Chapter 4
The very next day Joyce was eager to find out everything that had happened to Connie.
"Tell me at break time," Joyce smiled, her voice quivering with lusty emotion.
As Connie told Joyce the details of her escapade the previous night, she could see how much she enjoyed hearing all about it.
"Pity you couldn't have joined us," she told her, "but I feel guilty enough for what I've done without doing more."
It bothered Joyce to see the attitude that Connie was taking. In all of the excitement she didn't hesitate to mention the fact that Fred always paid well.
"You know it," Connie confessed. "He gave me a hundred bucks plus ten for a tip."
At this point Nick came back and told the girls to go back to work. As Connie continued waiting on tables, she met a man who did appeal to her. He had eyes that seemed to hypnotize her.
"Maybe we could get together after work tonight, honey," he told her.
"I'd like that," Connie said, her voice choked with emotion.
After work Connie met the man who had spoken with her. But she didn't want to give him the idea that he could get by without paying for it. She thought it only fair to tell him what she was charging.
"Just so we understand each other," she said as she walked with him to his car in the parking lot, "it does cost. I enjoy it, but I also charge."
As he listened to her talking, he realized that she was serious.
"How much?" he asked her.
Connie quoted her price structure and then the man pulled out a small tape recorder.
"God, what are you doing?" she demanded.
'That's a good question," he said as he looked at her evenly. "I might ask you that. It appears you're hustling. You know, that's not legal."
Connie was booked and the first person she called was Joyce. Joyce was astonished to hear that she was in jail.
"I'll get you out," she told her.
She came down to the jail and was going to post bail for her. But before she did, she didn't hesitate to tell Connie what she expected.
"Honey, you've got to give me a little loving, too, if I do this for you," she smiled.
Connie was furious.
"No way," she told her.
It really got her angry to think that her girl friend would suggest such a thing. She would rather go through her jail horror and subsequent trial than this.
Joyce didn't waste any time in getting out of her way. When she was brought up for trial she got off because of the fact it was a first-time violation. Connie was so bitter and angry now that she determined she would never get trapped again.
When she got back to her apartment the phone was ringing. At first she didn't feel like answering. Reluctantly, however, she picked up the phone and began talking to Fred.
"I heard all about what happened to you," Fred told her sadly, "and I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's all right," Connie told him nervously. "I really don't want to talk about it now."
"I want to come over and see you," Fred told her.
"No, please," she insisted.
Fred wouldn't be put off. She gave him her address and an hour later he was at her front door. "Who told you?" she asked anxiously. "Joyce," he explained.
Thinking of Joyce and the hell that she had put her through made Connie so angry she lashed out, "She's no damned good."
Fred's arms went around her. He pressed his lips against hers and told her, "Forget her."
After Fred had told her what he planned to do, Connie felt as though she could erase the ugliness of what had happened quite easily.
"Join me in a flight to Mexico," he told her. "We'll have a wonderful time. We can go to Mazatlan."
As Fred described the beautiful, white, sandy beaches at Mazatlan, and the wonderful sunshine, she felt as though it was the perfect solution to her problem.
"Maybe I should," she agreed.
A few hours later they were flying together to Mazatlan. They enjoyed a week in ths sunshine and then Fred told her that he had to return.
Just as they were ready to get into the plane, the Mexican police stopped them.
"Come with me," one policeman told Connie and another policeman took Fred.
"I didn't do anything," Connie exclaimed anxiously.
"Your plane is loaded with heroin," she was informed.
Looking at Fred, she saw the guilty expression surfacing in his eyes.
"Damn you," she exclaimed as she realized the trap that she'd been placed in.
The Mazatlan jail was not exactly a luxury hotel accommodation.
"We don't show prisoners any favors here," one guard informed her.
He looked at her lustfully and it bothered her. She heaved a heavy sigh and tried to remain calm. A couple of hours later he came into her cell and told her to kneel between his legs.
"You're out of your mind," Connie quipped.
He slapped her face roughly.
"You will do as I tell you," he said.
Unzipping his fly he pulled out seven inches of long, hard, hot cock. She looked up at it and wanted to bite it off.
"Use your tongue on it," he told her, "and do a good job."
At first she wanted to tell him to go to hell, but after he slapped her face a couple of times she reached up and gripped his thick, long penis. She pulled his virile rigidity toward her ovaled mouth. And then she slipped her mouth over his cock like a tight condom. The warmth of Connie's clasping lips and her tongue enclosed around his erect penis stimulated him all the way.
"Suck on me," he told her.
Connie's twisting tongue swirled heatedly around his erection. He groaned excitedly as he shoved his cock deep down her throat. She thought she would gag on his huge, thrusting penis. Connie did her best to contain it, but it wasn't easy.
"Go ahead," he said as he kept pumping it into her.
It was a terrible performance he expected of her, but she tried her best to please him. She kept her busy tongue slipping over the tip of his firm erect cock and sucked smoothly. The guard groaned with erotic delight as her mouth closed tightly around his swollen penis. He loved the way she was sucking now.
"Suck it," he told her as he kept shoving his sturdy prick into her.
He thrust it in farther and almost choked her with his cock.
"Suck me," he panted.
He reached in and pulled out his weighty balls.
"Play with my balls," the guard told her as he went on thrusting and pumping his rock hard penis in her mouth and down her throat.
Reaching up, she held his thick, long penis with one hand and played with his balls with the other. It wasn't easy for her to breathe as he kept pumping his turgid cock in her to derive every last sensation he could.
The guard enjoyed seeing her in this degrading posi tion on her knees. He loved the sensation of the head of his cock caressing the back of her throat. He began pumping now in earnest. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he was gushing in her mouth. He waited for that white-hot moment when he would shove the entire length of his cock into her and explode in her throat.
"Ahhh," he groaned as he gushed in her mouth.
Her lips fastened firmly on his still-hard cock as she licked every drop of his cum.
"Suck it all out," he demanded.
Connie sucked on his thick, long penis. She had hated it at first. But once she had tasted the delicious creamy cum gushing in her mouth, she didn't mind it.
When the guard had finished getting his rocks off, he slowly pulled his penis out of her mouth and looked at her.
"Maybe you'd like to take care of somebody else," he suggested.
She shuddered at the thought of it. Moments later another guard came in.
'Take off your clothes," the dark-skinned guard told her.
When Connie didn't immediately respond he slapped her roughly.
"You heard me," he growled.
Slowly Connie began undressing. The guard watched as she pulled off her blouse. The sight of her naked firm breasts got him instantly hard.
"And your skirt," he nodded as she quit undressing for a moment.
Connie unfastened her skirt and slowly slid it off. Now she stood before him with only her sheer panties between her and total nakedness. The guard looked at her wisps of hair around her crotch and got harder than ever. Coming over to her he tore her panties off.
"Bend over," he smiled.
Connie nervously bent over. The guard spit in his hand. Applying his own spittle to his penis shaft he prepared to invade her from behind. The first guard who had gotten her to blow him was watching. His balls tensed as his cock became hard again.
"You'll like it," the second guard smiled as he slid his spit-coated cock between Connie's upturned, round, blonde ass cheeks.
His throbbing, long penis slowly shoved in her.
"I'm gonna shove it in hard, honey," he told her. "Just relax."
She was so nervous now she was trembling. Her fear increased the guard's passions. He was eager to have his probing cock explore the hot depths of her ass. He shoved in and then she felt it sliding past her tight anal ring like a thousand volts of electricity rushing through her loins. His powerful cock rammed in all the way.
"Fuck it," the guard gasped as he rutted up her asshole.
The guard who was watching slowly unzipped his fly. He pulled his cock from his pants and began jacking off as he watched the other guard wildly stabbing his prick up her asshole.
"Fuck off," the second guard grinned anxiously. "Fuck!"
Connie hated it at first. But as she felt the rousing heat of her own stirring passions in her loins growing hotter, ever hotter, she responded to the guard's driving cock stabs. She pushed back to meet his driving penis jabs. She twisted her butt in anguish and lust as he fucked her deeply.
He could hardly wait to get his rocks off in her asshole. Connie was enjoying it. She let out a small squeal of ecstasy as she felt him riding in her with all of his might. She loved the sensation of his virile manhood and his strength as his long, hard cock surged up her asshole.
"Fuck it," she heard him groaning as he pumped it rhythmically into her.
The sensation of his pistoning penis sliding in her without mercy had her totally turned on. At first she'd hated it. But now it seemed as if she couldn't get enough of his long, strong, hard cock. The guard who jacked off as he watched figured he ought to get his cock up her butt, too.
"Pull your dick out of her ass," he told the other guard. "I want to stab my prick up her butt, too."
The second guard slowly eased his cum-coated penis from her asshole. The first guard hastily replaced him. Grabbing her rubbery, blonde buttocks, he parted them firmly. With a sudden shove forward he rammed his prick right up her butt.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck."
Slowly he jabbed his penis up her hot, tight asshole.
"Ohhh," the guard grunted as he rutted up her warm invigorating butt as far as he could go.
It was awkward bending over in this position. She wished she could get on her knees. Her back was aching.
"Let's get on the floor," she suggested. "It hurts this way."
Without taking his sturdy prick out of her quivering behind, they got on the floor together. Roughly he continued ramming his cock up her hot, tight butt.
"Fuck," the guard exclaimed excitedly. "Fuck."
Rhythmically he went on sliding and riding up her ass. She enjoyed every thrilling thrust of his penis now and responded by swinging her butt back and forth. Clasping her bare ass cheeks, he squeezed them as he faithfully forged forward. She loved the slick sensation of his hard prick gliding up her.
"Milk me," the guard exclaimed passionately as he finished fucking her off.
With a milking motion she kept her hips churning. Her ass muscles seized his stabbing cock.
"That's what I like," the guard grunted as he rammed up her butt all the way and exploded.
He thrust his swollen cock back and forth in her cum-slick asshole a couple of times and then eased off. She collapsed in a heap on the cold cement floor as he left her alone.
She hated him for doing this to her. However, she wasn't going to make any fuss. She figured it would be better to go along with him.
After a couple of hours, the first guard returned and told her to put her clothes on.
"Nobody sits naked around here," he warned her.
She came back to her senses and realized she was completely naked on the cold cement floor. Reaching for her clothes she slowly slipped into them. Moments later the guard returned with a tray of food for her. Slowly she ate it and then he talked to her.
"Now if you would tell us a few things about the heroin connection in the States," he advised her, "it'll go easier on you. Cooperation is the way out of here."
Painfully Connie tried to explain to him that she knew nothing about the operation.
"I was just as surprised as I could be when they found heroin on that airplane," she insisted.
The guard smirked and laughed at her.
"Before we finish with you," he assured her, "you will be glad to tell us all you know."
Connie was tortured. She knew very well that she couldn't tell them anything else, because she didn't know anything else. However, she tried her best to maintain her composure.
The next day a prison matron came to get her to go out into the prison yard for exercise. The prison matron was a cross, middle-aged woman who was heavy set and had an evil look about her lips.
"Don't get any idea about running away," she warned Connie, "or you'll be very sorry. We have our ways here to teach you discipline."
Connie had no intention of running away. How she wished she could contact her mother or her friend Joyce. At this point she hated Fred, for he had let her get into this trap. She understood now why he wanted her along on the trip. He was nervous making the big haul. He wanted fun and games in the sunshine and then the big plunge back to the States. Fred would never let her know about all the money he made. The small change he'd given her was a drop in the bucket compared to the amount he was probably taking for himself.
Finally after her exercise period was over, she was returned to her prison cell. And then she was called upon for an interrogation by the head warden.
The chief warden looked at her sternly as she was ushered in by the prison matron.
"These are very serious charges," he exploded angrily.
"I don't know anything about how this heroin got on the airplane. I was only a girl friend of the man who was doing the job. Can't you understand?"
The warden shook his head determinedly.
"I only understand that you were his accomplice. Now if you will tell us the truth, we won't have to resort to other means to extract the truth from you. I wouldn't want to mar your beautiful body."
Connie became suddenly fearful as she observed some whips in the corner of his office.
"I am telling you the truth. Can't you understand?"
The warden smiled slowly now. Flashing his white teeth she saw his burning, black eyes smoldering with rage. He held back his passionate frenzy for a long moment and then he blurted, "You are lying. Just like all the others. Not one person that we've caught knows anything about how the heroin, how the pot, got on the airplane, or on their person or in their luggage. Young lady, we know how to deal with you. So it would be to your best interests if you would tell us all-and be quick about it. I don't believe in wasting time."
Looking menacingly toward the whips and then, smiling sardonically as his eyes focused on Connie again, he tried to extract answers from her through fear. But Connie wasn't buying it. She knew she had nothing to hide and had done nothing wrong.
Once more she blurted the truth, "I know nothing! I came down here as a friend of Fred's. I have been put into this awful position by a terrible man. Don't blame me.
For a strange moment, the prison warden almost believed the pathetic-looking, frenzied young girl. But just for a moment.