Chapter 6
Feeling the hard coldness forced against his fingers, Satchmo opened one blood shot eye, his black forehead furrowed deeply from sleep. "Huh ...?" His blurry eyes focused on Butch Hotchkins sitting next to him on the employee lounge sofa, legs spread wide, elbows resting on his knees. His black hair contrasted wickedly with the pure white of his pajamas.
"Hey, Satch ... how's 'bout a little JD to warm the blood?" He unscrewed the cap for the older man, took a swig for himself, smacked his lips and held it out for Satchmo to follow suit. It took no coaxing. They sat in the lounge exchanging stories as if they were sitting in some two-bit a glass beer joint down by the tracks.
Satchmo wiped the spittle with the back of his hand. "Gonna get a little, huh, kid?" They laughed and slapped palms. "Miss Amy ...?" Satchmo shook his woolly head, his bloodshot eyes focusing on something unseen ... "Yeah, get it while ya can, kid ... keeps ya young. Wouldn't mind a little pussy m'self. Back in the jazz days, man ... " And here he shook his head, maintaining that distant gaze. "Miss Amy ..." His dark lips parted into a toothy grin and he stroked his crotch. "In my days, when we talked about a piece of ass, we didn't mean pussy." He winked at the younger man. "Want a little help, kid?"
Butch was taken off guard. "Sure, man." He grabbed the bottle from the night guard's hand and poured the booze down his throat. "Miss Amy, she's a real screamer ... so if you hear noise comin' from the back room don't pay it no matter."
Satchmo held up the half empty bottle in salute, chortling. "Get 'er in the ass, kid, get 'er in the ass!" he bellowed as Butch disappeared through the doorway, heading toward the nurses' station.
Amy hummed to herself, filling the emptiness of night with a top 40 tune as she picked up her handbag and stole around the glass cage toward the ladies' room. Her polished fingernails flicked on the light, bathing the room in a yellow glow. She dumped her handbag down on the cot and fumbled around its messy interior for the ivory handle of her hairbrush. Its boar hair bristles stroked at the strawberry tendrils of hair curling about her ears. She turned her head this way and that, studying her profile in the compact mirror.
Yes, she looked the same despite her goose bumping anxiety at being locked up alone with a dozen sexually perverted kooks! ... and that beast Butch Hotchkins! Lush, youthful, almost pristine, her ivory skin was smooth and unflawed with a tiny patch of freckles across her nose. Her twenty-six years didn't show the slightest hint of stress, only a dull sadness that never left her grey eyes, of which she was not aware. Again she dipped into her cosmetic bag for her lips gloss this time, and smeared it on with her fingertips. Leaning close to the mirror, she pooched her lips together, evening out the color, when suddenly the door creaked open and a dark shadow wedged itself in. Amy's lips parted in a silent scream, her dull gray eyes alight with terror.
Whirling around, she came face to face with Butch Hotchkins who stood grinning at her, his burly arms crossed over his broad chest like the man on the Mr. Clean bottle.
"Like what you see?" he asked, leering suggestively at her body, his dark eyes raking from her fluttering eyelashes down to her succulent lips parted in fright, down past her white swan-like neck demurely exposed in her very proper uniform, down to the heavy weight of her melonous breasts rising and falling now in the shallowness of her breathing.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she demanded, her lips pursing unapprovingly, her eyes roving over the six feet two inches of imposing virility separating her from the door ... and safety. "Get out of here this minute!" she spat.
"Why, Miss Amy ... talkin' to me like that after the good time we had last night?" A crooked smirk ruined the symmetry of his square jawed features. She drew in her breath as he kicked open the door and stood squarely in the doorway, spreading his arms high above his head to grab onto the door frame above, as if to show off his bulging biceps poking out from under the sleeves of his T-shirt. Her eyes stuck on the darkened patches of perspiration encircling his underarms, and her nostrils stung from the male essence of him. Joe ... Joe had smelled like that when he came in from the garage after working on his bike. Amy shuddered, backing up until she plastered herself against the sink, a scream dying in her throat.
"This is the rehabilitation ward, isn't it Miss Hanson? When I get out, I can get me a job as a male attendant in a place for kooky ladies. Now wouldn't that be fun ... gettin' 'em all hot and foamin' at the mouth ... "
His bitter words were rusted with irony, but it was his nefariously crooked smile that irked her, that diabolical grin that hinted at something she didn't understand ... yet. Experimentally, she garnered up her courage to advance two steps until she was nearly touching him. He didn't flinch and he didn't move to let her pass. His intention was clear.
Butch stretched his muscular thigh to the side, blocking her passage. "You ain' goin' nowhere, Miss Amy ... you and me is stayin' here for a party." His gimlet eyes glared into hers, snickering, mocking.
"Don't do this to yourself, Butch," pleaded Amy, her faltering courage giving way to deeper fear. "You'll only hurt yourself. They'll put you in the sheets and lock you up in a padded room! You've got to be either crazy or stupid to think you can get away with this."
Amy's neck pulled with tension as she stared up into those forboding eyes whose glimmering evil contrasted sharply with the half grin on his handsome face. "Last night you spit in my face and tonight you're worried about my future." He tutted mockingly. "Don' work, honey. Good try, but no dice."
Amy's heart sank as she heard his words. Mustering all her courage, she shot for an alternative approach, the soft womanly one this time. Gently, she stroked her hand over his chest, her fingertips spreading to cover his heart. "Why make me suffer, Butch? I didn't mean to hurt you or insult you. I like you." She swallowed her pride when she said it. "I hate to admit it, but I liked what happened between us last night, but ... " She faltered, struggling for the right words, then went on impulsively. "If you care for me at all, don't hurt me this way."
Butch stood unmoving, his upper lip curling in amusement, staring down at her contemptuously. "Nice acting, girl, but it ain't gonna work." His arrogant words cut through Amy's misery and she worked to still her sobs. "You and that bitch Tomkins have been eggin' us on, directing our lives ... tonight you're gonna take orders from me!" he said sourly.
No, thought Amy furiously. I'm taking orders from no one.
"You do not tell me what to do, Butch Hotchkins!" she blazed. "Now let me out of here before I call the night guard!" Angrily, she clenched her hands into fists and started beating against his chest, her strawberry pug's hair pins flying out of her upswept hair-do. She gritted her teeth, breath hissing between them, her nostrils flaring and her cheeks red. He didn't bat an eyelash.
Amusedly, his steely hands clamped over her lithe arms, stilling them. "Don't upset yourself, Miss Amy." His smile faded and his eyes gleamed cold as gun metal. "I'm going for something big, not some lousy rape. Besides, I got a pack of camels says you is fillin' out them bra cups and not a hunk of cotton."
"Oh, you ..." She grit her teeth against the effort of wriggling free of his grasp, her nurse's cap sitting askew on her mussed hair like some lopsided comical crown.
"Hey, calm down!" His grip tightened. "Don't use up all that energy before my buddies get here."
Before she knew what was happening, Butch took her arm in a brutal grip and dragged her back inside the ladies room and tossed her harshly down on the cot. The emergency button, she thought frantically, if I could just press it! But as she tried to rise, the man caught her shoulders and threw her back down on the mattress, pinning her and holding her there with his broad palm over her slender throat. His face twisted into a frightening mask of cruel fury and he leaned over, breathing hotly into her fear-stricken face.
"You won't make a fool of me in front of my buddies or I swear to Christ I'll kill you!" His breath snorted out of his nostrils. "Now are you gonna cooperate or do I have to get nasty?"
Although his hand was crushing her windpipe, cutting off her air supply until she saw tears, Amy managed to croak her consent. Immediately, he removed his palm. "Get out of that uniform before it's in ribbons."
She lay beside where he sat on the cot. Amy's eyes met his and she saw the lack of compassion in them. "I said get outta those clothes!" he repeated.
As her fumbling fingers tore at the buttons, fear tore at her chest. Compliantly, though, she slipped out of her crisp uniform, her lacy brassiere, her half slip and pantyhose. She couldn't bring herself to bare her starving genitals to this man's hungry eyes ... it was too contemptible to think of!
As she lifted her gray frightened eyes to him, his began to roam over the smooth, ripe curves of her naked body, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. Against her will, she felt a thrill of excitement tear through her body. To be naked in bed with a man after two long years!
"Now that we've got that one settled," he began softly, reaching over to pinch her nipples into hard peaks of tingling sensation making them pucker into rosebuds. "Now you're the patient and I'm the nurse ... nice little game, ain't it? Now you have to do what I say."
Amy could feel her traitorous body coming alive under his fingertips, throbbing and burning with growing excitement. Her mind blocked out his voice, concentrating on his actions. She did not notice as anger mixed with the lust in his expression.
"Ain't that right?" he repeated, tweaking her nipple harder.
A tiny moan escaped her throat as she felt the need churning in her loins.
"Answer me, cunt!" he shouted, twisting both nipples cruelly.
Jagged spears of pain shot from Amy's twin milky peaks as he continued to twist and pull brutally at her reddened nipples and, wrenched from her dreamy arousal, she struggled frantically to free herself from his excruciating grip. A rush of adrenaline flooded her veins and she managed to tear herself from his agonizing grasp and leapt up from the cot to run for the door. He caught her in mid leap-before her feet touched the floor-his hands clamped over her arm, slamming her back down on the mattress. She lay there quivering, naked except for the silly nurse's cap cocked on her head.
"All right, bitch." He panted from the exertion. "We'll do it the hard way!"
His hairy arms lifted as he tore his T-shirt off over his head and holding it between his bear-sized hands, ripped it to ribbons. Testing its strength between his clenched fists, he smiled in satisfaction, then turned on Amy who lay trembling on the rumpled Army blanket, its kakhi green the perfect complement to her creamy skin and strawberry hair.
"You make one move, bitch, and I'll slap you unconscious."
Amy's eyes widened in terror as she realized his intent.
"No, Butch, please," she begged. "I won't run away ... "
Butch snickered. "Damn right, you won't," he muttered, brutally yanking one of her slender wrists to the top of the mattress. With quick, efficient movements, he knotted the strip of cloth around her wrist, then wound the ends around the springs beneath the cot, drawing her arms up tight. When he was finished, there was barely enough slack in the bond for blood to circulate into her hand. No chance of pulling free this time. He repeated the procedure on the other wrist while she lay staring up at him, her face impassive, her eyes glinting. Butch laughed cruelly.
"You'll pay for this, you ... you rapist!" she spat up at him with slitted eyes.
"Fun, ain't it?" he smirked. "These fuckin' rags ain' nothin' compared to livin' behind bars and eatin' slop for breakfast and watching cunt nurses paradin' their tight asses in front of your nose. And that ain' all, little lady ... when my friends get here we will have fucked you every way but Sunday. Now shut that mouth before I stick it full of cock!"
Amy's throat was so dry her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth as she watched Butch turn his back and hooking his thumbs in his drawstring bottoms, pull them down over his hirsute buttocks, down to his knees and over his ankles. She wriggled, trying to loosen the ties, but it was no use. The knots were too tight and she abandoned her efforts before he saw her struggle. Joe had never raised a little finger against her, and the thought of this monstrous man whacking her made her shudder. Tied to a bed made her feel horribly humiliated. She was at this powerful man's mercy, this man who was filled to brimming with contempt for women. Yes, she must cooperate with Butch and his ugly friends. Oh God! She remembered then! Josh ... a Black man! Joe would turn over in his grave if he knew his wife was being ravished by a black man.
Her train of thought screeched to a halt as Butch turned around, completely naked, kneeling down on the bed. His long purple-veined cock was partially erect, a pearl of pre-cum oozed from its shiny tip. Just the sight of it started the involuntary fevered churning between her legs and, though she hated herself for thinking it, she had to admit it would solve a lot of guilt feelings having that powerful hardness filling her warm hungry pussy instead of her skinny fingers. Just the idea made her shiver with anticipation and, in spite of herself, a half grin crossed her face. Yes ... he would shove his penis into her, release his tension and that would be that. She closed her eyes, feeling the weight of his body lowering onto the bed beside her, the anticipation of his fingers touching her tingling body, his warm lips pressing hard on hers, weakening her fears.
To her shock though, she felt him lifting her head and she opened one eye to see him gathering up his pajamas, her uniform and the flat polyester filled pillow no bigger than an airplane napping one. He wadded them up and yanking Amy's head up from the bed, wedged them between and slammed her head back down, her chin nearly tickling her chest. Her eyes stared at the dimple of his navel, surrounded by forests of black hair. She looked up to see his face wreathed in a grin of cruel mockery.
Joe had been very good in bed, but this position they had never tried. "What ... what are you going to do?" she questioned, puzzled and frightened by his strange arrangement of bodies.
"For starters I think you're gonna suck a little cock," he said, smiling sadistically. "How would you like that?"
Oh dear God, no! Her mind screamed. Why couldn't he be satisfied with just using her body in the natural way ... or by sticking his fingers into her pussy, or sucking her breasts. She watched in terrified disbelief as he lifted a leg over her naked body and positioned himself with his buttocks above her breasts, his knees snug into her armpits, his throbbing, seeping cock dangling before her face.
"N-no, Butch, please," she whined, her lower lip quivering in terror, knowing already that to ask would only rile his contempt. "I-I can't ... I can't do that ... I've never ... "
"Hey, hey ... patients don't argue," he growled, snaking his long, blood-heavy cock before her eyes. A dribble of its pre-cum pealed from its tip, dropping a sticky puddle onto her cleavage. "Kiss my cock!"
Amy closed her eyes. The humiliation, the debasement ... oh, Lord, it couldn't go on. When she refused, rolling her head from side to side to avoid touching the heated flesh with her lips, Butch grabbed her cruelly by the shoulder, digging into her soft flesh until she cried out in pain. "Open your mouth, you fucking slut!" snarled he. To speed her response, he grabbed a handful of her strawberry hair that was slowly coming undone from its pug, and yanked until her eyes watered from the pain.
"Oow! You're ... hurting me!" she sobbed, whimpering.
"Open your fucking mouth and it won't hurt!"
Slowly, Amy parted her gloss-slick lips, trembling from fright and suppressed pain.
"Now, put your lips around the head of my cock," he bellowed, his dark eyes dancing. "And suck it!"
Fear and mortification came out in a moan, but Amy did as he directed, closing her succulent lips hesitantly around the blunt, shiny head of his rubbery staff. Joe had never forced into anything this disgusting or filthy, but to her surprise it didn't taste as bad as it looked and she could taste the bitter-sweet piquancy of a clear, sticky substance already oozing from the tiny opening at the end. Hmmmmm ... not that bad, and far better than being beaten. His knees tightened against her arm pits with that first tentative swath of the tongue and Amy was certain it had grown a full inch in those few seconds. Despite the horror of her bondage, she felt an unmistakable tremor of excitement at the spicy, pungent taste of the warm, male semen on her palate. Experimentally, she twirled her tongue over the thick purplish head and her efforts were rewarded by a deep moan of appreciation. That, Amy noticed, was the first positive word he'd used in her presence.
"Nice baby, now lick it," he breathed, panting slightly from the excitement of seeing his cock stuffed in the mouth of Nurse Hanson, the woman who drove every man on that ward damned near berserk with blue balls. Reluctantly, he pulled his heated maledom free of her lips and growled, "Lick it like a sucker. Lick it all over and keep your eyes open so you can see what you're doing!"
Amy stared mesmerically at the long-veined pole that rose like a stone monolith in the dark patch of his loins. It jerked in front of her nose, settling there like an annoying fly. "I said lick it!" He jerked it again, but Amy just stared. It was hard, so hard that the skin stretched tautly over its surface shone like a polished opal and the thick veins that covered it like a road map pulsed madly against the tightly drawn opaque skin. Below that, his two pendulous balls in their softly swaying sacs, swollen and heavy with the sperm that boiled within. Hesitantly, the nurse ran her tongue down its hot rubbery length, feeling the blood pulse against her tongue, daintily licking it all the way, swabbing the wet pinkness over its hairy base, then along its veined underside.
As she slaved over her chore Amy began to feel a strange perverse pleasure growing in the pit of her stomach at the thought of being used this way ... tied to a bed, being forced into performing fellatio on a convict. And it was appropriate ... it didn't debase her bittersweet memories of loving Joe. Deep in her smooth muscled belly, she could feel that churning, burning heat, coursing its way from the center of her womanhood to the tips of her puckered nipples. Amy sucked a little harder.
Above her, the convict trembled from the exquisite sensation of her wet tongue slaving over his cock that dangled and jabbed at her delicate features. As if he could read her thoughts, he moaned and growled. "Okay, baby ... enough of the licking shit. Now suck it!"
Her gray eyes flashed up at him, her feathery eyelashes fluttering over her cheekbones, the glint in them saying yes. Quickly, Amy trailed her pink tongue back over the rubbery shaft and obediently ovaled her soft lips and slipped them gently over the shiny, naked head. Butch groaned and flicked his strong hips forward, sliding the full ten inches of lust-engorged flesh into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth and down the full length of her velvety tongue until the tip banged brutally against the back of her throat. Panic flooded Amy's mind as she gagged, but comply she must. She sucked, simultaneously slipping her tongue up and down the erect hotness, nibbling softly at the base with her front teeth.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaggghhh!" her rapist gasped. "Oh, suck it baby, suck ittttt!" He threw back his head, his square lower jaw dropping in a moan of ecstasy. Yes, these nurses ...
Slowly, Butch began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking into her ovaled mouth as if it were a naked cunt. Obediently, Amy tried to suck on his purple veined penis, but she could barely catch her breath before he rammed it down her throat, grazing her tonsils again. Her reddened cheeks hollowed on each out-stroke, then bloated balloonishly when he rammed those slippery ten inches back in, almost choking her.
It was terrifying, being tied down and forced to do these nasty things, but shoving the pain of her straining arms out of her mind helped to ease the humiliation. She endured this torture minute by minute, never looking at the total picture of her helplessness for fear it might overwhelm her senses and then, no doubt, she would start screaming ... and he would have to strike her, silencing her. No, it was best she concentrate on this strangely fascinating cudgel drubbing into her mouth, saying hello to her tonsils with each ramming thrust into her throat. In a strange masochistic way it thrilled her to know she had no choice; she could not move her head. No choice in the matter, no guilt for her actions. She had to suck on this pulsating hunk of male meat or be beaten to a pulp. As if to prove her subservience to his mastery, Amy managed to raise her head enough to bob it up and down in a cooperative gesture while Butch slammed into her mouth demonically.
Butch Hotchkins was laughing inside. In minutes Josh and Ben should be joining him, and then, by God, they'd have one hell of a party! He glanced down, studying the ovaled, glossy lips stretching tightly around the thick base of his cock. He worked his jaws together, feeling the adrenaline shoot through his body to his cock, making it jerk inside her mouth. He could see tiny ridges of soft pink flesh as he pulled back from her gently sucking lips that disappeared back inside as he slid it forward again. A laugh gurgled in his throat as he watched his pubic hair brush against the sides of her mouth creating a little mustache there while his sperm heavy testicles battered against her dimpled chin.
God, she was good, he thought. What a sight with her delicate lips wrapped around his big, hard prick ... the sexy little touch-me-not blowing a child molester! His hips rolled in a controlled rhythm, as if on ball bearings, and he sawed away, back and forth, never quite drawing it all the way out ... leaving the nakedly seeping tip inside the warm moistness of her mouth ... then plumbing her throat on the hip flex. He saw her eyes water as she gagged on his virility. Good for the little bitch ...! He rammed harder and then ...
"Oh, shit!" Butch threw back his head, his abdominal muscles going stiff. "Oh suck it, bitch, suck harder!" screamed Butch locking his hands hard around the back of Amy's bobbing head, drawing it over his rigidity until only a quarter inch at the base protruded wet and glistening from her wildly sucking lips. He gnashed his teeth, determined to drown her as his balls erupted and her throat constricted and relaxed, swallowing in great gulps the hot, sticky cum he was spewing into her mouth.
The starched white nurses hat wilted into a crumpled nest of white atop her head where Butch's powerful hands gripped at her hair. Amy's pink cheeks were blood red as they expanded and hollowed as she gulped at the warm flooding gushes to keep from drowning. He didn't let go of his grasp until she sucked away every last wiggling little sperm. Finally, he grunted in satiation and his cock deflated in her mouth like a punctured balloon. The reddened, sticky worm withered in her mouth and fell lifelessly from her lips. Butch's six feet two inches of muscle bound flesh crumpled in total exhaustion beside the nervously quivering nurse on the cot. His hairy chest rose and fell with the labor of his breathing.
Through the rationalizations and plumped-up excuses, Amy wagged an accusing finger. Naughty girl ... what would Joe think of you now? Suddenly her gray eyes popped into saucers and her jaw dropped. Josh and Ben ... oh, God, they would come pounding at the door any second ... and then what! Her wrists ached dully from the tightness of the bonds that held her to the bed.
"Butch ... please ... I swear I won't report you ... but don't ... oh God, don't let Josh and Ben do this to me!" She turned her pathetically flushed face to him, her glossy lips turning down at the corners, quivering. A shiny thread of his sperm dribbled like spittle from one side.
Butch reached up and tweaked her cheek jovially. "Don't worry, sweetheart ... you got enough there for three men."
He chortled lewdly, cruelly, wiping her mouth clean. "For gosh sakes, honey, wipe your mouth after eating, we got guests comin'."
Amy withered inside. Virtue, like birds on wing, was heading home to roost.