Chapter 5
"Now that we're alone Duia, I want to say that you're my favorite girl."
Ringo and Duia were in the cell. The other three women had skipped out on a signal from Ringo.
Duia lounged against the wall, smoking a cigarette. She could have cared less if she was the favorite of the guard but as long as she was in prison there was no reason not to enjoy his compliment.
She smiled. "You're pretty good yourself Ringo."
"Why do you call me Ringo? Call me daddy. That would make it better . . . You call me daddy and things'll go real smooth."
Duia thought this was going to far. Calling him Ringo, being friendly with a bull was one thing, but having to call him 'daddy' was quite another. As far as she knew her father was still knocking around and as long as he was he'd be her father.
"Com'on honey, say it." Ringo's voice got a bit irritated-the playfulness was replaced by command.
Duia faltered. She tried saying it, she tried forcing from her lungs the words that he wanted to say but she couldn't. She couldn't say, "yes, you're my daddy and I love you as daddy."
Ringo began slapping his fist into his palm. "You're my favorite Duia but I won't tolerate insolence. Now, either tell me that I'm your daddy or else!"
Duia was shaking. The hair on her arms were standing on end. There was grave menace in the man's voice. She was afraid but even fear couldn't make her say what he wanted to her.
He got red in the face. His whole countenance had changed. When the 'sister' had left he had been soft and mellow. Now he was hard and brutal. He began to take his belt off.
"Daddy's goin' to have to do a bit of disiplin' now." He whacked the belt, snapping it in the air, making Duia flinch.
"Take off your uniform," he ordered.
Duia didn't comply at first. He snapped the belt closer to her body. She began unbuttoning.
She unbuttoned the uniform and climbed out, revealing the glistening flesh of her naked being. Her tits bounced firmly in front of Ringo's eyes. Her sleek belly dipped down to her obsidian cunt that seemed to reflect back at the guard. Ringo was staring at it, his eyes bulging out toward the sleek fine hairs of the pussy.
He waved to her, indicating her to turn around. She did so, telling herself, 'Yes, he's going to whip me . . . just hold on . . . don't let on that it hurts . . . '
Before she could finish her thought Ringo raised his arm and slapped the leather belt against her back.
'Whack!'
She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. She didn't want to give him any satisfaction. She wanted to defy the guard with her stoicism.
'Whack!'
He stung her again with the belt, sending a pulsing pain up her spine. The pain fingered out along her flesh, coursing the pores and boiling them into hot blisters.
Still, she didn't say a word. She bit down with her jaws, trying to will the pain away.
"This hurts me more than it does you, babe," the guard moaned. He wheeled back and stung her again, cutting her sleek back with the belt.
Blood began to drip down her back, dripping down her spine and into the crack of her ass.
Duia could feel the blood-she could feel the oozing substance leave her flesh and roll down the bone of her spine.
Ringo withdrew the belt and measured her in his eye.
"Oh God, your back is all fucked up. Look's like you got cut up in your ass by some fuckin' boyfriend." He was referring to the knife wounds afflicted on the ass by Sam, the man in the kitchen.
Duia was not going to tell him what had happened. If he wanted to believe that the knife cuts were made by a former boyfriend that was his business.
"Turn around and face me," he ordered.
She did as he said, slumping a bit from the thrashing she'd received.
"You're going to whip me to death, is that it?"
Ringo looked a bit stunned. "Kill ya with a whip? Shit you're my little girl, why the fuck would I do that? No, shit no, I'm just gonna force you to see that I'm the boss around here.. . and when I ask you nice like to tell me I'm daddy, you say Fm daddy."
Duia stood before him, sweat rolling between her tits. Ringo raised the belt and whacked her across her belly. She flew backward from the force and slumped to the floor, huddling herself in a fetal position as Ringo loomed over.
He raised the belt and brought it on top of her.
"Oh God you're hurting me!"
"Of course it hurts, you stupid twat. It's supposed to hurt so you'll remember the next time that I ask you to follow my orders."
He whipped her over and over again. Duia was all huddled up trying to fend off the pain. But it was to no avail. The belt sliced through her feeble defense and stung her in every imaginable place.
The pain was an excruciating bolt that churned through her spine. But she couldn't deny the strange movement in her pussy. It was wet and throbbing. "My God, why is that?' she wondered.
'Whack!'
The belt came down and sliced her hand that was wrapped over her head. Her knuckles were crushed under the blow. "Com'on girl, say it. Say it or I'll whip ya till your flesh is like bacon."
But Duia wouldn't give in. She concentrated on the feeling in her pussy. The throbbing, pulsing feeling in her cunt that seemed to flare out and fight with the pain coursing through her.
Ringo reached down and grabbed her arm. Then he pulled her apart, unfolding her body so that she was naked to the belt.
He laid her straight out, eyeing the black pussy. He raised the belt and slapped it across her pubic bone, sending a sliver of pain up her. The cunt bubbled more; it frothed to the full despite the great pain caused by the thrashing belt.
"You is a stubborn one," he yelled down to her.
She looked up at the man, his eyes bulging from their sockets. His tongue was licking his lips as he pulled his arms back and flew it forward toward her tits.
She closed her eyes, then felt the end of the belt slash across her beautiful, rounded boobs-those innocent tits that shuddered under the vicious whipping.
Duia felt a bit of come flick out her pussy lips, such was the force welling up in her cunt.
Blossoming pleasure invaded the domain of pain, colliding together and fighting for supremacy. The pain would win out, then the pleasure. The alternating bursts made Duia rock back and forth, her body shaking and trembling.
"Com'on honey, tell me! Tell me I'm your daddy!"
Duia wanted to tell him to fuck off but the pain running through her flesh was too much. She writhed under the vicious, brutal attack.
"Yes! Oh shit! You're daddy! Fuck stop! You're daddy!"
Ringo let the belt swing at his side. He looked down at Duia and smiled. "Now you're comin' to your senses."
Duia was stretched out on the floor, breathing hard, the pain slowly cascading out her flesh.
The guard threw the belt to his side. "You did it, Duia. You called me daddy . . . and now you're mine."
He zipped down his pants and exposed his bulging pecker.
"You can really enjoy this now!"
He didn't even slip his pants down. He left them hanging below his ass as she spread her legs apart. "I beat your pussy and now I'm goin' to make it feel good!"
Instinctively, Duia spread her legs apart and let the man enter her. Her body throbbed with the terrible beating and she wanted nothing more than to dissipate the pain with coursing pleasure.
Ringo lurched forward and fit the head of the prick at the entrance of her pussy lips, holding it there for a moment and letting the full effect of his manhood stir her being with desire.
"Fuck me daddy! Jam it in! Fire the fucking flesh pipe through!"
Ringo whomped his throbbing pecker up the gushing confines of her twat, sending a massive dose of lust through her body.
"OOOO shit," she yelled in ecstasy.
Ringo's hot rod rammed to the utter depths of her tingling twat. The glory of the man's prick filled her cunt with white heat as if jammed and whammed like a pile driver gone out of control.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she blurted.
Her slender hips jut up and down in the air, forcing the massive prick to the celestial depths. Tidal flushes of womanly come poured forth from the roof of her drenching pussy, coating the man's prick with its hot oil.
His oaken chest pressed down on her full tits, squeezing them delightfully-the hard points of her nipples poked him, prodding the thrusting pecker fur ther and further.
"Oh shit Duia, your cunt is so slick and sweet!"
Never before had the young prisoner's experienced such sexual bliss. At first she tried controlling her movements, humping and jutting her pussy with every power stroke from the guard. But the more shi got into it the more some other force took over, commandeering her body to the limits of sexual motion.
"UUUUUUAhhhhhhhh!" she moaned in delirium, as the thickness of the prick plummeted to the inner recesses of her celestial dame. The sweet smelling juices of her pussy churned like thin runny butter.
Her arms flopped on either side of her, as if she had been stunned by a blow. Slowly she raised them and brought them around the man's ass, digging her fingers into his hairy butt. The strange feeling of the hairy ass turned her on more and more. She groped her way to his crack, running her slender finger down the crevice, making him pump harder and faster.
The boiling blade of his pecker sliced through the creamy folds of her pussy, driving lust and desire through her bones.
"OOOOAhhhhhheeeee!"
Irrepressibly, his head came down and latched his rough lips onto hers. Their tongues flicked from the darkness of their caves and looped around one another like serpents in the jungle, ritualizing some forbidden secret. When they had slicked each others tongue with their warm, misty breaths, they shot the snakes down deep into the well of their mouths; striking the tongues back and forth as if they were hot pricks diving into the moistured deep of a split pussy. In fact, Duia matched every thrust from Ringo's cock with a slinking blast from her tongue. The effect made her feel as if she were fucking him; as if she had a prick.
Her hands continued their play along his ass, traveling up and down the ass crack till she found his ass button. At first she didn't realize what it was till she probed some more. When she was aware that she had run flush into the man's most private part she twisted her finger around, digging is as far as the dry button would give.
The man responded by firing his pecker like a machine gun into the hot juices of her pussy. His thick meat rolled back and forth over her slit, shooting balloning lust embers up her flesh. The exploding coals of Eros spiraled in her being, lathering her with sexual delight.
Her hips pumped away with unrestrained power. Her whole body heaved upwards in an attempt to get the plunging pecker deeper and deeper within her effulgent well.
The finger poked and jabbed at the man's ass-hole, trying to get in despite the raw terrain. Ringo followed suit by slipping his hands beneath her ass and pulling up, charging his slicing weapon to the furthest wall of her cunt domain. At the same time he felt along the peachy texture of her ass, slipping his finger down the slick ass crack and to the moist ass-hole, separated from her drooling pussy by the merest fraction of flesh.
The sharp prod of his finger sent a sexual flame of delight up her ass and into the receptive cylinders of her spinal bones.
"AhhhhEEEEEEEEE!" she groaned. Her fulsome body heaved in the air as if she were laying on a bed of nails.
As Ringo pushed his finger further and further, she squirmed down on her ass to make the effect double.
His hot prick kept blasting the pussy with rhythmic motion. Their two bodies commingled in sweat and heat, fusing the flesh in a liquid combo of lust and desire.
Even though the guard had beat her she felt completely under his control.
Every time Ringo wheeled back then let go with a ripping thrust, she felt not only the power of his thick prick but the complete carry through of his whole self. Rippling tides of pleasure swept her, jazzing the marrow of her bones. Fire pools of erotic joy sprang from her fingertips causing her to burn the hole of Ringo's ass with fiery rectitude.
He did the same with abandon, shoving the solid finger through the peach fine flesh of her crinkled asshole and into the canyon of her bowels.
"Ahhhh," she moaned, beside herself with sexual joy. Her twat took off as if it had a life of its own. It jut up and down till it was a flashing blur of hair and flesh, reaching up to receive the deep, weal breaking thrusts of the guard.
He was snorting and huffing like a stud horse who had once been a Derby winner, trying to show the young filly he had some fast races left in him. His nose was flared and his hot stream of breath blew across Duia's face like a desert wind. All of the veins in his body pulsed with sex, the purple veins rising from his arms and neck like an engorged river running its banks.
In the pit of her belly Duia suddenly felt the burgeoning seed of orgasm manifest itself like a sunburst hidden, then suddenly breaking over a mountain ridge.
The rays of climax radiated to every part of her being, heating her flesh with want.
"EEEEEOOOOOAhhhhhhhh!" she moaned from the inner depths of her diaphragm. A volley of erotic joy emptied with her breath, making her flesh flame with unadulterated Eros.
"Oh shit, my bag. is 'bout to burst and give you a creamy present!"
"Give me all you've got!" she cried out.
Their bodies were sealed in an uncompromising position. It was as if his cock were a piston and her cunt a cylinder; and their poring sweat, the oil that kept them from burning into oblivion.
Duia felt his piston chug to the deep hold of her pussy then pause like a soaring bird on still wings; before emptying his seed like a busted hose.
"OOOOO shit," he moaned.
Duia felt her cunt fill quickly with steaming seed. The two distinct juices of their love mixed and spewed together like a love stew. The whole inside of her twat mansion felt like a clinging web of stickum.
Ringo kept whamming forward despite his dissipating strength. She could feel the mushy half-hard prick twirl in the coagulated goo of the come.
"Mmmmmm God daddy, it feel's so full!" she enthused.
Ringo kept it in as long as possible, before it finally fell out from attrition. He rolled off the heaving body of the young prisoner and laid next to her. Ringo was breathing heavily as he laid next to Duia.
"Yeah shit, you know how to fuck better then those three other's . . . you're real good."
Duia didn't say anything. Her body was whelved by the utter climax of sexual bliss. She felt the trembling flesh bubble in desire. Something had broken within her, some utter lust explosion that made her throb with desire. She hated to tell Ringo that he was her 'daddy'. But that hate was subsumed by the beauteous lush of pleasure that made her pussy tickle with want.
Ringo was heaving his chest, drawing all the sex odored air into his lungs.
She wanted to fuck again. There was some unstoppable impulse within her that wanted to feel the meat of the guard way up her twat.
She scrambled up and dipped over his pecker, the pecker that was sagging in waste.
She sucked it in the full of her mouth, making the dick stand on end. Then she straddled the guard, squatting over the pecker and peeling her pussy lips back with her fingers.
She lowered down on the shaft, slowly and tantalizingly dancing on the throbbing pecker.
"UUUUUUUU," she moaned, as the cock slipped through the bubbling sea, headed for the harbored cunt.
When the pecker was secured to the hilt she began undulating back and forth on it as if on the surface of a rolling tide.
Ringo surged his hips upward and met the plunging pussy with a thrusting heave, showering the woman in the purple glow of sex.
"Ahhhhhh!" she moaned sensuously.
The pecker coasted through the boiling, seething lather of her pussy and rammed the wall of her twat like a crazed galley ship.
"EEEEEOOOOOOHHHHHUUUUUU!" Duia cried. She bent forward, so that her tits were delectable apples ripe for eating.
Ringo opened his mouth and held one, rolling his tongue over the erect nipple and pumping a voracious spray of lust through the veins of the young woman.
Her cunt raised up and down off the red hot pecker, like an exploding sail, losing, then catching the fullness of the wind.
"Keep taking it to me!" she cried in fever. She could feel the pecker bust inside her twat not wanting to let go. She wanted this one to last forever.
With a terrific lunge Ringo flushed his groin to the entrance of the woman's pussy and let her throbbing muscles massage it to bliss.
"Ahhhh," he groaned.
She felt Ringo's hand slip beneath her bucking ass and scramble through the buns to the tight ass-hole of her desire. A bit of come had spilled out between her pussy lips and deposited in the hole, making it halfway slick.
Duia had no such luck with his ass-hole. It was dry and giveless but she tried cramming her finger in just the same.
"OOOOOEEEEEE!" she hollered, as she felt the guards fingertip sneak into the wet hole.
"UUUUEEEEE!" Ringo blurt, almost in surprise, as Duia's finger gouged the man's bowels and infested it with her appendage.
"Oh shit woman, ram it in there!"
Duia complied with pleasure, screwing the finger as far in as possible. Ringo's body gesticulated wildly with every prod. His cock burrowed into her pussy like a crazed jackhammer, pounding one wall of her dripping cunt, then the other.
"Ahhhhoooooooo!" she cried in ecstasy. She shoved on the finger as hard as she could, skidding it into the raw tightness of the man's ass.
"Fuck! Oh fuck! All the come in my body is goin' to lather over you!" he was yelling like one possessed. "You're goin' to drown in it and it's goin' to be sink or swim!"
An image of herself thrashing in an ocean of hot, sizzling come blossomed in her head. As the image washed from her head she heard Ringo groan and then felt the hot, bubbling froth of his seed splatter in her pussy, giving it a warm, sticky sensation.
The sloshing come seemed to spur her on and she wheeled her body into high gear, at the same time feeling the guards cock recede within her.
"Com'on daddy, keep it going!" she pleaded in a sex imbibed voice.
The galloping stampede of her orgasm broke the barriers of her corral and romped through her flesh unrestrained.
"AhhhhhEEEEEEE!" she was beside herself with lust. The fiery eroticism of climax poured through her veins like white hot quicksilver, provoking her body to the limits of desire.
Ringo continued to hold on, despite the fact that his cock was shriveled inside the furious motion of the hot, orgastic pussy.
Their two fingers continued their play in the holes of their asses, poking and screwing them for all their worth. Their bodies were locked in a wild weld-like flesh pretzels.
"OOOOOUUUUUU DOG SHIT!" Duia whined.
The boiling fever of orgasm swept her like a desert wind sending her off to sexual heaven.
Ringo could no longer move for fear that his prick would fall from the drooling hole. Instead, he buried his groin flush to the vibrating hair of Duia's black cunt and held tight.
The young prisoner rode him like a crazed cowgirl. She took her finger from his ass and leaned forward on his chest, blasting her pussy with uncontrolled fury.
Ringo looked like he was going to expire. Sweat poured from his face as Duia pulled the reins and whooped a rebel call.
Ringo's cock could no longer hold it in. It popped out and slithered through Duia's slick pubic hair, making the black turn whitish yellow.
Duia got off and stood over him, laughing. "I tell you something daddy. You're fucking old and out of shape."
Ringo grimaced. "Shit, what do you expect, fuck girl, I've gotten a real workout these last few days.. . fuck, I'm goin' to have to take another shower."
Duia felt a trickle of come slide down her legs and she scooped it with her hand before depositing it in her mouth.
"Shit," Ringo muttered, "you eat that come like it was honey."
"Sweeter daddy . . . it's sweeter."
Duia licked her finger off and went to pick her clothes up. Ringo stared at her back, the back that he'd hammered with his belt. He started to open his mouth as if to apologize or make some comment but he didn't say anything.
Duia's back was riddled with belt whip marks and dried blood. He was surprised that she wasn't writhing in pain.
Duia was in immense pain but she didn't want to show it. She didn't want Ringo to gain any more satisfaction. But she was definitely in pain. Sweat poured down her sleek back and rolled into the cuts that were beginning to clot in scabs. Every move she made, made her tingle with pain. She shuddered in chilling hurt. But she'd be stoic. Never would she let the guard know she was in pain.