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Collected by Djian
The New Fish
By Drake
'This isn't real. It can't be happening ... not to me!' The
thoughts kept repeating themselves, running through Mary Beth Finnegan's
mind.
After all, she was a good girl. She'd come from a good, suburban,
middle-class home. In all of her twenty-two years of life, she'd never been
in any kind of trouble at all. She'd graduated from high school on the
honor roll. She'd attended two years of college, quitting only after she'd
met Kevin and had concentrated herself solely on him. Oh, it was true he'd
never proposed ... at least, not officially. But she'd assumed ... all of
her friends had assumed ...
Yet here she was ... her wrists handcuffed behind her back ...
wearing a simple, shapeless, gray, button-down-the-front prisoner's dress
... sitting in the back of the old, black painted, crackerbox style van
being driven to Blakemore Penal Institution for Women ... sentenced to five
to ten years of incarceration! The driver was a cop, and he was accompanied
by a woman from the prison whose apparent function was to operate as her
chaperone. Mary Beth could hear them clearly, and she had to wonder just
how effective a chaperone the woman would make. Her idea of passing the
time seemed to be trading dirty jokes with her male companion and laughing
at them uproariously.
She'd been in love. Deeply, painfully in love. She'd been so
certain that she'd even been tempted to give him her prized most possession
... her virginity.
That had been a gift she'd preserved through high school, though
she'd been popular enough there to never lack for dates. Her midnight
black, softly waving, shoulder length hair ... her beautiful face ... her
sparkling green eyes ... her bounteous figure ... had attracted all of the
boys. She'd even gone steady with three of them ... two jocks and one of
the school's cuter 'brains.' She'd parked with the usual number of boys ...
even let some of them paw her breasts ... grope her ass. But she'd allowed
nothing beyond that. Her moral standards had cost her all three of her
boyfriends. Each of them had finally broken up with her and taken up with
girls who were only too happy to drop their panties and spread their shapely
young legs for their teenage lotharios.
Then, in college, she'd met Kevin, a law student. He's been so
wonderful to her. He hadn't even been that insistent about sex.
Admittedly, she'd been tempted nonetheless. He was handsome and just
looking at him made her dream of feeling him deep inside her. She'd even
gone so far as to give him relief with her hand. It had been so ... so
right. Nothing else in her past had so excited her as those evenings had.
Something about remembering it all still had the capability to make her
virgin pussy juice ... the memory of stroking his proud, stiff organ until
it erupted into the handkerchief she'd held in her other hand. It was one
of the secrets she'd never told anyone ... that those moments ... the times
with Kevin's warm, hard, throbbing cock nestled in the palm of her hand ...
his head back and his mouth open ... whipping her fingers up and down his
long hardness ... watching it erupt into the cloth she held and feeling the
warm stickiness of his gooey effusion dribbling down over her active fingers
... that those moments had excited her more than any of the times she'd let
her own body be fondled and explored.
It was still hard for her to believe that it had ended ... that one
night after she'd jacked him off, he'd calmly replaced his penis in his
pants, zipped them up, and informed her that he'd been seeing another girl
on the side. She was the daughter of of a local political big-wig, and
Kevin had made her pregnant. He'd calmly informed her that the girl's
father could do him a lot of good in his planned political future, and that
he was going to marry her. Mary Beth had sat in silent shock as Kevin had
driven her home. As she was getting out of the car, he'd put his hand on
her leg and had smiled as he informed her that the whole thing was no reason
the two of them couldn't continue seeing each other occasionally. She
hadn't answered. Instead, she'd gotten out, slammed the car door, and swore
to forget the cheating bastard.
Then ... then had come the night. It had all happened the evening
of Ruth's bridal shower. Ruth, her best friend, had been so happy. It was
a happiness that Mary Beth was certain she'd never feel again. And, in her
own misery, she'd drank far too much. She knew now that she hadn't been in
condition to drive herself home, but she'd done it anyway.
She couldn't even remember what had happened next. The darkness of
the night ... the sudden brightness of the approaching headlights ... the
screeching sound, either her car or the pick-up truck that was coming at her
... waking up lying against the steering wheel of her compact vehicle ...
There had been no collision, but both vehicles had left the road. Two of
the three old men in the truck had died, and Mary Beth's blood alcohol had
registered 0.15. The surviving passenger from the truck had said she'd been
driving on their side of the road. The jury had believed him and she'd been
convicted of vehicular homicide.
'Five to ten years!' Somehow the concept almost failed to register
in her brain. At the age of twenty-two, even twenty-seven seemed almost
elderly!
Mary Beth was so far into simple incomprehension of her predicament
that she didn't even notice the way the vehicle slowed down and the road
they were following got bumpier. In fact, it wasn't until they pulled to a
stop, slightly tilted to the right, that she sensed that something was
wrong. The drive to Blakemore should have taken at least another hour.
She blinked as the back door of the van was yanked open, flooding
her compartment with light. Behind the cop who stood in the opening, she
could see trees and a dirt road ... more of a path, really ... curving away
to the right.
"Wha...? Where are we?"
"Get out," he commanded simply.
"Why? We aren't ... Where are we?"
The policeman sighed deeply, moved up into the van, and wrapped his
hand in her hair. Wordlessly he pulled, yanking her from the bench to
bounce her ass on the floor of the van. Mary Beth screamed out from the
pain in her scalp. But before she had a chance to form a coherent sentence,
she was pulled to the open door and, trying unsuccessfully to get her feet
under her, was dumped unceremoniously on her side on the ground. With her
hands still bound, the impact of the ground drove the breath from her body.
It also resulted in her uniform skirt being drawn up almost to her waist.
"Nice legs," was the only comment from the uniformed woman who'd
joined her companion at the back of the van. Mary Beth looked up at the
woman to see her grinning down at her evilly. "Oh yeah. This one is gonna
be real popular at Blakemore."
"What ... what do you want from me?"
The woman simply shook her head, while the cop laughed aloud. The
prone girl looked up at them. For some irrational reason, she thought how
indecorous it was that from her position on the ground the prison guard was
standing so close to her that she could actually see partway of up her
skirt. That thought disappeared when the woman draw back one foot. Mary
Beth knew what was coming, but with her wrists bound behind her, she was
unable to avoid it ... unable to do anything! The booted foot swung forward
sharply, burying itself in her unprotected belly!
"Unghhhh!!" She doubled up in pain, her eyes bugging out. The kick
drove the air from her lungs, but replacing it by inhaling was too painful!
She simply lay there in the dust and gasped ineffectually.
The woman came down beside her on one knee, took her chin in her
hand and turned her face to her own. "I'll explain this to you one time,
cunt. You don't ask questions. The only thing you need to say ... now and
for the next several years ... is 'Yes, Sir,' and 'Yes, Ma'am.'" Her hand
reached down and squeezed Mary Beth's upper thigh. "You killed two men.
You're going to prison for that. Nobody ... and I mean nobody! ... gives a
rat's ass what happens to you in there . When a guard drops her panties and
says, 'Eat my cunt, bitch,' you'll say 'Yes, Ma'am.' When a guard unzips
his pants, whips out his meat and says, 'Suck my cock, slut,' you'll say,
'Yes, Sir.' Now ... do you understand me?"
Mary Beth didn't answer. Partly, the whole idea was too much ...
the new reality too far removed from her life experience ... to grasp. But
more, she was frozen by what she was seeing. The cop who still stood over
her had kicked off his shoes and was now dropping his pants. At the same
time, he shoved off his shorts. Dangling over her pained body, she was
looking up at a fat, hairy pair of dangling testicles, overlain by a
half-erect organ that was already longer, thicker, and distinctly uglier
looking, than Kevin's, the only male prick she'd seen to date.
"I think she needs a practical demonstration," he said as he swung
one foot to the other side of her body, then knelt down to sit on her waist.
He began opening the buttons down the front of her cheap uniform,
carelessly enough that two of them popped off and fell to the ground beside
her. Drawing it open, he yanked the straps of her bra down, exposing her
full breasts. Then he licked his lips and and sat back down on his heels.
"Nice set of knockers, ain't they, honey?" the woman cackled. "Bet
the male guards ... and some of the bitches ... will have a lot of fun with
those boobs!"
The cop grunted a positive response as he sank his fingers into the
pair of mammaries. Mary Beth bit her lips in response to the pain he was
causing as the pliant flesh bulged out between his mauling digits, but she
was even more conscious of the feel of his naked genitals laying on her bare
belly. The bag of testicles rubbed back and forth across her skin, and she
felt the prick itself twitching against her as it seemed to grow even longer
and harder.
"Enough there for a nice tittie fuck," he said as he slid forward
slightly. He grinned down at her as his hands gathered her globes and he
laid his rod of stiff flesh into the valley between them. "You like this,
baby?" he asked as he crushed the mounds of flesh closed over the top of his
prick.
Tears formed in Mary Beth's eyes. Never in her life had she even
considered being in this position ... so helpless ... so used ... so abused!
Looking down, she could see the head of the man's cock emerge from her
cleavage each time he thrust his hips forward. The was something horrific
... something both threatening and fascinating ... about the sight of the
small slit at the top opening ... almost like it was laughing at her ...
each time it emerged from between her breasts. His fingers hurt her ... the
way his penis scraped across her sensitive tittie flesh hurt ... the feeling
of his balls dragging across her stomach degraded her horribly ... and her
two tormentors not only didn't care, they both seemed to revel in her pain
and debasement.
She was so wrapped up in what he was doing to her that her eyes
opened wide in surprise when he released her boobs and one hand grabbed her
hair. The other cradled the back of her head and he pulled her face up. He
scrunched forward a little further, bringing his erect organ right in front
of her mouth.
"Open that sweet, wet mouth and suck on it, bitch," he commanded
softly. His cock was right under her nose, and the scent of sweaty maleness
assailed her nostrils. Although she found to her surprise that the scent
itself was not as repugnant as she would have expected, she looked up at his
face, unable to believe that he could demand something so degrading. Afraid
to refuse him, but unwilling to do something she considered so disgusting,
she froze. The man wasn't patient. With no change in his expression, he
drew the hand that had cradled the back of her head back and backhanded her
across the face ... hard! Mary Beth felt as if every tooth in her mouth had
been dislodged.
"I said suck it!" This time he waited neither for her refusal, nor
for her assent. He drew his hand back again. The frightened girl didn't
hesitate. She opened her mouth wide and took the meaty head of his cock
between her lips. The cop chortled happily, drawing her head up higher as
he plunged his rod in her mouth to the fullest.
"You like it, cunt?" he asked rhetorically. "You like the taste of
a real man's cock?" He was thoroughly enjoying this. It wasn't just the
warmth and wetness of her mouth struggling to contain his stiff meat. More
than that, it was the look on her face ... the look of fear ... the
expression of helplessness ... the knowledge that he could do anything he
wanted to her. He watched her lips stretch themselves tight to encompass
his width. This was what he enjoyed most about being a cop. He'd lost
track of the number of women who'd been forced to kneel in front of him ...
whose mouths he had used just like this over the years.
He saw Beth's eyes open wider in confusion. She'd felt hands ruck
her skirt the rest of the way up to her waist and yank her panties down, and
she knew his hands were busy holding her head. Somehow, the girl obviously
found having her crotch explored by another woman's fingers even more
disturbing than having her mouth used so crudely for a stranger's
entertainment.
"SunuvaBITCH!" he heard his partner exclaim. "The little cunt is a
VIRGIN!"
The cop looked back over his shoulder. His partner was on her
knees, grinning up at him, the tips of two fingers still inserted in their
victim's vagina.
"You're shitting me!"
"Nope. A real virgo intacto. The little slut still has her
cherry!"
He grinned as well, then turned back to look down at the face still
being plundered by his rampant organ. "Well now," he purred as he yanked
her face up against him so hard her nose was crushed against his belly
causing Mary Beth to gag slightly. "I was gonna give you a nice, hot drink.
But maybe I should get rid of that little obstruction before those nasty
ol' guards at Blakemore get a shot at it." He ground her face against him,
enjoying the vibrations that her gagging created against his cock.
Suddenly, he slammed her head back from his dick, her skull striking
the hard ground. Laughing, he moved down her body. Mary Beth felt the cool
trail of her own spittle on his dick trailing down across her belly.
"Spread your legs, bitch!"
"No," she sobbed, shaking her head. "Please. Don't. Don't do this
to me. Please!"
The cop looked up to his female companion who now stood over the
girl. He winked. The woman raised one foot and brought the heel of her
heavy shoe down on one of Mary Beth's breasts. Grinning sadistically, she
put nearly all of her weight on the foot and twisted her ankle, grinding the
girl's tender young nipple down into her ribcage as if she were grinding a
cigarette into the soil.
"Aighhhh!!!" The young woman screamed in pain. It wasn't simply
her breast. The agony seemed to radiate straight from the crushed mammary
down through her belly to her clitoris. Her legs flailed wildly as she
tried desperately to roll her body from beneath the twisting heel. "Stop!
Oh God, please stop. I'll do it! I'll do it!" She wasn't even aware of
just what she was promising. Anything as long as the pain stopped.
The cop slid lower on her writhing body, taking advantage of her
agony to get between her shapely legs. He felt the mat of her pubic hair
softly caressing the head of his cock. His partner hadn't let up. She
grinned down at Mary Beth as she continued twisting the poor, pained nipple
under her heel. "I told you, cunt," she nearly yelled. "Your body isn't
yours any more! It's ours! Mine. Mine and every guy ... and every broad
with a guard's uniform ... with a cop's uniform ... and every swinging dick
we point you at! Do ... you ... understand ... that?" Each word of her
closing question was punctuated by an extra hard push against the girl's
bulging tit.
"Yes! Please! I understand," she shrieked, totally unaware that
the head of the cop's dick had intruded into her vaginal canal, resting
against the thin flap of tissue that comprised her maidenhead. Unaware that
is until, with a harsh laugh, the woman finally removed her foot from her
breast.
"The bitch's cunt is wet," the guy laughed. "Maybe you should stomp
on her other tittie ... really heat her up."
Mary Beth stared up at him. Silently, her mouth formed the word,
no. Even she didn't know just what it meant ... whether she was trying to
forestall the inevitable loss of her prized virginity ... whether she was
pleading that the woman not follow his lewd suggestion ... whether she was
trying to deny her own unconscious reaction to the brutality they were
inflicting on her ...
If it were the first, the plea went ignored. His hands slid down,
grasped her bare buttocks, and he grunted as he drove himself down He felt
his rigid cock rip through the fragile flap of tissue, symbolically making
her a 'woman,' and heard her muted, high-pitched squeal. 'Like a stuck
pig,' he thought happily. His fingers dug into her ass-flesh and he paused
a moment, relishing the way the tightness of her pussy gripped his penis.
Then he raised his hips, drawing more than half of his organ from her grip
and plunged down again.
"Is she tight?" he heard his partner ask. "Is her cunt nice and
tight?"
"Shit yeah!" In truth, her vagina was gripping his dick almost
painfully. He felt as if the sheath were welded to the surface of his
organ, being part-way dragged in and out of her body by his movements. It
reminded him of the last cherry he'd broken just a few months ago. He'd
been on the night shift and had transported a drunk who'd gotten himself
slashed by a knife in a bar fight to General Hospital. One of the married
nurses that he fucked from time to time had been on duty, and one of her
patients was the fifteen year old, spoiled daughter of one of the city's
councilwomen. The teenager had been giving the whole staff a rough time.
His girlfriend had drugged her up just to shut the little bitch's mouth for
a few hours. She'd taken him into the little cunt's private room, pulled
the girl's sheet down, and raised her hospital gown to her neck. The pussy
he was plowing now was just as taut, just as pleasureable, as that one had
been. And while the teenager had been only semi-conscious, this little slut
was fully awake ... fully able to appreciate the rape that he was inflicting
on her! He slid his hands down the backs of her thighs, gripping her behind
her knees and shoving them up almost to her shoulders, raising her hips from
the ground and allowing him to drive the full length of her vagina and feel
the head of his dick bruising her tender cervix.
Tears flooded Mary Beth's eyes. For years she'd both dreamt of and
dreaded this moment. She'd longed to give herself to a man ... to give her
body to a man she loved and trusted ... but at the same time she'd been
fearful of it. Never had she imagined it happening like this ... her hands
bound beneath her being driven painfully into the rocky ground by their
combined weight ... her legs crudely forced up alongside her helpless body
... a stranger whose name she didn't even know selfishly using her vagina
like it was the hole between the legs of some kind of cheap, back-alley
crack whore!
She felt as if her whole lower body was being ripped apart ... as if
someone was ramming a telephone pole into her soft, feminine belly. From
knees to waist, she was one ball of hot pain, and each time her drew back
and crammed himself fully into her, the pain and the degradation grew. But
worst of all was the psychological feeling ... the feeling that the Mary
Beth she'd always been was no more ... that she was that cheap, back alley
crack whore ... that the pain, the rape itself, was what she deserved ...
that using her so brutally was somehow his right!
'No!' she screamed internally. 'I can't! I can't react to this!'
The sight of the man's face hovering mere inches above her own ... grinning
down at her ... almost as if her were saying, 'You're mine, tramp! Every
part of you is mine! Your tits ... your cunt ... your ass ...' seemed to
her to suddenly become her own image of herself. She tried looking away,
looking up to the woman who still hovered over her watching her ravishment,
and received an ever bigger shock. The guard had raised the hem of her
uniform skirt to her waist and her other hand was crammed down the front of
her panties! She clearly saw the movement of the white material as the
woman's fingers dug at her own pussy. She was openly masturbating herself
as she watched her being brutally raped!
"Give it to her good, baby," she moaned. "Good and hard! Make the
little slut scream!"
The man was doing his best. He was sawing the full length of his
erection in and out of her vulnerable belly, slamming the head of it into
her tormented cervix with each brutal thrust. "You like it, baby?" he
gloated. "This is what it's like having a real man using your sweet, little
pussy. You'll get a lot of this at Blakemore. Just wait til those guards
get a good look at you. They'll be using this cunt of yours like it's a
fucking punchboard. And those dykes ... they'll have your tongue up their
twats so much that it's probably be hanging out of your mouth permanently!"
Mary Beth felt his sweat drop from his face onto her own. She felt
his cock rooting in her pussy ... felt it slamming in and out of her belly
... felt it grinding in circles in her groin ... But what really hurt was
feeling her own reaction. It was as if her pussy was catching the pleasure
that the cock that was using it felt. The knowledge of that hurt. It hurt
her even more than the physical pain. She knew her cunt was beginning to
flow with her own juices, and she knew that her rapist could sense it as
well as she could!
"She's starting to get into it," he grinned up at his companion.
The woman's laugh was as painful to her as the dick that was cruelly
plundering her crotch.
"Too fucking bad," the woman grumbled, her fingers still stroking
herself. ."The dumb little slut may actually enjoy her stay with us, and
they're a hell of a lot more fun when they don't."
The prone young woman was still struggling to deny to herself that
she was beginning to get into this brutal fuck, but she found her hips
beginning to move with it. The pain was still there, but it had become
almost comforting. Her breaths were shallower and shorter. When the cop
threw his head back ... when he stopped his thrusts for a second ... when
she sensed that his completion was coming ... she had to bite her lower lips
to avoid pleading with him to wait ... to give her just a few more minutes
to catch up with him.
Pleas would have done her no good anyway. His fingers dug even more
deeply into the soft cheeks of her ass and he jammed himself down into her
belly even more strongly than before. She felt his dick jerk, then felt it
flooding her tormented vagina with his sticky, male product.
"Ohhhh ... SHIT!" he howled as his hips ground in circles, brushing
across her now-distended clitoris.
Mary Beth lay there, her eyes closed. The combined weight of their
two bodies pressed down on her upper arms, still bound in her back, wrenched
her shoulders, only adding to her torment. She tried to transport herself
mentally to some other place ... any place other than here, naked and on her
back, her female channel being used as a nameless receptacle for a
stranger's sperm. But it didn't work. As his product emptied itself into
her once-private cove, she knew that that was precisely what she'd become.
Finally, he was done. His sweaty body collapsed on her own, his
chest mashing her breasts against her chest, his mouth on her bare shoulder.
She felt his satiated organ twitch happily the last few times in her
stretched vagina. She kept her eyes closed until he moved, placing his
hands on her bare breasts and pushing himself up to his knees. She looked
down the length of her body, seeing his cock, now only slightly shrunken.
It glistened with his juices and traces of blood from her ruptured hymen.
She couldn't help staring at one prominent blood vessel, a deep shade of
blue as it arced across the top of his proud organ. He grinned down at her
possessively, as he would at a prized animal he had just purchased.
"Are you ready for her?" he asked. Mary Beth was confused by the
question, until she heard the woman's answer.
"More than ready, buddy. I'm hotter than hell. Get her fat ass
over here."
The captive girl blinked her eyes, then noticed that the female
guard was no longer standing over them. Looking around, she saw the woman
now had her ass planted on the floor of the back of the still-open van with
her feet spread and planted on the ground. Her skirt was still pulled up to
her waist, but her panties now lay at her feet. Her reddish-brown pubic
bush the thickest one that Mary Beth had ever seen, and it shone in the
sunlight with the juices her own eager fingers had elicited.
The knowledge of what this evil woman wanted hit her like a hard
blow to the belly. To be raped by a man ... every woman dreaded it, but
every woman knew it was something that might happen to her someday. But
this ...
Her mind went back to high school ... to the rumors about Miss
Carstairs, the girl's basketball team coach, and her rather 'close'
relationships with two or three of her players. Mary Beth, by that time
well aware of the purposes of the male anatomy but totally mystified by the
mechanics of lesbianism, had finally asked one of her friends just what the
two females "... could do." The girl had smiled prettily, placed two
fingers between her legs, extended her tongue, and mimicked lapping motions.
Mary Beth had never been so shocked in her life! And now ... 'No!' she
thought. 'Not that! I can't!'
But neither of her captors seemed in the least interested in her
preferences. The cop simply grabbed a handful of her hair again and used it
this time to raise her upper body, the intense pain in her scalp forcing her
to her knees.
"Yeah. Like that," the woman chortled. "Make her crawl to me on
her fucking knees."
Their prisoner was considering refusing, but she never had a chance.
The hand in her hair pulled down so hard, her head was forced back and she
found her face looking straight up into the man's. She saw his belt doubled
in his other hand and actually had just a moment to wonder when he had drawn
it from his discarded slacks. Then he brought it down across her
thrust-forward nipples. Hard! The leather's impact on her sensitive
nubbins was the worst she'd yet experienced. She literally screamed at the
top of her lungs.
"That's just a taste, darlin'," he told her. "Just in case you were
thinking of being difficult."
She looked down fearfully, certain that the belt had slashed her
tits wide open. Instead, she saw a bright red stripe crossing her boobs.
When he released her hair, any thoughts of revolting had been driven from
her mind. She knew she'd do anything ... anything to prevent this sadistic
monster from doing that again. Clumsily, she moved forward on her knees,
feeling the pebbles in the dirt path cutting into them, swaying from side to
side, her eyes now glued to the heavy, white insides of the woman's thighs
... to the way the fingers of one hand parted the thick, ruddy curls of her
bush ... to the outsized, red bud of her clitoris jutting out from the
hairs, swollen with blood and looking like an immature penis.
Mary Beth struggled forward on her knees, not even feeling the small
stones scraping across them, tearing at them. When she reached the point
between the lewdly spread legs, she looked up at the woman's face. What she
saw there answered any question she might have had. When the guard's free
hand cupped the back of her head, she didn't even wait. She leaned forward,
planted her face in the wet pubic bush, and extended her tongue.
"Oh ... yeah!" the woman moaned as Mary Beth began lapping at her
clit. "That's it, you little sweetheart. Eat that cunt!"
She could feel the trooper standing next to her. And the feel of
his leather belt dangling softly against her ass gave her all the
encouragement she needed. There was no way she was going to give him any
excuse to use it on her already sore tail! She dug her tongue between the
woman's slick labial lips as if they contained the honey that would save her
life. Any sense of shame at what she was doing had long since disappeared,
and when the opened crotch began moving up and down across her face smearing
it with her warm juices, she re-doubled her efforts.
"Shit, but she's good for a beginner! I think I'm gonna call in a
few favors ... have this whore assigned to my cell block. I'm gonna have
this bitch using that tongue on me every fucking day!"
Mary Beth opened her eyes and looked up across the cruel guard's
naked, writhing belly to her face. She was surprised to see the woman's
hand cupping and gently stroking her companion's balls. His now limp cock
rested on the inside of her wrist. Compared to what had already happened to
her, this was nothing, but it was such an intimate gesture that it struck
her as supremely ... sexual. And when his thick, flaccid worm began to
twitch, she pulled him forward slightly, bent a bit at the waist, and
plopped the slimy, glistening slab in her mouth. Something about actually
seeing that ... the first time in her young life she'd actually seen two
people engaged in a perverse sexual act ... stirred the young girl's loins.
While her own mouth continued to labor at bringing pleasure to woman, she
watching the man's organ begin growing ... strengthening ... under the
woman's ministrations.
"Damn," the guard finally moaned, letting the cop's now almost
completely erect rod slip from her mouth. "This little cunt-eating bitch is
gonna get me off!" Her hand slid easily up and down the man's cock while
her legs swung up over Mary Beth's shoulders and her thighs clamped down
against the sides of her head so hard the girl thought her skull might
crack. "Oh, shit! Oh ... shit! Ohhhhhh .... SHIT!"
Her hands grasped the back of Mary Beth's head, her hips levered up
clear of the floor of the van, and she screamed out her coming completion.
Fluid flooded the girl's face and she struggled to swallow to keep from
drowning.
But if she thought her trials were over, she was sadly mistaken.
The guard's ass settled back down to the floor of the van, but the pressure
of her thighs and her hands only seemed to increase. "There's more where
that came from, slut," she virtually shouted. Her hips continued to rock as
if she were trying to wipe her crotch off on the girl's trapped face.
"Bring me off again or I'll rip those fat titties of yours right off your
chest!"
Mary Beth was concentrating so hard on her efforts to satisfy the
brutal woman ... trying to keep her tongue lapping at the sensitive,
writhing genitalia ... that she was unaware the cop had left her side until
she felt him kneeling behind her. She felt his cock brush across the back
of her thigh and realized that her pussy was actually leaking ... almost as
if it yearned for the invasion she anticipated. Even his fingers digging
deeply into the flesh of her buttocks excited her. But when his thumbs
inserted themselves into the crack of her ass ... when they jammed
themselves into her anus and crudely dragged the muscular ring open ... only
then did she realize just what he planned.
She tried to object, but her mouth was smothered in the other
woman's pussy. She tried to wriggle away, but she was helplessly trapped by
the woman's strong thighs. Even the fingers of her bound hands wriggled
insanely, as if they could somehow stave off what was coming. The cop saw
that, and he grinned. He didn't need any flap of tissue to tell him that
this hole was just as virgin as the one he'd just ripped his way through.
And he enjoyed watching this little bitch's fingers unconsciously striving
to avoid his use of that hole and the the sight of his companion's white
thigh flesh bulging up around the young girl's trapped face. He waited a
moment, taking visual pleasure in the sight of the unparalleled ass that
writhed beneath his boner ... the round, soft, white cheeks ... the deep
chasm that separated them like the halves of a ripe peach ... the darker,
wrinkled flesh that surrounded the hole that his thumbs now stretched
slightly from side to side ... He shuffled slightly forward on his knees,
laying the head of his erection against the partially opened mouth, placed
one finger atop it to guide it, and shoved down just enough for the
helmet-shaped glans to force its way inside.
"You like that, don't you, cunt? I'll bet you lay awake nights just
dreaming of having a dick like mine up your shithole, don't you?"
Taunting the girl only added to the pleasure he felt at the way her
distended sphincter gripped his cock just behind its head ... the way her
writhing buttocks seemed to wrench at the sensitive organ. Slowly he leaned
further forward, watching the first four inches burrow into her cruelly
pained colon. His hands reached under her chest, his fingers digging into
her swaying boobs.
Mary Beth's groan of pain was now automatic. She sensed the
physical feeling, but was beyond the point where it registered as pain. Her
overloaded senses seemed now to register it as warmth ... almost as if it
were pleasurable. Her tongue played across the woman's sensitive genital
flesh as if it were her duty, and her straining anal muscle almost seemed to
welcome the in-and-out sensations of the male organ as the cop began
slamming it repeatedly up her behind. The signals she was getting from her
labial lips as his dangling balls slapped them with each in-thrust only
added to her rising feelings of ... of ... correctness! This was what she
was! She was a piece of meat ... a piece of meat with convenient holes for
these two authority figures to use as they saw fit!
The dual assault seemed to go on forever. She lost all track of
time and identity. And when he released one of her aching boobs, she would
have groaned out a protest had she been able to. She would have, that is,
until the hand thrust itself between her spread thighs and her trapped her
trembling clitoris between his index finger and thumbnail. When he ground
down, sending sharp spasms of agony through the nerve-laden nubbin of flesh,
her body ... every part of her between her waist and her knees ... was
wracked by an orgasm so intense it seemed to consume her very soul! She was
unaware of the woman's body rolling onto its left side in its own
pelvis-writhing orgasm dragging her head with it, nor was she conscious of
the cock laving her rectal walls as the cop groaned through the second
completion he'd taken from her helpless body. She barely noticed the way he
pulled his organ from her gaping anus ... barely noticed, that is, until his
hand once again took hold of her hair as she lay gasping on the rocky soil
and pulled her face to the organ now stained not only with his cum, but with
traces of her blood and her own bodily wastes as well.
He didn't need to voice his demands now. She had, after all, been
the one to dirty his organ.
Submissively, she opened her mouth.
+ + + + +
The van rolled back onto the Interstate. The young woman, her
wrists still bound in her back, lay on the floor in back. Her mind was
surprisingly clear. Her captors had made no attempt to clean her up. The
man's cum still drooled slowly from each of her lower orifices. Her face
smelled of the woman's juices. No attempt had been made to hide the fact
that her knees had been rubbed raw by the ground. Her driver and his female
companion had re-buttoned her flimsy uniform, but had done so unevenly. In
short, they'd made no effort to hide what they'd done to her. It would be
obvious to the first people who would see her at Blakemore. She knew what
that meant. The only logical conclusion she could draw was that what they'd
told her ... that she was to be free meat for the staff, if not some of the
other prisoners as well ... was the literal truth.
Mary Beth was no longer thinking about the next five to ten years.
Even a year was an eternity ... a period of time too long for the mind to
grasp. She was thinking about the next day or two.
She thought they might be ... interesting.
finis
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