Chapter 6

PRISON DEATH RAPE

Warden Gillespie of Chesapeake Prison, was particularly hated by the convicts in cell block 711. The leader of that cell block was Lefty Malone, the most notorious killer inside the gray walls. Lefty was serving out a lifetime sentence. However, he had made a vow to get Warden Gillespie for running a pig stall.

Lefty's chief complaint was that the prisoners were treated like dogs! The sanitation was poor, the food was lousy, and they were kept segregated, not by their choice but by the administration's choice. They kept the blacks and Mexican Americans isolated from the whites. The most common place for the outbursts of heated racial tensions was the TV room. Usually, the whites controlled the channels, deciding what programs they watched. One night, Hee Haw was seen and a fist fight ensued.

Lefty admitted that most of the prisoners deserved to be in the tank. But most were victims of their environment, and poverty but they were still human beings. No one seemed to care on the outside. The mail was strictly censored and they were virtually living in a hell. It made Lefty puke each time he saw the warden. Warden Gillespie had put Lefty Ma-lone in solitary confinement because during an open-house inspection by the city supervisory board, Lefty screamed that the whole thing was staged. The prison had been washed down the day before. They were given good food on the day of the inspection. Lefty made his point known. Nevertheless, he was thrown into solitary.

Lefty had thoughts about taking over the prison. He had that much power; the inmates would follow him to death's door and back. But hearing what had happened at Attica, Lefty thought better of the idea. It would probably turn out to be a slaughter with his pals getting the worst of it.

There had to be some action that he knew would make all the heads on the outside turn. Then one evening after supper, Lefty decided what he was going to do.

On March 31, 1972, one of the most daring escapes ever recorded in Chesapeake Prison took place. Lefty Malone and eight inmates escaped from their cell block.

They took two guards as hostages and made their way across the big yard to the hospital. From there they went over the top of the adjoining wall to the building next to it, which also housed Warden Gillespie and his family. This was Lefty's destination.

"All right, Warden, just sit still!" shouted Lefty Malone, breaking into the Warden's dining room. "I don't want any shit from you. And you better just tell your family here to cool it. I mean business I have nothing to lose and you know it!"

The warden stood up in a rage. "You won't get away with this! There's no way you can escape!"

"Sit down. Now you folks just go right on eating. Take a look around, Ike. Some of you guys keep the front door covered. Set those machine guns up there in front."

Lefty stepped aside while the inmates went about their duties. They covered the upstairs windows and sealed off the connecting entrance.

Warden Gillespie and his wife, June, and their two daughters, Jill and Janet, all sat at the dinner table. They huddled in fear. Lefty's eyes went to the warden's oldest daughter, Janet.

"You might as well give yourself up, Lefty Malone. You know they will never let you out of here. They won't hold back their fire to save our lives!" said the Warden.

"Oh, come on, Warden. You're an important man. You carry a lot of weight they don't want to see you and your family shot to death."

"I'm warning you. I won't permit any monkeying with my family! If you so much as harm one hair "

Lefty's right-hand man, Ike, suddenly slapped the warden across the mouth; blood spurted out over the white table cloth.

"Hey Lefty. The warden sure eats good don't he? Jus' look at this table the old guy sets. All we ever get is shit on the shingle!"

Lefty held a shotgun to the Warden's neck.

"You know what they say in the big house, warden. Some of the inmates actually accuse you of taking money from the city budget. You keep the money and feed us slop. What do you have to say about that, warden? "

"You men never had it so good before I took over. I give you more than you are entitled to."

"Warden Gillespie," Lefty went into his vest pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper. "We fellas have made up a list of demands. Each one of these must be met if you want to live!"

"You must be insane!"

"We'll see. . . "

"We're surrounded, Lefty. They have us covered on both sides. There must be over a dozen men out there with guns. What do we do now?"

"Good," said the warden. "Next they'll call in the National Guard and then you won't have a chance."

Lefty turned to one of his henchmen. "Did you guys set up that speaker system?"

"Yeah. It can be heard all over the prison yard."

"Good. You guys keep an eye on the warden. Take those women off into the bedrooms, and put somebody with them. In case the shooting starts I don't want them hurt!"

Lefty then addressed the armed guards outside the building. He gave them the list of demands. "And furthermore, we wait no longer than eight hours. That gives you eight hours to make up your minds. I also want a newsman inside with us. We won't hurt him, but we want to be sure our side of the story is told so there cannot be any misunderstanding. If you try and rush us, or throw in tear gas, I'll blow these folks' heads off. One by one!"

They waited. There was gunfire from the outside. Lefty Malone calmly got up and went into the corridor where there were two guards tied. He yanked one to his feet and dragged him to the front of the house. "Open up the goddamned door these sonofabitches think I'm playing. Not this time!" Lefty pushed the guard through the door. The guard stumbled out into the yard. Lefty fired four quick shots into the guard's head!

A gasp went up from the surrounding guards who witnessed the shooting. They stood stunned!.

"All right, he's just the first one, if you don't do as I say. I'll shoot the women next. Now send in that reporter!"

A news reporter volunteered and was sent to the house. Lefty's men searched him for weapons and then admitted him in.

"What's your name, Mac?" Lefty growled.

"That's it-MacBrown".

"All right, MacBrown. You look like an okay guy. Now here is what I want you to do for us. There's a lot of guys in that stinking prison who are getting a dirty deal. I don't mind what happens to me, but these guys deserve a break. The noble citizens of this country don't give a damn what happens to us. They turn deaf ears when the ballots ask for money to improve prison conditions. We want to focus on the poor treatment. The guards spit on us; they hustle hard drugs into the prisoners. They are part of the trouble. The society on the outside says violence is not the way. Well, what kind of insane people will say this but go on killing in the name of war? This whole country is run by a few big shots they control everything simply because the silent majority won't get off their fluff. Well, we want to wake them up to the violence that takes place here in the prisons."

"Public opinion will be against you, you know that. Right now the news has hit the wire services. The governor is deciding now what to do about your prison break."

"Don't worry about the governor; he's a meathead. You just report everything you see here."

Two hours passed and there was no news from the outside. Lefty began to get grumpy. He had the Gillespie family brought back into the kitchen.

"You don't really think they'll let you get away?" asked the warden.

"Sit down, Warden Gillespie. You shoot off your mouth too much! The action will be starting in a minute. You boys stand guard at the window," Lefty said, walking up to Mrs. Gillespie. "And you, lady, fix us something to eat. We want a decent meal for a change. Killer, you keep an eye on her out there in the kitchen. Make sure she won't poison us. You don't mind do you, warden?"

Killer took Mrs. Gillespie out into the kitchen. Mrs. Gillespie stopped at the door and looked back fleetingly at her family. Killer took the opportunity to feel Mrs. Gillespie's ass. The warden leaped from his chair in anger. Lefty put his gun in his mouth-and shoved it up against the man's tongue.

"Now, like I told you, we mean business. You're lucky I don't put a bullet down your throat. So just keep still. Better yet, somebody gag this creep. Before I give him a taste of his own medicine."

The warden was gagged. Lefty stood still for a moment, looking down at the table, getting his thoughts together. The situation was a lot more serious than he was letting on. But he was determined to do this last thing before he died. He knew they would kill him, even if he was taken captive again. One of the "bulls" would arrange for his accident. The guards and prison officials had their clean-up system when the law couldn't do the job for them. They assassinated troublemakers what they termed as troublemakers, and black political prisoners. So Lefty knew he was a walking dead man. But he was going to do something good before they got him.

Lefty took a good look at the two daughters. The oldest one was a cute, witch-of-a-bitch. Just like her father, she had a snooty look of authority plastered on her face. He thought how he would like to wipe that smug, haughty look off her face. Put about ten inches of steel cock up her tubes. She needed a good fucking, all right! Which was why she was so damn bitter. She was probably a bull dyke, in the making. But Janet wasn't a bad-looking broad. She had reddish-brown hair, parted on one side and fluffed on the top like one of those society dames. She had buck teeth but had learned to apply make-up to compensate for it. The high arched eyebrows, the green eyes, and the rose-colored lips were enough to make her quite attractive good enough to stick a dick in. It would be a challenge to fuck her to see if that bitter crust could be broken through.

All the while she had been sitting at the dinner table, Janet let her eyes examine each of the criminals knowing that they had not had a woman in perhaps years! The thought left her at loose ends with herself-but she was bitch through and through, just the way Lefty summed her up. She even crossed her legs to show a good portion of her upper thighs. The short skirt did little to conceal what was under it. Lefty made a mental note to save her cunt for himself.

The youngest daughter was a complete opposite from her sister. Jill was about fourteen years old, with the body of a full-grown woman. She was a sweet, honeysuckle blonde, with hair that fell all the way below her ass. That in itself made her an item to be tinkered with. Each inmate who passed through the kitchen, checking, taking orders from Lefty, took the moment to openly stare at this young flower. All with the same thought. Then all looking disdainfully at Lefty; Lefty meant to have her all to himself. Which was only right, he was the leader. But Lefty had never shitted on them, he was loyal to his men; he would sure let them fuck her when he had finished. So, they got the taste for virgin pussy out of their minds because Lefty was going to break that cherry! He and his pile-driving dick head were stiff and mean enough to bust through two cunts-fuck right through the first one, come out the other side into the next cunt hole. Lefty was that emphatic about good pussy!

So the presence of little, young, honeysuckle sweet Jill was making them all more nervous than the National Guard outside with their rifles drawn. Jill was a treasure house of delights to be seen. She had a cute, angel face-only her halo was not over her head-but rather in the way she looked at you. The way her small fish mouth seemed so tender, moist, as if waiting for the right dick, with the right taste, to come her way. It looked as if she had practiced on popsicles, and pickles, and doorknobs, doing stretching exercises to ensure she could take the biggest of crowns.

One look at Jill and you knew that she didn't have a stitch on under her dress-which was a simple straight piece, thin enough to cling over her every curve. The breasts were about the size of apples, and the brisk points of her nipples were outlined through the fabric. The waistline was small enough to get both your hands around. Which made her hips flair into shapely pouts of buttocks. She was the farmer's daughter who came to the big city and trimmed down. The baby fat was now maturing into the first stages of puberty. The thighs were large, shapely like those of a dancer's.

She was about five feet four inches tall, which made her just the perfect height to hold in your arms-and have your dick rub in her hot belly.

Jill showed no signs of fear, whatsoever. She sat there calm and collected, actually finishing up her meal. When she did look up, she flicked her hair to one side and looked at Lefty. Her eyes hung there below his belt buckle-as if to say: Why don't you guys cut the bullshit? Start the action before they come in here and capture you. I want to see what you'll do with good pussy. I can't vouch for my sister, but I need a good fuck. I'm sick of pretending I am so good-my cherry needs busting. You guys all look mean enough, dog enough to do a top-notch job. Shit, get rid of my daddy, so we can fuck. I think I'll offer them some of my grass. That would blow daddy's mind. Daddy is all right but he's just in the wrong line of work. He's like the hangman that nobody likes to have around. . .

Beth conveyed her message well. Lefty signaled for his men to move Warden Gillespie into another room. "I want all these people separate. They might get courage enough to give us trouble being together-the family unit and shit. I want them alone, each to worry about his individual self-that way they'll be easier to handle-if you know what I mean. . . "

"Hey-look, Lefty. Ain't we gonna fuck these broads? Do ya' know how long it's been since I had a piece of-"

"Shut up, Angelo. Have a little respect for the ladies. Don't talk dirty to women in my presence. Understand? Now you just let me handle this. We ain't here to fuck. We have a noble cause at hand . . . that's the trouble with the world now. How ya gonna get anything done if everyone is fucking?"

After the warden had been taken out, Lefty said, "Hey, Angelo. The reason I took the old man out, is because I didn't want him to know how much fun we're gonna have. You let me run the show. When I want suggestions, I'll ask for 'em. Now, you know we're gonna get us some of this pussy. We got all night. . . "

Inside the kitchen Killer didn't think so. He wanted his pussy right there on the spot. Mrs. Gillespie moved around the kitchen, warming what was left of the main course. Bending over the stove, hunching her wide ass up the cheeks winking at him. Yeah, she was a good-looking old bird. They said old meat was the best to have; old meat knew how to make a young man's cock bark-roll over and wag its tail.

Killer propped himself against the sink and kept his eyes glued to Mrs. Gillespie's ass. Once she bent down to reach a lower cabinet which hiked up her dress so he could see the back of her thighs. It had given Killer a complete view of her entire backside. He saw that she was wearing white panties. He could see where the bottom of her buttocks was spilling down, peeking from beneath her drawers. She had nice juicy thighs, and they looked swollen around the upper portion. They quaked with just the right softness; she wasn't fat or flabby, but beautifully conditioned. Seasoned.

Killer wondered if the warden was fucking his wife. Well, he had to be fucking because he had sired two daughters. Naw, the kids probably weren't even his. Mrs. Gillespie had probably slipped out to the market and let the butcher fuck her. Naw, she wasn't getting much dick, she was too ripe. After having babies, women's sexual appetites increase, and they become like addicts to worshipping cock. The warden was too busy denying prisoners their rights to put dick in his wife. If anything, he had a puny prick, that only tickled Mrs. Gillespie. She was a big broad, who needed to be strung out and whipped with the head of a man's dick. Killer thought he would like to use his snake of a dick to beat across her ass.

His dick was getting hard. He wanted that pussy right there in the kitchen. Well-Lefty hadn't said not to bother the woman. Anyway, Lefty had to think, use his brain, so he would be kept busy for a while.

"Does your old man fuck you much?" Killer asked, with a grunt.

Mrs. Gillespie pretended she didn't hear him; suddenly realizing her number had come up. She had thought that the children might make these men have a heart. Instead, she was discovering that all they had were hards.

"Ah, come, now. We might as well be friends. We're gonna be here for quite a while. It depends what that jerk of a governor does. Ya know, we can be friends, can't we? I mean you might as well be nice, because we are all liable to get shot down in the morning . . . " His hands went down and rubbed his cock.

Mrs. Gillespie saw it out of the corner of her eye.

"Wanna see my dick? Huh? I bet you'd like that?"

"Please . . . if you don't mind. Your leader told me to get the food ready. I can't if you stand there and do that-"

"Huh? Do what? You mean this?"

This time Killer grabbed a fist full of his cock through his trousers and jerked it at Mrs. Gillespie. She dropped the plate. It splattered over the kitchen floor.

Then she stood there and froze. She took a deep breath and gathered her courage. She decided that she would turn her back and do her chores; that's what she came in here to do. But she could feel Killer's eyes on her backside. She could feel them coming under her dress, crawling up her juicy thighs, and creeping between the buttocks to stare into the heart of her pussy-then she shuddered and shut off the thought. What was wrong with her anyway . . . she was getting itchy.

She made a move to turn around, only to feel the cold blade of a kitchen knife at her throat.

"Now, just be cool, and don't move. You won't get hurt!

While resting the knife firmly against Mrs. Gillespie's throat, Killer came up behind her ass. His cock was throbbing when he positioned it between her buttocks. He hiked up her dress so he could feel the warmth of her flesh. The skirt was over the back of her ass, and his dick pressed hard into her crack.

With one hand he reached around in front and felt her breasts. Hmmm, they were soft and round, hard nippled. He ripped the collar down and slid his hands between the two creamy mounds. Her bosom was on Are, hot as could be. He clutched one tit, then the other in his fist, and they were sweaty, slippery. Hot and greasy, like a mature woman should be.

He took his hand out of her bosom and reached down between her legs. Mrs. Gillespie made her first attempt at struggling, when he fingered her cunt. When he felt her move, he took a fist full of pussy mound. He churned downward and rang her sack out. Mrs. Gillespie started to sink to the floor, growing weak in the knees, but she stopped when she felt the knife at her throat. She straightened up to let Killer have his way with her.

Mrs. Gillespie began to stir, the hot dick in her crack was too much for her. She writhed and sighed, and tried to let the man behind her know.

Killer took his time feeling over Mrs. Gillespie's body. He rubbed her stomach and down into her crotch, then off to the side and over between the hot boiling thighs. The panties were peeled down far enough to set her buttocks free. He hunched her over the sink and braced himself. He unzipped his fly and his penis sprang out. It was hard, mean, vicious, and wiggled to find the direction of the hole it sought.

Killer eased his penis in to feel how hot it was going to be. Then when he felt the delicious sting, he fucked Mrs. Gillespie like a sex machine. His penis was a jackhammer, pounding into her softness. He humped her with straight shots to the belly. Each stroke made her grunt and groan. Mrs. Gillespie fell face first over the sink. Killer raised her buttocks so he would have a straighter shot, and not hurt her so with his pile-driving dick!

Killer's dick head grew bigger and bigger until he shot off. Semen splattered everywhere. He drenched his penis in the semen and made circular motions over Mrs. Gillespie's buttocks.

Mrs. Gillespie turned around slowly. She looked down at Killer's cock; she had to see it. To see how a real he-man's dick looked-to see it all red and dripping white come one the kitchen floor. She had not felt such delicious sensations within her vagina for years. The warden had stopped fucking her years ago-the most he did for her sexually was to eat her cunt. His penis was as puny as a toothpick. When Killer had plugged up her pussy she was aware of the thunder and lightning. It felt good to be fucked like a mature woman should.

The sight of Killer's stiff, slimy penis made Mrs. Gillespie weak in the knees. She melted back against the sink from the sheer magic of it. Her mind raced and her eyes stared at the door, expecting someone to come in and spoil this forbidden moment. How shameful of her-she scolded herself. But Killer had violated her now, and she wanted more. It was torture to have a taste of a good pole and not be able to ride it until she climaxed. She could not stand still, she was nervous, trembling spastically. The naked cock had a pull on her so strong, she could not break it!

Killer saw that look. Killer knew Mrs. Gillespie was a horny devil. He could tell by the way she shifted her gears when he was deep in her cunt. He had once fucked a cow on a prison farm, Mrs. Gillespie had that same funky goodness, and knew how to shake her shit up. From the rear, half the action was how the woman moved her buttocks-the more she moved-the harder the penis got, and the sooner it shot off. Mrs. Gillespie, being desperate for cocks, jelly-fucked and put her weight on one hip, then switched to the other, shoving her pussy on his dick at the same time-letting his dick free-float, hitting her deep spot where the target popped up. Jelly-fucking. She rocked his dick in her cradle of hot cunt, paused ever so often to make sure it was still there. Sometimes when she got this hot, even a big penis got lost in her ocean drop.

"You devil, you. You want some more of this cock, don't you? Jus' tears you up lookin' at it, don't it? Want some?" he teased, shaking his cock at her.

Killer moved in closer. "Git down on yo' knees, bitch. I want you to suck my cock this cock-while it's drippin'! "

Mrs. Gillespie got down on her knees. Her hands were like hot irons everywhere she touched his body. It was clever, the way she felt his body, going down, as if she needed this body for support to keep from falling flat on her face. When she was down, she took one fleeting look at the door. The swinging door that could spoil it all for her. What if her daughters or her husband walked in? The hell with the girls. They were old enough now. Besides, she couldn't be sure any of them would get out of this alive. There was always the chance that her pussy might be good enough to make Killer like her. If Killer liked her, he might spare her life. If she sucked him just the right way, maybe he would grant her a favor. Why not? It was worth a try. Shit, she was not a sissy at sucking a cock. She had already got him to shoot off, now she would blow his mind, as the kids say. The warden would never let her suck his prick-so this would serve her husband right! Yeah-get on down there, girl!

Mrs. Gillespie looked up at Killer with cold gray eyes.

"Listen, if I'm going to suck you off, I don't want nobody barging through that door."

"I'll shoot 'em if they do. Get on down!"

Mrs. Gillespie obeyed his command and took her sweet time. She even kissed his bellybutton.

She pounced upon his big cock. Her mouth swallowed up his crown and rinsed it in hot, sticky saliva. She gargled and teased the dick string while it was still submerged in her mouth. She dropped it from her mouth and came up for a breath of air. She pulled her head back and stared intensely at the long length of it. The penis fell over limp from the first hot blasting. She bent her head and came up under the penis. She used her tongue to cup it right over the eye. Without touching his dick, she sucked it until it stood as straight as an arrow.

Then she moved to one side and stared along the length, deciding if she wanted to suck his balls this time, or go for the tip again. She decided one of the balls would be nice to gargle. Her head ducked under his crotch and she had a mouthful of nuts. The right hand came up around his ass and punctured Killer's asshole, Killer jumped. He was ticklish back there.

"Get it good for me, bitch!"

She looked up through his buttocks and whispered, "When's the last time you've had a bath, fella? You funky devil, you!"

"Don't worry about it, just do your thing, mamma!"

"If I do you won't be able to stand it. I oughta lick out of your ass."

"Naw, you better not-"

"See, just like all men. You just play the game halfway. When it gets dirty you retreat; you just like your cock blown. But shit, there are other things to be blown, don't you know any new ways?"

"I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth if you don't shut up."

"Talking turns me on. I like to hear funky fun talk-it makes me cream in my pants. Go ahead! Fuck me in my mouth. I dare you to!"

"You're a nice lady, I wouldn't want to do that-"

"Chicken shit! Nice lady, my asshole."

"You really want it in your mouth-hard."

"I dare you. You ain't got the guts. Straight on and as hard as you can. . . "

Killer spread himself like an eagle and planted both feet on the floor. He was two hundred and eighty pounds of muscle and grit; he was going to rip this bitch's mouth off, good and clean! He grabbed her face and put it right in front of his dick. She didn't seem to be bothered that he was raging, gathering steam to ram her through. If possible he was going to plant twelve inches of cock down her windpipe! After all, fair was fair, she had asked for it.

He jerked his hips in and out, desperate to get his cock in her mouth. Mrs. Gillespie, tenderly, patiently, held the cock until it stopped letting off steam, then she sucked the head. He fucked it into her mouth. The deeper it went, the better it felt. It felt as though she was trying to convey a message-she wanted him to think of her pretty mouth as being a pussy hole. With that thought in mind, Killer was dying a thousand deaths, his socket was about to short circuit at any moment.

Killer dared to look down on her face. There was such a pleasant look there. Mrs. Gillespie was practically smiling. He saw how the big gorge of a penis went into her precious, pink mouth. How she slurped and sucked in air between her cheeks. His dick slipped out of her mouth in the heat of passion. She turned her head so her chin held it against her shoulder. The side of her face smoothed along his shaft. He felt compelled to continue fucking, he stroked his dick on the side of her face. Mrs. Gillespie held his penis as if she was playing a bass fiddle. She strummed the shaft to its limit, throbbing and about to explode.

She loved it when it was as stiff as it would get. She became deliberately cruel in teasing the shaft, daring the penis to explode. Yet it withstood the pressure of her taunting tongue and mouth; she was asking to see how much man he was. How long could he hold out and stand his ground? After all, this was just a sample of what it would be like inside her pussy. If she liked him this much, how much better would she make her cunt for his dick?

Killer grunted and groaned, holding on. He could not jerk his hips any longer, for the sensation was too soul stirring. He was about to shoot off in a thousand directions-but she had his tube plugged up her mouth. Still she dared him!

"Wowee, just look at it. Is all that you."

"Don't tease me, baby. Take it back in your mouth!"

"I'm in no hurry. I want to see it shoot off. My husband never could-but you look like you're going to explode. Do you like it that much?"

Killer looked for his weapon (he had put it down a long time ago). He had lost his threat, his power, and now the female attacked his cock like a leech, not letting up for one moment.

"C'mon, shoot off for me. Let me catch it in my mouth. I like the taste of it. If you've been locked up for a long time, shit, there must be loads! Shoot it off, let me suck it!"

Killer groaned louder than he had before. Mrs. Gillespie was getting to him and he drew back, tightening every muscle in his body.

Could he do it? Could he hold out long enough to get it in her pussy? He remembered how good it had been just a moment ago. He couldn't decide. To fuck or to be sucked. That was the question that was draining out his nut bag, that was ripping out his guts, and he felt this sensation of having to pee-then suddenly she let it go. The pressure was released for the moment. There was no one to help him-he was far out-on a cloud-counting all the nights on his prison bunk when he ached for a female. He had not dared to dream of a woman going down on his cock. In prison, it would be enough just to fuck. Now here he was in the warden's kitchen getting the best blow job he'd ever had -from the warden's wife. Shit-life was a kick in the teeth in every respect. Fuck it. He would shoot off and give her what she sucked for. . .

Killer stood there weak, looking at the door. What if Lefty walked in now and saw him shivering like a baby? What would he think? He stared at how Gillespie was clinging to his hairy legs, eating his come off his hairy thighs. Oh, shit, to see what she was doing was too much! The more she licked away the semen, the hotter he got. It was too painful, his cock wanted to get hard again, but it was just too sweet of a sensation to even attempt it. Yet there she was, gnawing at his dick bone like a bitch dog. Her bark was in the way she nicked and picked at the ridge-then moaned out loud to let him hear how hot she still was.

"Hey, that's enough lady. Back off!"

"Oh, no, not yet. A little more, please, while my husband's locked up. He never lets me have any fun . . . now you won't either!"

"Hey, no. Stop, you'll get me in trouble. I mean, I wasn't supposed to be doing this in the first place. You know? I don't want to be no more of a cheater than I already am. . . "

Mrs. Gillespie looked up at him with pleading eyes, the hair falling apart, the jaws sore from snapping at his dick, and her tits hanging out of her bodice. "I'm sorry. But you'll just have to beat my ass. I got to suck your cock some more. It's simply the best, the very best, I've ever put in my mouth. So, please, pretty please . . . won't you let me suck it some more? Don't make a horny woman beg."

"It ain't that, lady, it just won't get up again!"

"Bullshit! You have been behind bars too long. You forgot what a woman is all about, haven't you?"

"Hey, c'mon, lady-I said to get out of there!"

"I must have some more," she lunged for his penis. Killer turned away. Mrs. Gillespie went sprawling to the floor.

"Now cut it out, lady! They'll hear the noise and think I'm beating your ass. . . "

"Yes, beat me-anything, only let me have some more cock!"

She squealed and leaped for his penis again.

This time she caught it and churned down on it. It was killing poor Killer and he tugged to get his penis free. At that moment he lost his temper and knocked her down.

Mrs. Gillespie fell down and the door opened. There stood Lefty with his mouth open.

"What the fuck you been doing in here, Killer? Huh? What did I tell you?" said Lefty speaking from the corner of his mouth.

"It ain't what you think. She wanted to-"

"Sure. I know, she wanted you to let her fuck you, right? She just couldn't tear herself away from your dick. You lousy cock-sucker, I oughta beat your ass. I'll let you know when it's time for action. Don't forget where we are. We got the whole National Guard breathing down our necks. So just keep cool. When we fuck the old lady here, I want the warden to see it. Now get the food like I sent you in here to do!"

They were all grumpy by midnight. Their nerves were getting raw from waiting to hear from the governor. Lefty was the most nervous of all. He paced the floor, his face grim.

"All right, look around to see if there's anything to drink in this dump. We could all use a little something to drink for the nerves."

Killer, still thinking about Mrs. Gillespie said, "Hey, look, if you don't mind me asking, what are we saving these broads for? If we get caught, we get the chair. So we might as well go for rape, too. Shit, did you see how fine the warden's daughters were?"

Ike joined in with Killer, "I think Killer has a very good point. He don't make sense very often, but he's got a point this time. I want first crack at that oldest daughter. What a mean bitch she is. I'd like to jam my whole arm up her snatch. Just to teach her some respect. I can see how the warden has been raising his daughters. That bitch thinks she's hot shit. Did you see her prancing around?"

"Who asked you two dumb mother-fuckers to say anything? But you're right, Killer does have a point. Okay, let's have some fun. Shit, two can play this waiting game. Bring that haughty bitch in here."

They responded right away. Moments later, Janet was thrown into the room. The men all lurched like caged animals eyeing the juicy piece of meat in their midst.

Although Janet was frightened, she kept her cool. She still remained the stern bitch. She stood perfectly still to let them gawk over her body.

She stood there with her nose in the air. A thin shift draped over her luscious, slender body. The material pulled taut across her breasts and the outline of those braless wonders appeared majestic. She held her slinky pose to torment each of them. Ike, who was a leg man dug the way her legs were so long and fleshy. The knees even looked sexy, as well as the ankles. He visualized how hot and stanky her pussy must be now. Knowing that four men were in the same room and about to rape the shit out of her.

Killer was a man who could cream off just looking at a pretty face. It wigged him to see how pretty the warden's daughters were. Janet had high cheekbones, pink cheeks, a pouting, thin mouth, and an elegant nose. The reddish-brown hair framed a magnificent piece of art. She was too pretty. Killer remembered the neighborhood where he grew up. How the pretty little girls' mothers would not let them play with him because he was too ugly. Killer grew up loathing females. Before he was sixteen years old he had been convicted of committing seventeen rapes. He was big, a brute of a youngster and fucking cherry pussy was like stealing candy from a baby. He and his killer-size cock equipped him well for the profession he chose for himself. Rapist supreme!

Lefty looked at Janet in a different way altogether. He enjoyed getting deep down inside a female. He enjoyed seeing what it was that made them tick. To see if the pussy controlled the woman, or if the woman controlled the pussy. Some women used their vaginas as weapons to keep men on their knees-that was the kind of bitch Lefty enjoyed balling.

He already knew that none of his men would be able to please this bitch, Janet. She was from a long line of bitter Puritans. Janet was hard on the outside, as if she could take a pounding type of a fuck from a virile man. That was a lie. She was really a sweet, demure little angel, in disguise. That disguise each woman uses to set the trap for men. Janet would rather have you pound in her pussy and make her whimper-it proved how doggish men were. Most men did not know how to fuck, thereby missing the true essence of good pussy. Janet was good pussy for the right man. She would give it freely to any man, until she found the man who suited her. Lefty planned to fuck her in such a way that Janet would be able to tell he was real.

And if he got the chance without the other boys looking, Lefty planned to eat the lining out of Janet's cunt. Just to put icing on the cake.

Lefty gave Ike and Killer the okay to seduce Janet. She stood still while they sandwiched her between them. Their hands moved over her body. She didn't move a muscle and closed her eyes, trying her damnedest not to respond.

Ike was behind her with his hands on her hips, rubbing the soft material of her dress over her buttocks. Her ass felt like hot round balls in his fingers. He patted her cheeks and pushed his penis on her rump. When Ike's penis came between Janet's crack, she straightened up as stiff as a board!

Killer, in front, kissed Janet's face. He squeezed her breasts at will. He milked them and shaped them into cones. She had not yet made a sound.

Ike unzipped the back of Janet's dress and it fell to the floor. Killer was very careful as if he was unwrapping a Christmas package. He peeled off her panties. A beautiful bush of pussy hairs winked at him from between her golden, honey-filled thighs.

When Janet was nude, they sandwiched between them again. Killer then kneeled low enough to put his penis up into Janet's pussy. The penis pushed in painfully-she could not open her legs to assist. That is until she felt Ike's cock from the rear, prodding at her anus.

Janet had no choice in the matter and she was entered both ways. One hard dick in her asshole and a harder one stuck up in her pussy hole from the front. Janet was on a string between them-Ike pushed while Killer pulled. Then they would reverse the motion. When Janet jerked back off of Killer's cock, her ass hunched back to Ike, who stabbed her a good one.

The penis in her rump was tearing her asshole. But the sheer pleasure from the one in her pussy made it bearable. She found herself rocking with the strokes. They fucked her harder and straighter. She was lifted to her toes to let them each get up in her hole, as they liked.

She heard Ike moan-he was getting his nut. She let the muscles relax to make her tunnel more available-thereby shutting Killer off at the pass. Killer huffed and puffed to fuck and make Janet open up her pussy again. But she had Killer's penis pinched off an inch deep in her. She eased her ass down on Ike's dick. Ike climaxed and released the last drops of semen up her anus tube. Janet farted and came, joltingly.

Lefty sat in a chair, masturbating. He was turned on by what he witnessed. The two dicks fucking Janet had been the straw that broke the camel's back! Nowhere in Janet's imagination had she dreamed there could be so much pleasure from two cocks. She was now committed to continue, to see what else there was to fucking-having warned herself there would be days like this. After twenty-five years, Janet was no longer a virgin.

She squeezed Ike's cock out of her asshole. Now it was she and Killer. She stood bowlegged and her cunt sucked his pole deep in her. A moment of inspiration came over Janet; a hot sensation from the goodness of Killer's cock that made her shake spastically-she looked like a puppy shaking water from its back. Her whole body was one delicious shock of wiggles and contortions. That easily she made Killer shoot his wad!

Killer's penis popped out. Janet fell limp into a chair. Ike and Killer closed in on her face. She took both of their cocks in her hands. She sucked Killer's first. Then she turned her head and stretched Ike's penis to suck it. She repeated this until she had both pricks hard again. Then Janet really got heavy into her thing. While she sucked one man's dick, she rested the other dick on her shoulder.

Lefty was still sitting in the chair. He had taken off his trousers, waiting his turn. He noticed the expression on Janet's face. How she had changed so suddenly. He must have been wrong about her being so sweet inside. He didn't think so. Janet was just thrilled by the moment, having this many men want to jam her-would make her forget her personality. Or was it the other way around?

Janet was actually finding personality in each of their cocks. She was slowly learning to make them do her bidding. Her expression showed that she was into what she was doing -more than that, she was enjoying it. He could see that she had an inner desire to be made mistress to man's brutal sexual nature.

Killer, in another rage to get his nuts off again, snatched the tablecloth from the table to make room to put Janet's naked body on. They lay her down amid the spilled gravy and bread crumbs. Ike grabbed the salad bowl and spilled what was left over Janet's titties. A cucumber slice landed on her right tit and Killer bent over and ate it off. Then they poured honey all over her body, between her thighs, and between her toes. Both Killer and Ike licked her body clean.

While Killer sucked Janet's pussy, Ike put his dick in her mouth. There she was with her head hanging off the table, a dick in her mouth and Killer eating out her cunt hole.

Lefty stood up and walked toward the table. He saw their hands all over Janet's body. It was his turn now.

"Come and get some of this pussy, Lefty."

"Yeah," said Ike. "We'll stick her pussy on your dick."

"You're going to like this, bitch. Honey-get ready because Lefty has a dick as big as a house. You're gonna get it now!"

Lefty, feeling lightheaded, stretched out on the table. Ike and Killer picked Janet up and spread her legs wide. Then they held her over Lefty's dick-then lowered her down until there was about nine inches inside her hole. Lefty fucked up at her pussy; his penis pierced the butter-warm pussy tunnel and his crown tilted her cervix. Janet sighed and caught her breath. It was getting good to her.

Lefty closed his eyes and became familiar with her pussy. It was a shallow hole, but the boys had stretched it out of shape. But it was tight and hugged his shaft, as he piled deeper.

He could feel the tip of his penis touching the top of her tent-and that was how she liked it. When it was in as far as it could go, she began to move her hips, spinning and screwing down on his pole. Lefty moaned the next time.

Janet wasn't pleased with the position and managed to climb off Lefty's sticker. She wanted to be comfortable to take Lefty fucking.

Lefty got off the table and leaned her over the back of a chair. He put his hands on her hips to keep her legs spread. He eased into her hairy pussy. He plugged in and the union made a popping sound!

He pushed his penis in until there was only an inch to spare on either side. He was as snug as a bug-then he began to fuck her.

He screwed to the right. Janet moaned. He screwed to the left. She whimpered. He stopped fucking and tickled her clitoris. Janet tried to twist away. But Lefty held her firm and jammed her all the way to her backbone! He popped her again and again before she could cry out. He fucked her so hard that she turned crimson-and there was white cream spouting over her open pussy, spilling down the back of her thighs.

He felt as if he was going to burst open Janet's pussy. But he did not let up. He knew his boys were watching his action. He got into his rhythm and danced into her snatch. He fucked her, shaking his ass, and jerking his torso.

Janet grunted and gasped for air. Her screams broke the rhythm of the pounding of his cock-smashing her cunt open! Wider and wider, taking all there was to give. He became aware of how his penis was expanding-he was about to shoot off! Lefty felt the surge of goodness rushing through his groins, splashing against the pussy walls. When she felt it, Janet's pussy contracted so hard that it blew Lefty's cock out. A lump of come hit Lefty on the chest, and he ducked . . . then he realized that she had that one stored up for a long time.

Lefty licked the come away and smiled at Janet. "You turned out to be an okay bitch!"

"Fuck me some more while my father is tied up. . . "

Janet cockily stood up and went to get a drink of water. Then she smiled and looked cautiously to where her father was locked up. Then she said to the men, "Well. . . who wants to be next?"

"All right, it's been over four hours. I guess that no-good governor thinks we're kidding. We'll probably have to shoot our way out of this. But before I go I want the warden to remember us. Go get him and bring him here," said Lefty.

The warden was brought in, his hands tied behind his back. He looked for some sign of his daughters.

"Your daughters are okay. But I can tell you this, they weren't too concerned about your well-being. Warden Gillespie, it looks like nobody likes you very much. Sit him down, boys."

The warden was pushed in a chair. Lefty pulled his chair around so that he faced the warden. Lefty pointed a gun in the man's face, then scratched the warden's chin with it.

"You know, warden, killing you is too good, you know? So I want to do something that will make you remember us." Lefty turned to Killer. "Bring this man's women in here."

The women were brought in the room. The mother and Janet stared shamefully at each other; each telling the other of their guilt.

"We're going to set your women free, Warden. I don't see no reason not to give them a second stake in life. With you out of the way they may have a chance."

"Don't be ridiculous!" said the warden. "They wouldn't dare leave without me. My family sticks together-one for all!"

Lefty spoke to the women. "It's your choice, ladies."

The ladies did not say anything, merely dropped their heads. They knew that Lefty meant business. They liked the old man, but wanted to live. Besides, this whole situation was his own special hell he had created for himself.

"Don't forsake me girls-don't leave me with these killers! Don't leave your father!"

"Shut up! Let's not get dramatic. I'll tell you what, warden. It looks like they aren't gonna go for our deal-the governor. Which means they're gonna come charging in here with the tear gas and the bullets flying! And you know how you give the order to kill on sight. In fact, they might come rushing in so fast they might shoot even you! Like they did in Attica. But to prove a point, I'm gonna make a deal. I'll set you free if you fuck your youngest daughter. That's all you gotta do to live. Huh, warden?"

The warden raised his head. The warden stood up.

"Daddy, you wouldn't," said young Jill.

"C'mon over here, little Jill. I want you to stand before your father."

"George.'" shouted Mrs. Gillespie. "If you touch one hair on that child's head-" She turned scarlet with anger.

"Daddy, you couldn't-" cried Janet.

The warden cocked his head and looked from Lefty back to his daughter, Jill. The gun in Lefty's hand was the deciding factor. Warden Gillespie took off his shirt, keeping his eyes on the floor. The entire room gasped. Why the dirty sonofabitch!

"Don't put me to shame in front of my family, Lefty Malone. I beg of you," the warden finally spoke.

"Not me. You're the one, warden. Now go on or I'll put a bullet through your skull."

"Kiss your daughter-bastard!"

No one believed that he was actually going through with it. No one, but Mrs. Gillespie. She had known somehow just how chicken-livered her husband really was. But there he stood with his arms around his own daughter, naked, letting these criminals reduce him to a dog. His family would never forget this night.

"On the floor, Jill. You get on top of her, warden-c'mon, be quick about it!"

Jill, stretched on her back, curled up like a kitten, beyond this bit of fantasy. If there was an answer to be found, then so be it, but only get on with the action.

The old man leaned over in a half attempt to suck her tit. There was no visual sign that he had a hard yet. Jill had such sweet titties and soon the criminals forgot it was her own father who was sucking them. They all had dreamed of putting dick to little Jill. But this was the way Lefty wanted to play it. Lefty was their leader, he had his reasons. So all they could do was stand there and watch this father fuck his daughter.

Warden Gillespie was the kind of man, that no matter how you looked at him, he came out ugly. He had jet black hair that was greasy and slicked back. He also had a thin, shifty moustache. He was a fat man, heavy bones, and must have weighed a good two hundred and thirty pounds. So that was a lot of beef on top of little Jill-his daughter.

"I don't think I can get a hard," he mumbled, stalling for time. Perhaps the state troopers would rush in to save him from this degradation. No such luck!

Lefty put his gun against the warden's ear. "Did you say something, old man? You take your choice. You get a hard or lose all your brains. Now get cracking!"

The warden reached down and grabbed his dick. It rose up into Jill's pussy. It wouldn't fit. Jill tossed her head from side to side-then put her hand down to hold her pussy open. Her movements and familiarity said she had masturbated many times before. The lips of her pussy were puffy. There was a crusty brown layer as if there had been wear-and-tear from her fingers.

The warden had a nice-sized cock to put in her. If he could get it in-it was a tight squeeze, both mentally and physically for the good warden. This wasn't just any pussy hole. This bubbly cunt belonged to his own precious daughter.

The warden rolled on top of his daughter. They all saw Jill's facial expression change. They knew then that Gillespie had actually penetrated.

"George!"

"Daddy, how can you?"

To drown out their shouts of protests, Gillespie dicked his little daughter harder. He forced himself to enjoy it. He was soon knee-deep in good funky hot pussy. It was so good that Gillespie felt it was scalding the head of his penis.

Jill began to moan.

The warden reared up and fucked as if he was home-free. The pussy beneath him was just that-pussy! After all, it was not the first time he had fucked Jill. He had balled her plenty of times in the middle of the night when the family was asleep. Jill never made a noise either-she just quietly took his cock. Then, in the later stages, just before she turned thirteen, he had let her go down on him.

"Now let's see you fuck her in the butt hole. The way you shaft us inmates! Come on, give it to your own daughter the way you gave it to us!"

"Yeah! The way you screwed Leroy in your office-while two of your bulls held him down on the desk. You degenerate bastard! Tell your family about that!" Ike hit the warden across the head with a broom.

The warden held up one arm to protect himself against the blows. He tried to fuck at the same time; his dick now pinched into Jill's anus!

"That's enough. Grab that sonofabitch and lay him out on the table. Face down!"

"Oh, no, please!"

"Shut up, punk! Beg for mercy the way some of our guys begged you. You remember those guys you shot down and later said they were trying to escape. You had them killed because they were political prisoners. This is too good for you, warden."

Lefty grabbed up the broom. He put the end at the entrance of the warden's butt hole. "Warden," he said, "this is for being such a creep. For playing god with the lives entrusted to you."

Lefty jammed the broomstick all the way up the warden's rectum. He did it four or five times, good and hard!

"Now stand him up, fellas. Lay his cock out on the table."

Lefty went to the cabinet and brought back a meat cleaver.

The warden begged for mercy.

"Warden, maybe we can't fight the system, because it's so corrupt. We can't get the silent majority to see the injustices, nor to see that they are as much victims as the poor-but I can even the score for a lot of good guys you've crucified. . . "

Lefty raised the meat cleaver high over his head. There was a thudding sound when he brought it down! The warden's agonizing screams shook the house. . .

The National Guard stormed the house early the next morning. After the barrage of bullets and tear gas and the smoke cleared, there were no survivors . . . in the rubbish.

The captain of the guards, disgusted by the death and bloodshed, crumpled the sheet of paper with the list of demands, and threw it to the ground.

Chesapeak Prison was then back to normal.