Chapter 6

She was scared silly. Had he left? For good? Had she, through her struggling and protests, driven her one hope away? She looked uncertainly about the room. What would she do if he didn't return, she wondered. Her gaze settled on the sliver of mirror hung on the wall. She'd slit her wrists, that's what. She'd kill herself before allowing Slick Jack and the other blacks to abuse her again.

Her heart leaped into her throat when the door burst open, and Tony, looking more frightened than she was, strode into the room. She gulped - on the one hand relieved, but noting the incredible bulge at his crotch and recalling the maniac cock that had fucked her every whichway.

Their gazes locked. She wanted to say something appropriate; she wanted to tell him she was glad he came back, but to leave her alone because her pussy was raw, and ... and she didn't know what all.

"I ... I t-thought you had g-gone for good," she managed in a small voice. "I... I..."

"You missed this!" Tony supplied, clutching his monstrous hardon.

"No!"

Tony laughed - a deep, lusty sound. She watched him close and lock the door, come toward her. God, he was huge. His prick stuck out like a crowbar. His nuts were softballs bulging inside the khakis. She recalled the driving power in his lean hips, the strength in his hands and arms. He was hard muscle all over. Brute force. All man.

She thought suddenly of Mike, her fiance, who was nowhere near as tall and masculine as Tony. She remembered the last time they made love ... the gentleness ... endearments. Mike would never hurt her, she knew. Mike would never make her- commit the horrid perversions Tony had subjected her to. Never, not once, had Mike even dared to twist a finger up her tight rectum, or suggest that she blow him. With Mike it was love, where, with the man coming toward her, clutching his meat, taunting her with it, it was merely sex. Fucking! A dick in a cunthole, any cunthole, and pop!

She shivered. Pop! How many times had he and the others shot cum up her belly, in her mouth? She couldn't remember - she didn't dare try to keep count. She could remember only the steely length of Tony's long cock. The pain. Then the thrills, the physical willingness, in spite of mental revulsion.

She shrank back when he sat at the edge of the cot, took her hand and placed it over the bulge. She huddled inside the ridiculous hospital gown, conscious of the fact that her tits showed through the material, and that, seated as she was, legs drawn up beneath her bruised cheeks, thighs bare, he could look under the hem of the garment and probably see her blonde pubic curls. The beast! The pig! she thought. She stared into his dark lidded eyes, read the lust there. Her pussy tingled. Her nipples grew taut. She waited for him to say something. She braced herself for what was to come ... the dirty words ... the dirtier actions. She felt tiny. Helpless. At the mercy of the man with a prick so big it had to be the eighth wonder of the world.

Grinning, Tony undid the zipper of his fly. He thrust her small hand inside the pants, closed her fingers around the shaft of his rod, and made her take it out.

Jeanie gasped, awed anew by the sight of him. The pear-shaped glans seemed to have grown. Her cunthole quivered. Goose-bumps popped all over her bottom. It was impossible; she knew she'd taken the evil thing in her pussy and mouth, but looking at it, seeing it in full bloom and ready to dip - which hole this time? - and contemplating the tightness of her tender pink sheath, was like trying to imagine a giant redwood fucked up her belly.

"Wanna suck it ?" asked Tony. He moved her hand slowly up and down the hard stalk, made her feel the veins and ridges. His own hand crept up the inside of her thigh, under the hem of the hospital gown to her pussy.

"D-don't! I ... I'm so s-sore. I ... it feels like ... I-like ... oh, like the first time I ... I ... the f-f-first time I ..."

"The first time you was fucked?"

"Ummm."

"Man! I bet that was some screw." Tony leaned close, nuzzled her firm breasts. His fingers weaved intricate designs in her cunthair. He held her hand tight to his stiffness, pressed her back until she unfolded her legs and slid down on the soiled bedding. The hem of the hospital gown shifted high on her hips. He stared at her pussy.

Why her, she wondered. What had she done to warrant such continuous torture? She felt his hot gaze on her sex, felt the fingers slipping lower, inching close to her slit. Her hips bucked. She too glanced down. Her little blonde wedge was still stiff with hard cum, the mound beneath swollen. How much punishment was she expected to endure? How long could her senses survive in a body that refused - even in pain, even while she hollered and fought - to lie still?

Tony lifted her shoulders, reached beneath her and undid the tie strings holding the gown closed on top. He made her let go of his cock, raise her arms. He tossed the garment to the floor. "You dig bein' forced, don't ya, baby?" "I don't, I ..."

But it was no good; she could tell by the look in his eye that he knew, had recognized the signs of arousal. It was the same look her father got when, as a young girl, she had done something naughty and lied. Was she two people? Wanton flesh and a mind that rebelled ?

"Know what I want?" said Tony.

She stared wide-eyed into his face ... anticipating ... dreading ... not sure what she felt, but ashamed. - Her father! Her own lovable Daddy! Why was it her thoughts kept returning to him ... the nights she'd sat in his lap ... the time on the sofa ... in the water, when he held her plump bottom? Incest! What was happening to her? What had become of the clean-minded good girl she was only the day before?

The fingers returned to her bush, tore a sob from her lips. A moment ago she'd been frightened, thinking Tony had left her to fend for herself in the riot-torn prison, and then happy to see him, and now ... ? Her head thumped in confusion. Her pulse raced. Did it matter at all what she thought anymore? Would anything she said or did change what was going to happen? No! There was no way to dissuade the handsome brute. Yet a part of her, a part that was growing weaker with each caress, demanded a token resistance.

"Stoooooooooop!" she wailed, pushing at his broad chest, knowing it was hopeless but compelled to try.

Again Tony laughed. The hand on her lush pussy slipped lower, coaxing her thighs apart. She bit her lip, watched his grinning face as the fingers brushed, her swollen wet cunthole. She held her breath, expecting the darts to rake across her clit and grind up her vulva. But the fingers didn't stop there. They slipped farther and farther down, into the pinched crack of her ass to the tiny brown pocket the man at the infirmary had reamed.

"Oh, no. No! No! Noooooooo!" She threw one leg over the other, trying desperately to close her plump cheeks. "No! N-not there. PLEEEEZE! Oh! OH! OHHHHHHH! n-n-noooooooo!"

Tony ignored her. His fingers bored in, forcing her delicate sphincters open. One rough dart slipped in to the first knuckle. Another followed. "I gotta get some of your sweet little asshole," he breathed hot in her face. "Man, it's fucking tight. TIGHT! Give a little, Jeanie. Jeanie, baby. Open your legs. Lemme juice it up some beforehand. It won't hurt if you help."

"It'll hurt anyway," she bellowed, recalling the sharp stab of pain when the other man, Slick Jack's buddy, fucked it up her small rear. "It ... I... oh, I'm too little back there. You ... your t-t-thing is too bi-ig! Please. No. Stop. It... it'll hurt something aw-fulf"

She gulped, stunned when the fingers popped wetly from her asshole, and Tony stood and began to undress. Had he relented? Pity? Did he have a heart, after all ? She was almost ready to believe itf to thank him, when the last garment fell from his magnificent frame, and he turned, rod bobbing, longer and stiffer than anything she'd ever seen, and sat again at the edge of the cot.

"Climb on my lap, baby. On this." He gripped the pulsing shaft of his dick, squeezed. The head swelled bright red with blood. A drop of clear lubricant appeared at the tip, glided smoothly down the fiery glans, over the mark of his circumcision and onto his hand. "Sit on it!"

She couldn't speak - the breath was stuck in her lungs, which refused to work, and the protests, all the futile objections she could think of, seemed small and unimpressive compared to the hard cylinder of meat he was asking her to - actually asking her to - take up her chute. He was trying to kill her, she was certain, to use her every horrible way, and leave a corpse, something that couldn't tell, couldn't point an accusing finger at him when the riot was over. She felt her legs being lifted, held aloft for a moment while he eyed her white bottom, then set down across his muscular thighs. She felt his hands at her waist. She closed her eyes and sobbed ... pussy dripping goo ... asshole twitching. She felt herself being positioned on his lap, the stiffness bending beneath her, the fat glans probing.

"Please," she whispered, horrified, yet recalling the happy lap-sitting days of her girlhood. Daddy! He had indeed wanted her, she admitted at last. She felt Tony's big prick burrowing in the crack of her ass, content for the moment to savor the heat, the satiny skin, not yet at her anus. Daddy too had longed to ream her, to fuck her back there. She'd known all along, but always, each time he came near, each time she sat in his lap and felt his dick swell - because he was Daddy and she was his little big-girl - she had forced her mind blank; unwilling to face his unwholesome desire, and unable to justify her own incestuous hunger. Like the time on the sofa ... snuggling back into him, pretending to be asleep. And recently, since she took the job at the prison, the good-night kisses that lasted too long, left both of them breathless. Daddy! She wished he had taken her. She wished he had fucked out her ass, spread her back there, so that now, Tony groaning, ready to put it in, the bigger, more demanding cock, a cock like none other, could dip smoothly instead of tearing her sphincters apart.

"Da-deccoccccc," she moaned as Tony lifted one cheek of her ass, set the hot tip at her anus and let her down. "Ah! Umahhhhhh!"

Tony's hands locked at her waist, held her from wiggling free. "What's with the ah?" He pumped upward, forced the glans up her asshole. "What's with the Daddy shit, baby? I ... ummmmmm!" He pumped again, trying to plant the thick shaft, to get it all in.

"He ... he owl Ow, Tony, it hurts I"

"Open your legs then. Swivel aroun"n' face front. Make like you're shittin' the biggest turd in your life."

The suggestion made her want to puke. Shitting! She was certain she'd never shit or pee again; never again use her. holes for anything but fucking. But she complied. She spun like a top on his joint, threw her legs wide, astraddle his knees, gritted her teeth and strained to take his rod in. And thinking of Daddy - her own handsome, incestuous daddy, who would have done her as Tony was doing when she was a girl of thirteen. If only she'd known about fucking, known as she knew now. If only she'd had courage enough to tell him she knew; that she looked forward to the lap-sitting sessions as other young girls looked forward to dances and clothes.

"Ah, honey. Honey, baby." Tony lifted her high in the air, until his dick, the part that was planted, almost popped free. He groaned, expanded and contracted the glans. He tightened his grip on her waist. Pulling her down, grinding her onto the stake, he fucked himself upward.

"To-neeeeeeeeeee!" Jeanie stiffened, the pain glazing her eyes. Her sweet little chute! He was tearing her up back there. She could feel the cruel monster-cock spreading her sphincters, making them bleed. Yet she wanted it so; she wanted it all, every stiff inch, up her belly. She couldn't say why; her mind wasn't her own anymore. Something had happened to her in the twenty-four hours since Slick Jack bared his black dick, and he and the others - how many were there? How many big dicks had she entertained ? - introduced her to degradation. She was no longer the girl who had saved herself for only one man: Mike! Mike was in Europe ... probably fucking a Parisian whore. And she was there, in a world turned upside down, a receptacle for gallons and gallons of convict goo.

She did as Tony had directed; she strained, pretending his cock was a turd, but going in instead of coming out. The pain lessened as the glans became slippery with the gook from her rectum - lesser still as he retreated, redistributing the shit from deep in her bowels, greasing the snug passage for the next mighty lunge. She whimpered. She threw her head back on his shoulder, braced herself with hands splayed on his thighs and fucked downward. It was impossible; the position was awkward, and she, her plump bottom, was far too little to accept the full length of his member. Yet she felt it going up, up. Halfway home. Grating against the membrane separating front and rear channel. Forcing her open. Stretching her. Disappearing inch by hard incredible inch into the tiny hole between her soft white buttocks.

Tony's hand shot into her crotch, cupped. His fingers slipped high in her cunthole. His other hand went to her breasts, leaving her partially impaled, suspended above the roots of the burrowing monster. He grunted, fucked his hips upward. But his dick refused to go farther, as if her sweet asshole, outraged by the steely intruder, had suddenly set up a roadblock.

"Ow. Owah. It... it won't goo," she wailed, the pain returning, firing electriclike charges into her brain. "It won't. It w-won't. Ow, it won't!"

"That's what the fuck you ah! Jesus, baby, it's hot. Hot 'n' so fuckin' tight! But it'll go.

Dammit! I'll get it up there if I have to ahhhh! Motherfucker! Honey! It'llum! Man-o-fuck-ing-man! If I have to split you up the middle, my prick's going in!" He fell back, taking her with him, wrapped his forearm around her thighs, and pulled her legs onto the cot along with his own.

Was he insane ? Completely mad, Jeanie wondered. He was rolling her onto her belly, his fat dickhead still up her ass, his balls at her cunt-hole. Her plump cheeks closed tight on his member, narrowing the channel even more and making it impossible for her to assist in the violation. Where before the entry was tiny, too close to take the entire length of his penis, it was now the eye of a needle - too tight to accommodate a toothpick, her insides screaming because of the part already embedded.

"On ummmmmm! Ah! On your hands and knees, baby." Tony's hand splayed low on her belly, lifted. He kneeled between her gaped thighs, guided her up and back. "Ah! Oh, yeah; honey. Um! It's goin' now. Ahhhhhh! Fuck your hips back. Put your head down 'n' screw."

She gasped. Her asshole and cunt were wide open, and it was indeed going in. She could feel his big dick inching bit by bit past the roadblock, conquering her reluctant rectum, making it give. Her face burned with shame and desire. She felt like a bitch; a female Chihuahua being raped in the ass by a determined Great Dane.

"Wiggle!" demanded Tony. "Fuck! Move like you did last night. Help - Jesus! Oh, man, man! Help me get the last few ah! Um! Inches in."

Gulping air, trying to catch her breath, trying not to think of the filth, the perversion, but of the rhythmic thrust of his loins, the fire scorching her clit, Jeanie rested her face on the bedding and stared past her bouncing tits - pink and white stalactites hanging from her chest, the nipples hard and pointing out at either side of the action below - past her belly - round and heaving, still lovely despite the bludgeoning it had received - more cocks in twenty-four hours than it had known in a lifetime - to where his coarse pubic hair and nuts were humping closer and closer as his meat advanced between the tender halves of her upended bottom. Tentatively she wiggled. The monster-cock slipped farther in. The hair on his balls met her cunt-lips ... tickling ... exciting the sensitive mouth of her nipping pussy. Moaning, thinking it was the most loathsome thing ever, yet felt so good - pain and all - she set her bottom in motion and watched the union completed.

"Goddam! I knew you'd be good, but man!" groaned Tony, face contorted with pleasure as he stared down at the split that had swallowed his cock to the hilt. "The best fucking asshole fuck ever. Ummm!" His hands moved roughly over her quivering cheeks ... pausing here to knead the soft flesh ... there to trace the crack with a finger, probe the blood-engorged sphincters caressing the roots of his meat. He pulled slowly back, withdrawing half the length of the shit-smeared cylinder, reversed the motion of his hips and slammed into her.

The thrust jarred her teeth. But inside, deep in her belly and cunthole, a small voice cried more! She couldn't wait for the next terrible drive. She extended her arms, took hold of the wooden frame of the cot for leverage. She leaned away from his balls - a greased gasket slipping off his long meat-piston. With all the strength in her hips, she fucked her ass swiftly back onto the stake.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Tony's hands locked at her waist, pushed her forward again and yanked her baek. "Mo-ther-fuck-er t I don't care if they give me a hundred years," he blurted. "You're worth it, honey. Worth every day. Fuck! Do like you're doin' ... on 'n' off. Go, baby. Go!"

She obeyed. The rhythm of the thumping presses in the outer shop crept into her loins, paced her buttocks. Her pussy spewed goo. She felt it running down the inside of her thighs, growing sticky as it cooled. She felt his nuts slapping her crotch. Her gaze locked on his huge wrinkled sacs. They were such silly-looking contraptions - balloons that had been blown up too many times. And his dick, although handsome now, irresistible when veiny and stiff, was an equally dopey-looking invention when limp. But within, at the heart of the dual mechanism, the cum worms were waiting to wag their way up her chute. And the small voice inside her, the cry of the wanton born in the past twenty-four hours, guided her hips, her ass, demanding she wrench the wiggly darlings up the shaft of his sex, out the fat glans, and into the hungry cavern that only moments ago had seemed too tiny, too fragile.

Frantically she fucked. She would never be the same, she knew. It was like when she was a girl, and first discovered that there was a difference between her and the boys who pulled her hair and tried to get their hands up her dress each day after school. Like when she first became conscious of the delicate pink folds of her slit. More so! Like Daddy - the time on the sofa, when she shut her mind to reality, storing the incident, but knew all along what was happening and went along with the pretense. Now her mind was a sponge ... absorbing... becoming accustomed to shame ... flashing back and comparing Mike and her incestuous Daddy. Her loins thrashed out of control ... bucking ... grinding on and off Tony's tool. The voice in her belly grew louder; the one in her head - conscience? Morals? - grew faint, almost imperceptible. She closed her eyes, sobbed. Images danced at the back of her eyelids ... her father in shorts, his big dick hanging limp until she entered the room in pajamas, then growing, rising up hard while she pretended it wasn't there, and then climbing onto his lap - his own little big-girl. And Mike, his smaller, less handsome hardon, dipping wetly in and out of her pussy ... always the same ... never varied ... dull. Not like Slick Jack. Spider. Tony and the others. What was wrong with her was that she liked what was happening, she realized. She was a good girl who didn't want to be good, who wanted to be raped and abused. Who wanted to be fucked every which way.

"Almost. Al - ah! AHHHHHH!" Tony's hands closed low on her thighs, yanked her legs out from under her. His weight came down, knocking the last ounce of breath from her lungs - a mountain of hard muscle and dick, crushing her like a bug underfoot.

She didn't care. She cared only that he was coming. She could feel it in the head of the stake up her ass. It swelled. It seemed to grow longer. She tightened her cheeks, held him trapped. "Do it," she heard herself moan in an alien voice. "Oh, please. Shoot! Fuck out my asshole. Like ... oh, like Daddy wanted to. Hard! Fuck cum up meeee!"

"Goddam!" Tony went rigid. His hands closed on her tits. His dick exploded.

Jeanie yelled. The thing inside her jerked, triggering her clit into orbit. Her eyes rolled. Her throat filled with saliva. She couldn't think, breathe, move. Hot thrills spiraled up her spine, whirled around inside her skull, began to fade and were reignited when he spurted again. The cream gathered high in her rectum, the passage closed, too tight for the goo to seep out. She blubbered incoherently. Loud. Her sighs and moans and sobs high-pitched, rising above the thump of the presses, the sounds Tony made. Never before had she experienced such overwhelming sensations. She was a thing. Used. Totally dominated. It was a brand of sex she'd heard other girls talk about, had read about. Masochism: male superiority v. female humiliation. She was seeing herself for the first time, her secret desires reflected in a mental mirror.

The cream was still pouring from Tony's cock when the door shattered, the oak panels splintered by a makeshift battering ram, and a dozen angry cons, Slick Jack and Spider in the lead, rushed into the room, scaled the packing crates and surrounded the cot. She gasped. The meat up her rectum went slack.

"Wait a min..." Tony began.

She heard him grunt, felt his body go as limp as his dick as Jack hit him a stunning blow at the back of the neck. Fear gripped her throat. Should she plead? Beg for mercy? Her mouth dropped open but nothing came out. She looked frantically from one sweating black face to the other.

"Dirty white motherfucker," growled Jack.

"I tol' ya," said Spider. "I know'd the punk wasn't too right. Ain't nobody turns down good pussy like he done. Parole, my ass. I was right, wasn't I, boss ? He the motherfucker who slugged me!"

Jack gave him an ugly look. "Shut your face & get 'im the fuck off 'er before I slug you again."

"Nooo ... !" Jeanie breathed, knowing what would happen when the unconscious body was rolled away and they viewed her nakedness.

Jack stared her into silence. He took a handful of Tony's hair, lifted. Spider and the others grabbed his feet. She whimpered as Tony was flung to the floor, and the cum, now that the plug was gone, seeped from her rectum, flooded the crack of her ass and spilled out over her burning cheeks. She clutched the soiled bedding, tried to cover herself. That too was wrenched away, flung to the floor.

"Please!" she cried, remembering the filthy black dicks, Jack's in particular. It was yesterday all over again, with all that had happened between - her acceptance of Tony, of subjugation - gone with the gook that had trickled from her anus. She was frightened again, alone - at the mercy of the entire prison once more.

A hand clamped tight on her ass. Another shot into her pussy and two more clutched her tits. She screamed. Someone slapped her. She screamed again. Louder. A continuous wail. The hand whipped back and forth across her face, cracking like gunshots, making her ears ring. Her head was yanked back by the hair. Her legs were gaped wide. Abover her she saw an ebony rod spring fron an unzippered fly. Another appeared to her left ... three ... four. She tried to lash out, but strong hands trapped her ankles and wrists, held her down, spread-eagled.

"You'll kill meee," she choked, trying to close herself as Jack placed one knee at the edge of the cot and wagged his uncircumcised meat above her tense belly. Tony! she thought. Mike! Daddy! Where were they? Where were the troopers and National Guardsmen who were supposed to quell riots?

"Did white baby forget what she done yesterday once'st we got to fuckin' good?" asked Jack. Dick in hand, he knelt between her spread thighs. He stared hard at the man who was finger-fucking her pussy. The hand shot away. His replaced it, rubbed her mound.

"No. Don't. I..."

"You gon' fuck, is what. Like you done fo' me yesterday. Likin' it, too."

"I didn't. Oh, I didn't. I DIDN'T LIKE IT!"

Jack's laughter was cruel, mocking. The others joined him. Another man - blue-black and uglier than anything human she'd ever seen - a new addition to the group from the infirmary, sat beside her, leaned and placed his blubbery lips to one turgid pink nipple. Jack's fingers tore into her raw swollen cunthole. Other fingers - she knew they weren't Jack's because they were smaller, less brutal - fucked the cum from the crack of her ass back up her rectum.

Tears sprang into her eyes, blurring her vision. The room began to spin. The ceiling turned over and over, whipping down one wall, across the floor and up the shattered door. She saw Jack's descending face as a shiny black balloon; felt his weight, the coarse khakis and T-shirt, a belt, on her belly, his prick seeking her gash.

It was more than she could endure and maintain her sanity. Her mind went numb. She gave in to the blackness all around her - black grinning faces, black dicks. Her body went slack ... allowing Jack's stiffness to grind in without a struggle ... accepting the mouth greedily sucking her nipples, the long filthy fingers fucking her ass.

She screamed one last time and drifted into the temporary safety of unconsciousness.