades. Tina groaned
under his disgusting weight, her fingers clawing at her knees. Against her thighs, she
could feel the dog's long, bony knob sliding up toward her pussy. Ohhhh, how her
heart beat at the thought of his dick getting so close to her hole. His toenails were
scratching her sides. This was it. She was actually going to be fucked by a dog, and the
guards were going to take pictures of it.
"NoOoooo!"
The grip around her waist tightened. A steady, low growl came from Petya's throat
while his body shook above hers with anticipation. The young teen felt him moving
over her, his long cock sliding closer and closer toward her snatch.
And then it happened. Her belly jerked and tightened. Tina was racked with a series of
dry, painful heaves while her head throbbed maddeningly. Waves of nausea: swept over
her while Petya's hard, hot prick sliced into her pussy. She felt that knobby prong
unsticking her outer labes, peeling them back into a wide grin and driving in like some
foul spike into her pussy.
"Oh, God, help, help!" Tina cried softly, shaking with disgust. The excitement seemed
to fade from her now. That awful camera kept flashing all around her. Tina snapped
her head from side to side, her long brown hair whipping across her face, hiding it at
times from the glaring, terrible eyes of the prison guards. Hot tears rolled down her
face as she screamed out in shame and horror. That long, knobby thing was reaming
out her cunt, splitting her in two.
Petya whined above her, lapping at her neck. The girl shuddered. She felt surrounded
by dogs, wondering if now she even smelled like a dog. She was being fucked like a
dog... by a dog! The young girl wanted to vomit, but managed to keep the bile down.
No, she wasn't going to put on that kind of a show for them. This was enough. Let
them enjoy themselves. It would be the last time.
"Nnnnnnnghhh!" Tina groaned as she felt the dribbling warm streams of cum ooze out
of the dog's cock and wash against the sides of her pussy. Only the first inch was buried
inside her muff and already the girl was screaming as if the dog had been fucking her
for an hour. She clawed at her body, fanning out her toes while her knees slid an inch
or two along the floor. She felt the slippery bumps and knobs on his dick slip past her
outer cunt-lips and finally bury themselves in the depths of her pussy.
Finally, the Doberman hunched up his powerful hindquarters and drew out his long
dick. Slamming it forward again harder, he buried the length of dark-red, greasy dog
meat into Tina once more.
"OHHHHHHH, GOD!" the girl cried out, seeing there was no technique with an
animal. He was simply trying to make it with her, dump his cum in her twat, then
climb and lick off his softened cock.
Tina grunted when she felt the big knob bulging just in front of the dog's thick cock
root bang against her outer labes. It pressed in hard, making her lips pucker inward.
The dog growled with frustration, his hindquarters moving around quickly as he tried
for better leverage to work in his fat lump of cock.
But it was far too large for Tina's tense, tight cunt. Work at it as he might, the animal
found it impossible to slip it into her.
"Nooo, oh, good God. Please, somebody h...h-help m-meeeee!" Tina cried, rolling up
her eyes and seeing Doug take another photo with Jack's face in it. Her tears were
falling freely now, dampening her upper arms while her body shivered. Petya's hard,
fuck-thrusting humps made her body shake even more.
The girl felt spittle roll out of the Doberman's opened mouth and ooze down onto her
back and neck. His humping became faster and harder. He drove that big knot against
her cunt-lips until the air in the room echoed with the loud, squishing sound.
"OHHHHHH!"
Tina's body stiffened and trembled. She swore she could feel the tip of his cock banging
against the pit of her pussy. She groaned and sobbed, pushing the top of her head
against the floor as Petya's hairy balls slapped against her ass. She felt her belly turning
over again. Her head spun around and around. For a second, Tina thought she was
going to vomit.
Then the girl realized Petya was going to climax. He was shivering on top of her, letting
out a high-pitched whistling sound through his nostrils. Her pussy was about to be
filled with animal cum.
"GOD!" the girl yelped sharply. But she was helpless to do anything. In a second, the
dog's tiny nuts pumped out his cum into her pussy.
Tina cried out again and again, clawing her knees until she nearly drew blood. That
hot, wet fluid burned into the sides of her snatch. She broke out into hoarse, choked
cries of despair. More and more spunk shot out of the dog's cock, his small powerful
ass shaking while he drove his haunches down harder and harder.
The Doberman's climax seemed to last forever. When it was finally over, Petya slid off
Tina and dropped to the floor, trotting over to one corner. Doug snapped a few shots of
the girl falling over on one side. Tina was fighting the desire to scream and go mad.
How could this sort of thing have happened again? Only this time, it was worse than
the first! Then, the dog's tongue had washed over her pussy and clit, making her cum
with a force she could only describe as hellish. But this time-fucking, actually fucking
with an animal!
"Shit, these things'd sell like hotcakes in Times Square or to those sailors in downtown
Diego," Jack said, handing out the last shot to Bob.
"Oh, oh, oh," Tina moaned, wishing she could have the courage to kill herself once she
got back to her cell. And to think authorities would be examining these pictures, coldly
examining this horror.
"Wanna let her rest up?"
"Rest?" Jack snorted, laughing cruelly as he handed the pictures back to Doug. "The
little cunt of my life," he said, waving one hand at the still crouched-over young
brunette. "Wash her down first, then we'll have a good time with this little shit-flower.
Baby, when we get through with you, you won't be able to walk!"
"Why, what did I do?" Why are you doing this to me?" Tina wailed, feeling Bob and
Doug quickly untie the ropes chaffing her ankles and wrists. They jerked her painfully
up to a standing position.
"Why? Why?" Jack repeated, his voice growing soft for a minute. "I don't know.
Because we like makin' cunts like you beg for dick. 'Cause we like
watchin' you jerk around the floor, tellin' us you don't like gettin' fucked while all the
while we can smell your cunt a mile away! I dig it... like put-tin' you through the paces,
wonderin' when the fuck you're gonna stop! But baby," he said, leaning forward and
speaking confidentially, "I'll bet you ain't got any limits. Man, I'll bet you'd come if we
was to drive a fuckin' spear through your heart!"
"No, it's not true!" Tina screamed, the words terrifying her.
"Turn the hose on her. Let's see if she digs gettin' fucked by water."
Bob lead her to another door on the opposite side of the room while Doug lay down his
camera and went ahead, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
"This used to be a coed prison before the state built the new one in Albany. And this,"
Doug said, reaching inside and flipping on the light, "used to be a kind of delousing
room for the men. Not much," he said, stepping in, followed by Tina and bob.
The girl hugged her tits and cunt with her arms and hand, still feeling immodest in
front of these men in spite of what had already taken place. The room was large, the
floors and walls white tile. Several drains were built into the floor. At one end of the
room a long, thick green hose was still attached to a spigot. It was to that area Doug
and Bob walked, telling the girl to step back against the opposite wall.
"We don't like fuckin' chicks who got dog-spit and cum all over 'em," Bob said,
reaching down and turning on the spigot while Doug spread his legs widely apart for
balance and pointed the nozzle directly at the cringing girl.
Suddenly a blast of hot water smashed into the girl's rib cage. She opened her mouth in
surprise, her hands flying to either side of her body while her feet squeaked across the
wet floor. Desperately, she fought for balance while the young prison guard played the
stream of hot water over her body.
"Stop it!" she demanded, fighting for her balance. What new kind of humiliation was
this?


Chapter 10

The steaming jet of water roared and splashed in the small room.
"Like cleanin' pigs back on the farm," Doug shouted above the splashing sounds,
helping his buddy direct the firehose over Tina's body.
The brunette teenager glared at him. She managed to gather enough energy to spit in
his direction. She didn't care now what they thought of her. She had her photos. Now
all she had to do was somehow get them to release her so she could get back to Ms.
Wilson and tell her.
"Ohhhh!"
Tina staggered back as the next blast of water splashed over her ankles, upending her
Tina fell heavily on the floor of the cell. She tried struggling to her feet once more. But
Doug directed the stream at her crotch. That spray of water hit her like a hammer on
her sensitive flesh, opening her cunt-lips and setting up a lusty flash of fire on her clit.
She hadn't come with the animal, her sexual excitement being tempered by the fact of
being fucked by a dog. Now the pent-up sexual excitement of the dog-licking rose once
more. The girl doubled up, her mouth opening wide as that blast of erotic sensation
almost paralyzed her with its power.
The water was just hot enough to make the girl sweat. She rolled onto her belly, trying
to get her cunt away from the moving stream. Her long hair tangled around her neck,
catching under her shoulders. The girl raised both hands, trying to get free from the
strands choking her.
"What's the matter, honey, don't you like your bath?" Doug asked.
"Man, she doesn't wanna get cleaned up. She likes all that dog shit in her! We oughtta
take her to the city pound and watch her suck and fuck all night!"
The men laughed louder as they shot water straight up between her long thighs.
Involuntarily,
Tina hunched back at it. The blast of hot water now against her ass and the sore,
stretched mouth of her pussy was like a huge tongue driving into both holes at once.
Tongues! Ohhh, she closed her eyes and thought of the dog, of Petya, of that
wonderful, licking tongue that drilled and scraped the sides of her cunt, scooping up
her gouts of hot cunt-juice.
The streaks on her ass and thighs still hurt. But even the burn marks made by the
Coleman lantern and cigarette seemed to hurt less now that her pussy was aroused once
more.
Tina gasped, her slick body moving on the smooth concrete floor. She didn't want to
turn toward the stream of hot water. It would drown her... and that, she was sure,
wouldn't be beyond Doug's and Bob's capabilities. She tried turning sideways, keeping
her back toward them. Her white ass reddened as the roaring water massaged life back
into her body.
Doug and Bob moved together, moving the hose around on the floor, directing the
water flow against every part of her body. The brunette teenager tried to keep her face
and tits away. But there was little chance of doing that. She had to lie on the floor, all
the muscles in her body working, turning this way and that to keep from drowning in
the water.
Tina looked at the men. Thick clouds of steam rolled from top to bottom, hiding part of
the men's faces. Their eyes had the same savage brightness as the dog's when he was
licking and fucking her into madness.
"OHHHHHH!"
The hose now blasted against the girl's tits. Her nipples drove into the firm flesh of her
boobs under that sudden force. She felt the mass of each round tit aching with sexual
arousal. Oh God, what were they doing to her? First the fires, then dogs, then this! The
outside heat of the water and the inner heat of her own sexual arousal were combining
to make Tina pant as much from excitement as from the battle with the hose.
"Stop it, oh, good God, I can't take it!" she screamed, putting up both hands in front of
her face.
But they wouldn't listen to her. The men dropped the hose to her cunt once more,
laughing as the rush of water on her clit made Tina's hips rise and fall. She cried out in
a mixture of pain, shame and lust, letting her knees fall open. She tried to stop the
growth of her cuntal heat by keeping her hands over her snatch. Still, some of the spray
got through her fingers and she rolled her hips shamelessly in front of the men.
Every time Tina put her hands over her cunt, the guard moved the stream to blast at
her ass or her nipples. The splashing waves of water bounced off her tits, filling her
nose and mouth. Tina twisted her head to the side, coughing and gasping for air.
"Trouble, babe?"
She couldn't hide the awful sexual heat from their eyes. She knew she was rutting in
front of them. But the girl was helpless. Tina couldn't stop the stream of water from
playing oh so deliciously on her cunt and tits. And she couldn't stop the wonderful
aching itch taking over her pussy. The sheer power of the water was exciting her.
"Ohhhhhhhhnooooo!"
The clouds of steam clouded her body from the laughing prison guards. Tina put her
fist to her mouth and gnawed at her whitened knuckles. No matter how much the
hosing aroused her, she didn't want to come so openly in front of them. It seemed too
much, too shameless in spite of what had happened with the Doberman.
"Mmmmmm!"
It couldn't be too long before the orgasm building in her snatch went off. Tina felt
unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing of her cuntal muscles.
She closed her eyes and lay there, completely exposed to the water. She hoped the men
would stop when she started to come. If they kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to
fight off anything they tried. When she wanted pictures, that was fine. But now that she
had what she wanted, the men became just a threat to her safety and life once again.
Tina twisted her hips, actually looking for the stream. It was starting to feel more and
more erotic. The mass of feelings concentrated in her crotch, accelerated, sharpening as
the water beat at her clit, softening but still rising as she writhed to get the flow onto
the mouth of her pussy.
Her flesh squeaked on the floor. Tina knew that all the sweat and cum had washed off
her now. She wanted to feel that wild sensation again, that pulsing release that would
tear through all her muscles. She gritted her teeth, trying to force out her come.
The sudden release of pressure on her cunt made Tina cry out. They were playing the
water over her tits, watching her as she bit her lip with frustration. The throb of
excitement in her cunt eased a bit, then shot higher as they blasted her snatch once
more. Bob and Doug were taking careful aim with the hose, their movements adding to
the wild rush of feeling all through the girl's body.
Again, the hose blasted a stream across her belly and onto her tits. Tina felt the water
toying with her nipples longer this time.
"Ummmm!"
The stream of water sent her rubbery nipples up toward her face. The full weight of her
boobs thrashed strangely under the hot flow.
"Stop it! Stop!" Tina muttered weakly. They were back down to her cunt again, this
time the blast pounding the flesh around her clit. The pressure felt like a big mouth
sucking and licking at the top of her cuntal mound. Tina groaned and closed her eyes,
thinking of the animal again, feeling his fur rush over her back and asscheeks.
Tina could have screamed with frustration. The guards played the hose between her
thighs. Only reflected drops hit her pussy now. The water bounced from the floor to
wash down the undersides of her thighs, then slashed back and forth across her ass.
Tina spread herself for the invading stream, feeling the thrill of the blast against the
ring of muscles protecting her shitter.
Now, the force of the water aroused every part of the girl's lust. She never felt such
extreme need build up in her crotch. Even the insides of her thighs ached for the release
from her sexual tension.
"Oh, ohhh!"
The girl could feel her climax only seconds away. She strained internally, lowering her
thighs. She needed to feel that rush of water on her clit.
"Man, she's tryin' to fuck water!" Doug said.
Yes, yes, it was true. She didn't care how hard they laughed, how much they joked
about her sexuality. All Tina thought about was the terrible, scalding sexual heat
searing her pussy. Her hips rolled and circled, seeking out that last tiny bit of hot water
that would send her plunging over the edge into orgasm.
It didn't come. Doug and Bob saw what was happening. At the last minute, they
directed the water toward the opposite wall. Suddenly, Tina was left empty, without
anything rushing against her body. The girl clenched her fingers and beat her fists on
the floor, rubbing her thighs together, trying desperately to get herself off. Ohhhh, what
a foul mood they had shoved her into. Now she didn't care what she looked like in
front of these leering men. She was struggling with her own powerful sexuality-jerking,
twitching, squeaking across the floor, kicking out her legs, clawing at the walls while
her cuntal walls refused to throb with orgasm.
Then suddenly, a jolting blast of cold water hit her pussy dead center. The guards had
switched the nozzles, changing the stream from hot to icy water. The young woman felt
her pussy clenching like a tight fist. The girl could almost hear the slapping of her
cuntal walls as they clamped down on air.
"OHHHHHHHH!" she wailed, rolling on the floor, her legs clamped tightly together
as the cold water turned her flesh light blue. They had done it again... stopped her
orgasm at the peak, purposely frustrating her, watching her pitch and roll like a ship
tossed in a hurricane. And when they aroused her the next time, her sexuality would
turn her into an animal, clawing whatever was stimulating her while she tried to get
herself off.
"I think she's had enough," Doug said, playing the icy water over her chest.
When it biased across her tits, the girl thought the sudden cold would strangle her. She
fought with all her strength to gasp in short breaths. Her chest spasmed, battling
against the chill of that hose. She could hear the guards laughing. But their derision
didn't matter. All the girl wanted was to have that powerful stream stop. "NO, NO,
NO!"
"You got your wish, honey," Doug said, reaching back and turning off the water. The
young brunette pitched forward, sprawled out on her belly, moaning low as she pushed
the wet strands of brown hair from her face. What a degrading horror they'd put her
through this evening. She pushed her palms down on the floor and drew her knees up,
trying to stand. Her muscles failed her and Tina collapsed with a groan to the floor.
Her head throbbed with tension still tightening her pussy. Silently, she glared at the
men, wondering what they had in store for her.


Chapter 11

Bob and Doug took the girl back into the main room. Jack was staning with one leg
propped up on the rack, Petya curled up around his other foot.
He was studying the photos, laughing quietly at some, growing serious and aroused at
others.
When he heard them stumbling back in, the big prison guard glanced up and smiled.
"Enjoy your bath?"
Tina glared at him, wishing she had the energy to scratch his face off. Ohhh, how she
hated them for what they did to her. How she hated them also for frustrating her, for
heating up her pussy then purposely letting her down.
"You are a slut. I peeked in and saw you trying to fuck the water. We're gonna use you
a lot around here. You're the answer to a lot of our prayers," Jack said, casting a glance
once more at the photos, then jamming them into his jacket pocket.
"Take her back?" Doug asked.
Yes, yes, Tina thought, feeling some of her strength coming back to her. She couldn't
go through another fucking session. And yet, could she? Her pussy was so frustrated,
and it ached so much with unrelieved tension. If only she could come. Then everything
would be all right. She could think clearly, could see Ms. Wilson at the earliest
opportunity, and could end this horror.
"Not... yet," Jack said, reaching over and pushing his fingers under her chin. "Let's all
have a crack at this little one."
They were all on her at once, hands touching her, teasing her cunt, pinching her clit,
jamming into her asshole, milking her tits. Tina screamed, beating at the men, biting
their hands, kicking at them. It was a terrible free-for-all, a sexual Donnybrook as they
wrestled her to the floor and started in on her.
"Don't... you're all crazy," she screamed. But the girl felt her pussy winking shut with
hot, feverish sexual excitement.
"I'm gettin' the cunt," Jack said, reaching down and unbuckling his trousers. Tina
immediately felt the hot, slick rush of his dick against her thighs. He was moving his
body back and forth, fucking his dick against her belly and pussy while Bob rolled
behind her, jerked down his trousers and humped his cock against her ass. Tina cried
out, her mouth stuffed shut with dick-meat. Doug grabbed her head and shoved his
prick deep down her throat. Cock... inches and inches of hot, throbbing cock-meat
surrounded her. The girl's dream of being drowned in cum could certainly become a
reality. The men were grunting like pigs, humping her, calling her all sorts of names
while they pawed and fucked her.
Tina concentrated for the moment on Jack as Bob slid his hands around her boyish hips
and worked his prick into her tight, wet ass-crack. The girl loved that strong virility
against her. The dick in her mouth made it impossible to move as she wanted to. But
her movements were enough to increase the tight, hot, erotic feel in her snatch. She felt
hands on her cunt, fingers squeezing her labes together, rubbing the inner folds against
her clit. The girl wished she could scream.. But Doug was pumping his dick regularly
into her mouth, crushing his balls over her nose, panting like an exhausted stallion. The
girl had to fight for every breath.
"Man, good fuckin', good tits," Jack groaned, pawing her boobs.
"Yeah, nice tight little ass. Gonna feel right nice against my cock," Bob said, panting,
bending forward and biting her neck while shoving his knees against the backs of her
legs.
Tina almost giggled, the brush of the guard's cock-hairs tickling her ass while his dick
head wormed its way up toward her bung-hole.
"Yeah, feels real good. Fuck, she's hot enough to boil my dick!"
"Christ, she's suckin' like a vacuum cleaner," Doug cried as he squeezed his knees
tightly against the teenager's head. His dick trenched out her mouth, making her gag
and cough several times as she struggled for breath.
This was the final act of depravity... taking on several men at the same time. It almost
was as low as fucking with the dog. And yet, all that mattered for the girl was the dick
head rubbing life into her pussy. Tina felt heavy juices flowing from her cunt, flooding
the wide head of his dick, wetting down the head guard's balls. Her pussy was hot
enough to wink wide, then shut on nothing. This time, she was sure of it, there would
be dick in her... there would be a mind-blasting come that would rock all three of them
to the bones.
"Ohhhh, man, gonna fuck the shit outta her. Man, we ain't gonna bother you for
weeks," Jack moaned, reaching up and pinching the girl's nipples. The three men were
groaning and panting almost in unison. Tina thought her heart was beating in time to
their mutual cock-thrusting. She shifted her thighs from side to side, the movements
coaxing more and more juice from her twat. "UMMMMMMM!"
Jack rolled his hips, his prick shoving against the top of her cuntal mound. At the same
time, Bob hunched forward, reaching down with one hand and wrapping his fingers
around his thick shaft, guiding it up into her shitter. Tina cried out, nearly spitting out
Bob's cock as the sudden pressure and pain startled her. Then she forced herself to
relax, curling her back and shoving toward Bob with her ass, trying to help his dickhead 
work into her asshole.
"Fuck, now, baby!"
Jack let the knob of his cock press right over her clit. Tina sighed, feeling the electric
charge of her sexuality ripple through her cunt. She rocked her asscheeks from side to
side, bending backward, opening her ass to the young guard who by this time had wet
down her sphincter with pre-cum and was guiding his dick successfully into her bowels.
"Shit!" Bob groaned, throwing his head back while throwing his meat into her ass. The
young prison guard held on to her butt tightly, digging in his fingernails while working
his prong deeper and deeper into Tina's young tight shitter.
At the same time, Tina rocked her hips in an opposite direction, increasing the friction
of the guard's dick against her asshole walls while inciting more pleasure from her
pussy. She felt the greasy cleft of her cunt-flesh slide over Jack's cock-head. The girl
squirmed, trying to slide all the way onto his thick hunk of prick-meat. But her body
wouldn't move in that direction. Bob was holding her too tightly around the ass while
Doug's knees still clamped around her head.
A low moan seeped out from around the guard's dick. She twisted her head slightly to
the side, letting some of the spittle and cum slide down her throat. She managed to
suck in enough air to keep conscious as the big man hammered his cock against her
tonsils. Ohhh, God, how like a fantasy this was. She was surrounded with men, their
dicks good and hard, their balls squishing up against her willing body while every
square inch of her flesh was stimulated by hands, fingers, legs, dicks. It was every
woman's secret fantasy and Tina was living it!
"Yeah, get down on that! Fuckin' best head I had in a long time," Doug gasped, closing
his eyes and fighting down the desire to shoot off. Tina reached up with one hand and
ran her fingers along the rigid bottom of his dick, feeling her saliva and his pre-cum
squish over her palm. When she touched his balls, tickling the hair, Doug gasped out
loud, telling her if she fucked around any more he'd be blasting the back of her head off
with his jizz.
"Man, fuck it out, chick! Fuck it out on my dick," Jack murmured through his clenched
teeth.
Tina did as she was told, curling forward, sliding down onto his cock, impaling her
cunt on that rod while she flicked her tongue rapidly over Doug's bulbous cock-head.
Her cheeks puffed out while streaks of drool ran down her chin and neck.
"Can't hold back much more," Bob panted from behind, biting her neck, rubbing his
hands over her hips until he came in contact with Jack's thighs. He could feel his
buddy's hammering body through the girl's muscles. He hammered back, making Tina
grunt as she was being squashed like a tomato between those two men.
"Get ready, bitch!" Doug growled, biting his lower lip, snapping his head back, holding
the sides of her skull while leaning forward, circling his hips, reaming out her mouth
and slamming his rod hard against the back of her throat. Tina's cheeks puffed out
from the mouth-fucking blows. Her face turned red while she breathed with highpitched 
whistling sounds through her nose. Oh, God, she could taste that sour, bleachy
flavor that signalled the big prison guard was coming! Tina did all she could to receive
that hot, heavy load, trying to keep her throat open in that awkward position while the
two men still fucked her in the ass and cunt.
"MANNNNNNN!"
Doug was choking her with his cum. It was like drowning. The poor tortured young
brunette struggled for air, trying to jerk her head away, trying to spit out the gouts of
spunk that spattered against the back of her throat. It was no use. Doug held on to
Jack, cementing his dick-root hard against her lips while crying out like a crazed
animal.
Reluctantly, the teenager swallowed the cum, shuddering with excitement and revulsion
as more and more of the sticky white stuff shot out of his piss-slit. When he was
through, the guard sighed with relief, edging back, sliding his cock out of her mouth,
then wiping the spit-slicked head against her lips.
"Yeah, good head," he murmured, squatting back down on his ass and watching his
buddies finish up their act.
"OHHHHHHH!"
It was the first time Tina could say anything. She spat out the mixture of saliva and
cum on the floor, nearly gagging as she gasped for air.
"Gonna make it... can't..." Bob's body stiffened, hammering against Tina's spine and
buttocks. At the same time, she felt Jack's prong swell up and jerk uncontrollably. From
the raspy, uneven breathing of both men, the teenager knew they were close to
shooting off.
Then Tina exploded, her whole belly seeming to bulge with cock, swell up with
excitement. She grunted, ramming her pussy down onto the rock-hard bar of dick. It
was then she exploded, her mind blasting into millions of pieces. She heard the men cry
out as if in a distance. She didn't care where they were. She was free – free of the
terrible tension those men had been toying with for ohhhh so long! With a shriek, she
kicked and bit and clawed at the big man in front of her. The massive thrusts of his
cum-spurting dick seemed to last forever. Tina felt her cunt-walls grip down on his cock
at least twice for every wad shooting from his knob.
Ohhhh, it was as if she were all cunt. For a while, the girl thought she was going to
faint from the pressure tearing through her pussy. Then finally the delicious spasms
ended.
"Good fuck, baby," Jack said, rolling on his ass and flicking the last of his cum to the
floor. Bob did the same while Doug dressed. The three guards hitched their trousers
quickly, glanced at their watches, and decided it was time to escort Tina back to her
cell.
"See you real soon," Jack said as the two younger guards took her by the arm and
nearly dragged her back to her tiny room. Only after she was sure they'd gone did the
girl ring for a female guard.
"Whatsa matter honey, the guys not good 'nough for you?" a raspy voice bellowed.
"I'm not feeling so good. Please, could I go to the infirmary," Tina said in a weak voice.
"Yeah, sure," the woman said.
Tina smiled. Once she was out of her ceil and in the hospital ward, she'd get hold of
Ms. Wilson. They'd stop Jack and his terrible gang of women hunters.
"Come on. And you'd better not think this'll happen every night."
The door opened and Tina saw one of the fat, matronly guards who was on Jack's
payroll. Yes, she too would feel the girl's revenge when all this was brought to light.
"Maybe you should call Ms. Wilson. I might want to talk to my folks and I need..."
"Yeah, yeah, hurry up."
Tina walked quietly, trying to hide the smile crossing her lips as she moved toward the
hospital ward. Yes, yes, Jack and his buddies were probably laughing now, talking about
the way they'd fucked her, watched as she was fucked by the dog. But soon their jokes
would be finished! How strange, Tina thought as she entered the hospital section and
breathed with relief, that the roles had been reversed. The guards were the criminals
while the so-called outlaws were the victims. Perhaps this would change society's view
of prisons. Perhaps not. But it certainly made a difference for Tina... one she'd
remember for a long, long time.


THE END
