Chapter 4
A black-skinned man was brought into Debbie's prison cell. He looked at her. She saw the huge cock swinging between his legs. He was totally naked.
"Play with his prick," the prison chief demanded.
Debbie stroked the black man's penis. When it was completely hard he told her to get on her knees.
She was afraid. She knew she had a lot to fear, considering the size of his cock.
Once on her knees, the black man mounted her. He spit on his cock to get it ready to slip inside.
Grasping her ass cheeks he rammed forward. With a sudden hard jab he glided up her asshole.
"Fuck it," he ordered her. "Fuck!"
She pushed back on his sliding, stabbing, black penis.
"Ram it all the way," the chief jailor demanded.
The sweaty black dude had been deliberately forced to wait to get his rocks off. That made him so hot now he could fuck a bull's asshole.
"Fuck," the jailor demanded, "fuck."
The black man was a prisoner. And he was made to pay a terrible price. The jailor called in a guard. The guard had a whip. The guard whipped the black man into fucking her faster. The belt lashed across his black ass cheeks. As he felt the sting of the whip biting into his buttocks, he plunged his cock hard up Debbie's asshole. Debbie twisted and writhed in pain as she felt the awful torture of his thick prick ramming in her rectum.
"Stop it," she whimpered.
The police chief could see the black man's cock was having impact. This pleased him.
"Beat his ass some more," he suggested.
The guard brought the lash down hard on his slippery, black behind. He went on driving in up to the hilt in Debbie's rectum. Debbie twisted and turned, begging and pleading for him to stop. Trying to pull away from him was not an easy thing. He was a strong muscular black man with powerful biceps. He held her firmly.
"Fuck," he exclaimed, "fuck."
This was the kind of erotic kick he wanted. She was giving him everything and then some. "Up your ass," he exclaimed as he rutted up her asshole.
A few more strokes up her butt and he exploded.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he felt himself cuming.
When the sweaty black man pulled his cock from her asshole it was still hard.
"Turn around, Debbie," the chief jailor demanded, "and examine his prick. It's hot to be sucked. You get down there and suck him off."
She wanted to run for her life. The last thing she cared to do now was lick his sticky black cock. However, the command had been given. When she hesitated she understood quickly it was impossible. For instantly the whip lashed across her body.
That caused her to grab his cock swiftly. Her tongue licked from the head to the shaft. He lay back, enjoying it. With his black legs spread wide she could see his ass crack. His balls were hanging there large and hot.
"You've got hot nuts," the prison chief observed. "Lick his balls."
Debbie moved her mouth from his penis to his testicles. She let it slide, gently caressing him. Then she brought her tongue to his ass crack.
"Eat my asshole," he demanded.
Quickly she let her tongue glide up his rectum. This got him going.
"Suck my ass out," he demanded. "Suck my ass good."
The hot tongue stabs up his rectum had her trembling with passionate delight.
"Beautiful," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Eat my butt."
With her tongue sliding up the black man's behind, he twisted around.
"He likes it," the jailor noted.
Now to make sure Debbie would give him a good ass suck, he took the whip from the prison guard ad personally whipped her naked body.
"Give him a good time," the jailor ordered. "He's gonna whip you."
Even though she was fearful and nervous, she tried to do her thing.
"Yes," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's how, honey. Suck. Suck ass."
She let her tongue slide up his ass as she gently massaged his balls and then reached for his penis. Grasping it firmly she got him going. His throbbing cock was ready to unload.
Hastily she went back to giving him a blow job. Debbie's mouth moved instinctively up and down the length of his thick penis. Plunging forward he let his cock slide down her throat until she thought she'd choke on it.
"Eat it," he whispered enticingly. "Suck off!"
She could taste him starting to cum. His black hands reached down to cup her head. He was guiding her over his man meat.
"Suck off," he panted as he went on thrusting his throbbing, black member down her throat.
Debbie figured she should give him a ball rub, too. Her hands caressed his hot nuts.
"Finger his asshole," the prison chief smiled sadistically."
From the corner of her eye Debbie could understand why he was paying so much attention to her. He was obviously turning on.
As she continued sucking his prick, she felt him about to explode. His body trembled, his balls seemed to shudder and white sperm erupted from his penis head.
"Milk it with your mouth," he said, watching her closely. "Suck every drop of his sweet cum juice."
Debbie eagerly sucked his thick, hot juice. It tasted fantastic to her as she swallowed it.
When she did pull off she was ready for more action. The new young guard who had used the whip over the black dude who'd stabbed her asshole with his cock, wanted his fuck, too. He motioned to the prison chief. Nodding, the prison chief gave him his signal.
Hastily he began unfastening his belt and sliding out of his pants. He didn't bother to remove his shirt. Just his shorts and his pants. He stood there naked now, with his swinging cock enticing her.
"Go over there and play with him," he told Debbie.
The guard sat on the floor. He kept his legs spread so it would be easy for her to get her hands on his cock and her tongue around his balls.
It didn't take her long to flip her tongue back and forth across his testicles. Then she began gently caressing his ass cheeks. He enjoyed this enormously. His firm hand reached out to grip her head.
"Now eat my prick," he told her. "Suck on me. Get your mouth right over it and suck."
Her mouth slid over his meaty shaft. Letting her tongue caress just the tip of his penis she got him more excited than ever. She knew how to expertly massage his balls and at the same time ease her finger up his tight anal opening. This got him horny as hell.
"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "finger my asshole. Eat my pecker."
The guard was groaning in delight. His body was writhing and twisting as he watched the young prisoner sucking him.
"Finger it," he begged. "Ohhh, yes, just like that. Do it."
It seemed as if he couldn't get enough of her. She finally found herself enjoying it. All of a sudden his body trembled and his penis exploded.
Hot jets of white cum surged in her mouth. She gulped.
"Yes, yes," the guard grunted as he unloaded his cum.
Debbie slipped off his erect male member, only to be confronted with the prison chief. He forced her to get to her feet.
"Bend over," he told her, "and I will show you how I like to get my prick up a girl's ass. I don't use anything. Just my skin."
She recognized this would be a nightmare of an experience. Suddenly his throbbing, thick prick was slipping between her bare ass cheeks. She hated to be in this terribly painful position. However, her captor would not let her go. He was enjoying it.
Clasping her round ass cheeks he went on slamming into her butt without mercy.
"Fuck your ass," he grunted. "Fuck it!"
With determined strokes he continued gliding up her rectum. She twisted and turned, trying to avoid the pain of what he was demanding. But it was all to no avail.
"Yes," he exclaimed as he passionately stabbed it up her asshole, "it feels good. Bend over farther. Get your ass up here for me."
She was already bent out of shape. But there was no stopping him. He was bound and determined to get his rocks off the way he wanted to.
"Up your sweet ass," he grunted. "Fuck. Fuck it, fuck it!"
When she felt him finally unloading she thought her back would break.
"Ohhh, beautiful," he exclaimed. "Twist your ass around. Don't be a dead butt."
She let her hips swing from side to side, trying her best to get him to stop hurting her.
When he finally did pull out of her and she was able to stand up again, she looked at him with an angry expression in her eyes. This annoyed her captor.
"You should look at me with humility," he told her, "and maybe some gratitude. I could have killed you. You know that, don't you?"
She had heard torturous screams from the other prison cells. And she wondered if that would be her final fate.
"I would like to see her perform with a snake," another guard suggested.
The prison chief seemed pleased.
"That might teach her a lesson in gratitude," he agreed.
It didn't take him long now to get his way with her. He saw to it the guard brought in a snake.
"Get on the floor," he smiled as he held the snake in his gloved hands. "Spread your legs," he told her, "and let a snake have a lick at your snatch."
Tossing the snake between her legs, the man watched. Their evil eyes seemed to delight in what she was enduring. The snake's tongue darted out at her crotch. At least her pussy was closed. But not for long, as the prison chief demanded, "Let him eat it. He likes pink pussy. Open your crack. Let the snake lick you."
Closing her eyes she reached down and parted her vagina lips. Recognizing it would be a horrendous experience she tried her best to remain clam.
"Oh, see how he likes it?" he smiled, as the snake's tongue flashed out across her vagina. "Yes, he likes to lick your pussy. Sure he does."
He was obtaining a keen, erotic pleasure from this moment.
'That's the way," he grimaced, "lick her box."
The snake's hot, darting tongue was licking and lapping inside of her.
"If you give him a piece of pussy you'll calm him down," the prison chief chuckled.
This was the kind of hell she'd hoped she'd never have to endure. Now that it was all happening she could hardly stand it.
"Yes," he told her, "go ahead."
When the snake had finished licking at her snatch the guard pulled it away.
"A nice exhibition," the prison chief grinned evilly.
At least she was left alone. She had only her thoughts to trouble her, that and the shrill screams that would come from the distance.
Finally Debbie fell asleep.
The next morning when she was awakened, a woman was bringing her some breakfast.
"Here's some food for you," the woman said, shoving her the tray indifferently.
The orange juice was in a small glass and there was some oatmeal and milk. When she saw the orange and banana sitting beside the other food on the tray, she felt fortunate. For this was the most they had given her in a long time.
However, she had to pay for it. For shortly thereafter a grim-faced guard came in and interrogated her.
"I want to take you down to Our special shower room," he told her.
Once in the shower room she was forced to undress before him. She got in the shower and he turned it on. As the water came on hot, she begged for him to turn it a little cooler. But that was part of his torture pattern.
"I can't stand it," she exclaimed. "Please, don't turn it on so hot."
It seemed as though her body would burn up. But he wouldn't quit.
"Why don't you tell us the truth?" he asked in a coaxing, caressing manner. "You know that you are working for the enemy. Why do you keep holding out on us?"
It troubled Debbie to have him talk like this. It seemed as if he would never give in.
"Go ahead," he demanded, "tell who you are working with. We won't hurt you if you talk."
The emphasis, of course, was on the three words, "if you talk." This was what bothered Debbie so much. She wanted to be able to give them information. But she knew it would be checked out and if it was a lie she would suffer worse torture. For they would figure she was telling them falsehoods to conceal the real reasons behind her silence. So she was nowhere and she knew it.
"It's silly for a nice-looking girl like you to suffer so," the guard grinned.
Soon he turned the hot shower spray off and turned on the cold. Her teeth began to chatter as her body almost froze under the impact under the chilly, icy water.
"Maybe it was too hot before," he smiled without humor, "so we want to get it nice and cool for you."
Once more she was certain he was obtaining a warped type of sexual satisfaction. She observed how his crotch seemed to bulge.
"You know I want to help you," he told her.
Debbie couldn't utter a sound now. Her heart raced rapidly. Finally he turned off the cold shower and looked at her.
"I think you should be fucked," he grinned, "and I am ready to do it to you."
He was starting to undress. She noticed when he took his shorts off he did have a huge hard-on.
"I need some sexual satisfaction," he told her. "I hope you can help me."
Getting back in the shower and turning it on to a moderate temperature, he handed her the soap.
"Wash me off all over," he told her, "because you are going to suck and lick and eat my body."
She soaped his chest, then down to his crotch.
"Don't forget my cock," he warned her.
Grabbing his penis, she began washing it for him.
"That's it," he told her. "And my balls, too. Don't forget anything."
Her hands massaged his balls. This really had him horny now.
"And my ass," he suggested as he turned around.
Debbie's hands clasped his bare bottom. She parted his ass cheeks slipping soap between them.
"And now," he smiled, "you can let me use the soap."
He soaped her down. He ran the soap around her beautiful breasts. He ran it down to her pussy. Suddenly he plunged the soap inside of her vagina.
"This'll make your pussy hot and clean," he grinned with an evil look. "I know that snake had a good pussy suck. We have to keep your pussy clean for any other pussy sucking."
Debbie shuddered as she thought of what lay in store for her.