Chapter 3

Suzie had been nabbed shortly after having been separated from Jack. She hadn't been clubbed, being among the lucky; easy prey, she had been quite simply collared from behind by the strong arm of the law. Without offering resistance, she had been half pulled, half dragged to a group of waiting pigs near a bus, where she was handcuffed and herded aboard without even having gotten a look at the strong arm of the lawman who grabbed her. Not that it mattered especially.

There were two buses belonging to the San Rialto Prison Farm, or at least two buses in use by them that day. The buses shuttled detainees to the "farm," which was a misnomer. Unless one thought of "farms" in terms of the Deep South and chain gangs, in which case it was not far off.

The buses held up to fifty and made three trips each that afternoon, hauling two hundred and seventy-six students and non-students out to the farm before the day was done. Since Suzie made it onto the second bus, through no direct effort of her own, most of her fellow passengers were ambulatory. A few had bandages, some blood soaked around their heads. Once down on the farm, they would receive medical treatment as soon as the part-time prison doctors got around to it; only those lucky enough to have been clubbed senseless received hospital treatment before going to the farm.

Those straggling off her bus joined the tag end of the line of those who had been on the first bus, waiting to be processed. They were ordered not to speak, to look straight ahead, and to move only when the line moved. Shotgun-toting guards with orders to shoot to kill were spaced out at maybe twenty yard intervals.

After answering questions about place of residence and identity, posing for a photograph, and surrendering her valuablesher watch and purse she was told she could call her lawyer. There was no need to call, since several Resistance lawyers were standing within the prison farm office, taking pretty much the same information as the pigs and asking where if any place bail could be raised.

She was ushered into an overcrowded cell in the women's wing where at eight o'clock that night two hours later than usual, due to the massive influx of populationthey were fed some watery stew and a thin slice of French bread.

After dinner a slit-eyed pock-marked pig came into the cell and took a careful look around, sizing each girl up as if for wedding clothes. When his eyes lit on Suzie, he sucked on his tooth for a minute and said, "You!" Suzie's heart flip-flopped.

The matron slapped a pair of handcuffs on the trembling girl before she knew what was up and pulled her along out of the cell.

"What? Where are we going?" Suzie asked, trying to hold back from what and wherever it was. "He wants to ask you a few questions," she said. "Now shuddup."

Suzie was hustled down a flight of stairs and into a low stone corridor, smelling musty and unusedin fact, a seldom used part of the old prison. At the end of the corridor a solid iron door stood open, a bright light blazing within. Suzie broke into a cold sweat.

When she stepped into the room she saw a table set cockeyed, a sturdy wooden table which did in fact slant, since both legs on one end had been set on a pair of four-by-fours. It was the last thing Suzie saw for an hour, because the hagtoothed matron without being told dragged Suzie to the table, laid her across it on her back and somehow fastened the girl's handcuffs at the high end. Suzie's head, in the center of the table, lay directly beneath a five-hundred-watt sunlamp. She shut her eyes only to see red. Her buttocks jutted off the low end of the table and her feet touched the floor. She would find this an exceedingly awkward position ... when she relaxed her legs, the weight of her sliding body pulled unpleasantly at her arm sockets and her handcuffs bit her wrists, and when she held her weight with her legs, they began to twitch from the effort.

"Come back in an hour," the man, Officer Mullins, said, "By then I should know everything she does."

The matron left. With the overcrowded facilities she was needed upstairs. Officer Mullins shut the door after her and without prelude said to a quaking Suzie, "Okay, spill."

"What?"

"I said spill!"

"Spill what?"

"Whatever you know."

"Well, um ..." Suzie hesitated, wanting to be cooperative, "What sort of thing would you like to know?"

"About the plot," Officer Mullins said.

"What plot?" she asked.

"Don't play dumb with me," he said.

"I'm not!" she cried.

"You're trying to tell me you don't know a thing about the plot?" he said, sounding both incredulous and enraged.

"I don't!" she protested. "I really don't!"

"I'm going to have to teach you to cooperate with me," he said, his thick, guttural voice menacing. "I am! I am!" she cried, nausea stirring the pit of her stomach.

She felt her sweater being pulled out of her skirt, then yanked up to her armpits in both front and back. This bared her breasts which, with her arms held tightly above her head, jutted straight up in the air, their soft coral tips quivering as the quaking girl gasped for breath.

"Whawhat are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to teach you to cooperate," he said, unzipping her skirt and slowly tugging both it and her tights down over her hips, slowly baring her milky skin, translucent in the bright light. She began to kick, but Mullins was a burly ex-marine and had no trouble clamping her knees and holding them with one arm, lifting her as he denuded her of her garments. He turned to hold her legs with his other arm to slip her clothing the rest of the way off, letting the skirt fall to the floor and sliding her tights over her feet.

When he let go of her, she crossed her legs instinctively to shield herself, hiding her pussy from his eyes if not her honey blonde muff, which he eyed keenly, stroking his pocked jaw. He'd gotten a glimpse of the folds of her labia when he'd pulled her tights down.

She shivered. It was not warm in the basement and she felt her nipples stiffening from the cool air, which embarrassed her incredibly. "II really don't know what plot you're talking about," she said. "II'm not thinking clearly. Please tell me."

"Changing your tune, eh?" he said. "Well I'd say you know good and well I'm talking about the Communist Plot."

"No! No! I don't," she wailed.

Mullins had heard the governor say that the campus disruptions were all a part of the Communist conspiracy. Since leaving the Marines, Mullins' ambition had been to become one of the governor's private bodyguards. He hoped to be able to personally give the governor all the evidence he needed, to ingratiate himself in the governor's eyes. He wished he had the radiotelephone he'd used on prisoners in Viet Nam. That would sure make these shit-head students sing. It had made the Gooks sing. You took the receiver off the radiotelephone and touched the bare wire to a Gook's body, then cranked it up to give 'em the juice. Put the end of the wire in a Gook girl's twat and man! did she writhe! Spilled everything she knew, too. Too bad he couldn't use it on these Pinko Commie bastards. One Commie was just like another. Sergeant Mullins had come home with a medal for meritorious service.

He knew better than to leave bruises. That afternoon Mullins had obtained permission to question prisoners (his lieutenant knew that he'd been in an interrogation unit overseas). However, his methods, which he intended to embellish as he went along, were at this point known only to himself. For a dumb man, he had a good sense of what he could get by with and what he couldn't: some "complaints" were always just a little too outrageous to be believed. He knew better than to leave too many bruises where they could be seen.

"Sing," he commanded.

"Tra-la-la, la-la," she sang, her heart in her throat. "A wise ass," he said.

Suzie wasn't being wise at all. Quite the contrary, knowing how naked and vulnerable she was and aware that she didn't have the answers to his questions, she was nervous as all hell. She entertained some far-out hope that mirth might save the day. To top it off, her nipples were acting up something fierce.

Her eyes were closed and she didn't see his hands approach: when he touched her, her torso jerked. He began to knead her breasts, quite busily, and she realized that she wasn't going to be seriously hurt just then.

Her spasmed muscles relaxed; she wet her lips with her tongue and breathed again, her chest heaving as he manipulated her tits. He caught her rigidly erect nipples between his pudgy fingers and rubbed rapidly. The sensation shot straight to Suzie's cunt. My God, she thought, I'm dizzy with the light shining in my eyes, I'm nauseous and his fingers feel like worms, but even so... even so, my pussy acts up. I don't have any control over it at all! She felt her clitoris stiffen and was aware that her lubricating fluid had begun to flow.

"Who started the riot?"

"II don't know," Suzie lied, her voice faltering, a hesitation caught by Officer Mullins. "You a Party member?"

"No!"

"Know any C.P. members? C.P.," he elaborated, "as you well know, that stands for Communist Party."

"No!"

His nightstick in his hand, Mullins leaned over the girl. His shadow fell over her face and she was able to open her eyes. She opened them only to shudder and close them again, for she peered up into his eyes leering at her from their slits as he grinned evilly, waving his nightstick in front of her.

Introducing her to his weapon, Mullins began rubbing the stick over Suzie's quivering body, its beveled ridges clawing at her flesh as he menaced her breasts and belly and armpits. She began to perspire, her heart in her throat, and sweat beaded on her forehead and between her quaking breasts. Her bare skin was luminous in the bright lamplight.

"You must know one or two Communists," Mullins said. "Surely you can name a couple."

"I can't," she said in a barely audible whisper, "I really don't know any."

"You're not being very cooperative," he said. "You're not very cooperative 'tall."

"I'm trying," she said.

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

She neither obeyed him nor spoke. Perspiration dripped from her brow now and stung her eyes. She licked her lips. Her upthrusting breasts quaked when she breathed. "Spread your legs," he repeated.

Still without speaking, she shook her head no, more in fright than to communicate anything to him.

Angry, he seized one of her breastsit was too big and too firm for his hand, but he grabbed as much of it as he couldand twisted, his hand moving in a complete circle. Giving her a sharp jab in the kidney with the tip of his truncheon, he said, "Spread!"

"Ouch!" she squealed, parting her knees.

"Wider," he said, bearing down on her cruelly twisted breast and giving the other a sharp jab with his stick. "Wide as you can. Or I'll hurt you real bad."

The tendons on the insides of Suzie's thighs stood out. An evil leer in his eye, Mullins bent over to peer closely at the hapless girl's crotch. Her buttocks were clenched so tightly that he could only half see the pink-brown ring of her anus, but her fleshy hair-covered outer lips were drawn apart to reveal in the midst of the honey blonde fluff her inner membrane, sticking out slightly, the tender labia stuck together with their own fluid. When he placed a thumb and forefinger on either side of the sensitive lips and parted them, the girl's sweet womanly scent rose to his nostrils; the insides of the lips, surrounding the wet folds of her vagina, glistened.

Mullins watched the end of his stick shove the folds aside, entering the tight slick channel with apparent ease. He smiled a crooked smile as eight inches of his nightstick slid out of sight within the girl. When he drew the club out again he saw the lining of the girl's cunt cling to it, with reluctance letting go of it, beveled bump by bump. The girl's fluid had already begun to collect in the grooves between the bumps.

He continued to work his unnatural shaft in and out of her, and when he spoke his voice was soft, almost melodious in contrast to his sharply barked commands. "As unwilling as you are to cooperate, I'd say you're part of the conspiracy. I'd say you have a whole lot to hide. I'd say you'd better think again and begin to tell me about it."

"Noo!" Suzie wailed, and burst into tears. The hopelessness and basic incongruity of the situation was too much for her to bear. She couldn't bear it a moment longer. Her eyes hurt from the light. She was powerless to stop this demented man. Her pussy throbbed helplessly. She sobbed, and gave herself over wholeheartedly to

her tears, spasms wracking her body as she began to thrash her head. Her tears washed the sweat from her eyes, but that was her only relief, for tension mounted in her pussy.

Mullins increased the tempo of his cruelly penetrating nightstick and began twisting it slightly; the motion, of his wrist resembled that of a man sharpening a carving knife on a whetstone. "Spill, baby!"

"Agghhh!" Suzie moaned, the nerves throughout her body crawling, her brain white hot and incapable of thought. She held her breath in an attempt to get control of herself, but before her sobs died away she began to thrust her pelvis and rotate her hips on the thrusting nightstick.

She didn't think a thought; the tension in her pussy had taken over, was out of control. She was doing her best to fuck this pig's nightstick while he looked on coolly, grinning maliciously as he worked her pussy up to a lather. Abruptly, but only after several sharp rapid thrusts, he withdrew his stick as if to cool it off in the breeze, leaving the girl to thrust her sopping overheated quim vainly at the empty air for several frustrated moments before she managed to stop her reflexive fucking motions.

"Who are your Fellow Travelers?" Mullins barked.

"I don't know," she moaned. "Please."

"Please what?"

When she'd first uttered "please" Suzie had meant "don't stop now" but her reeling mind had had enough of a reprieve for her to realize just how foul and degenerate this beast of a pig was. "Please leave me alone," she begged.

"Sure," he said, his voice honeysweet, "just tell me who's behind the riot." "A group called the April Coalition," she said. "You part of it?"

"No," she lied. "Who is?"

"I don't know," she lied.

"I think you do know. I think you know all about the conspiracy and I think you're part of it!" Mullins roared, seizing the girl by her hips and turning her onto her stomach. The sharp edge of the table bit into her hips before she found her footing; when she straightened her legs, her back arched and her buttocks rose prominently and defenselessly, the globes parted slightly. Her breasts pressed at the tabletop which was damp and slippery from her perspiration. On her belly, she didn't have to look into the light, although, because of the spots in front of her eyes, she wouldn't realize it for several minutes.

"I'd bet you could even tell me a few things about the plot to kidnap the National Director," Mullins shouted, continuing to roar at the girl as he pulled apart the fleshy globes of her yielding buttocks, exposing the dainty pink-brown elastic ring of her anus, and centered the highly lubricated end of his nightstick. It did her little good to clench her buttocks: when he brutally shoved his hard oak stick into her rectal passage, Suzie squealed like a stuck pig, "Aooyii!" and lunged forwardinsofar as she was ableto try to escape.

Mullins began twisting his club around in small circles as if cranking a miniature Model T Ford, skewering the girl's tight rectum. In self-defense, rolling with the punches, she rotated her pelvis in small circles. Mullins slapped her ass, his open hand leaving a reddening imprint as it fell with a thwack on the girlish globe. Her flesh quivered and reddened on either side of her parted crack wherein her stretched anus gave but little indication of the havoc wreaked in her bowels. Slapping one yielding cheek and then the other, Mullins all the while yelled, "You goddamn Commies play dumb! I'll show ya! Try to take over the country from within, will ya? Don't respect the flag! Hatch conspiracies! I'll show ya!"

"No! No! No!" Suzie wailed. Her buttocks were afire and she was fearful her rectum would be torn loose. She was actually conscious of each ridge on the slick rotating stick.

"Using Free Sex as an excuse to destroy society!" Mullins shouted.

"Ouch! OH! Oh! Noo-uh!" she wailed, hardly able to get her breath for the pain lancing her whole posterior region. Just when she thought she would faint from her ruthless penetration, Mullins let go his club and stopped spanking her.

Gasping for breath, Suzie blinked and opened her eyes. When she craned her neck to look over her shoulder, she saw a sweaty Mullins fumble with his fly. Giving up on his belt buckle, he undid his zipper and wrenched his fly to pull out his stiffly erect cock, which must have been uncomfortably cramped in his pants;

he grunted as he bent it to haul it out. Suzie shuddered.

Staring down, Mullins watched Suzie work her anus in a vain attempt to expel the wedged club, its stretched ring expanding and contracting as two or three of the club's ridges passed out. Staring at the quartered flexing aperture, a sparse row of blonde hairs on each side of it in her crack, Mullin's cock grew an inch or so, swelling full size as he peeled the foreskin back to reveal its fleshy glans.

Suzie felt eerily vacant for a moment when the nightstick clattered to the floor, going weak at the knees and feeling slightly nauseous. When Mullins touched the swollen head of his cock to her puckered anus, she clenched her buttocks on it and humped her back, wanting to give him an impossible entry angle. The big man simply pushed down on her back with one heavy hand to regain access to her crotch and proceeded to rub the head of his giant tool in her still-moist slit.

"Uh ... uh ... uh," Suzie grunted as her labia parted to admit the thing, bracing herself for the worst. But Mullins seemed content for the moment to lodge his oversize cock just within her.

He wiggled his hips a bit to gain lubricity and then, holding her steady with his hands, centered himself again on her cringing anus. She attempted to hold her sphincter firm against the attack, but was able to offer only token resistance: that poor muscle had been so abused that she hindered Mullins not at all and the big man plunged home with one smooth steady lunge. The full length of his cock firmly embedded in her tightly grasping rectum, searing her to the depths of her bowels, Mullins twitched his cock a few times and sighed. The passage had been so loosened that all the girl's clenching and wiggling were delightful to Mullins' cock.

Numbed and confusedshe hadn't known this was something people didSuzie knew only that although this new implement was thicker, it pained her nowhere near so much as the cruel oaken stick. The contact of smooth flesh on her tired, sore passage was not entirely unpleasant in spite of the bloated feeling it gave herbut rage and indignation at the rude exploitation of her body had so built up in the girl that when Mullins suddenly drew out and plunged anew into her tight agonized fanny, she screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" in a high shrill voice.

His movements now slower, Mullins slid his big prick inches in and out of her loosened passage. Whenever the digging prong probed her sensitive depths, she would scream helplessly, "Ahhhhhh!" Her mind was faint from heat and sweat poured from her, while in the background of her young consciousness a strangely expectant, breathless sensation took over as she began to anticipate movement of the huge shaft in her quaking bowels.

Mullins fucked her expanding flesh steadily, and the sweat-drenched girl began humping along without realizing it, her entire body rocking several inches to and fro as she sought friction with the shaft, the slowly massaging organ somehow calming her fright.

The confused girl opened her eyes and with effort focused them for one clear-eyed instant on the tabletop inches from her face. She saw the grains in the dark-stained wood of the tabletop, and as her body moved to and fro, her full breasts pressed into and sliding on the damp wood, the wood grains moved. They seemed to swirl and reminded her of ripples in a smooth-flowing river, the river of her own sensuality which flowed freely into some larger body of water, charting its own course as* it moved. She couldn't control her sensuality. Not only did her pussy act up of its own accord and sometimes take over, but her asshole did too.

This thought, which flashed through the girl's mind in that one clear-eyed instant, was almost too much for her to handle, to cope with. She shut her eyes again and felt herself sinking, sinking mind and body into that free-flowing smooth-rippling river. Mullins' expansive cock churning in her backside compressed and created friction on the other side of that thin wall of flesh: Suzie's pussy began to tingle.

Mullins' shirt became dark-stained with sweat in circles about the armpits. The panting man's hips smacked her ass with each lunge as he fucked with ever-increasing vigor. Half losing his balance, he lurched forward, his big beer belly flattening the girl, pressing her belly and hips and breasts into the table. Suzie thrust her bottom up to meet his lunges. "Oooh!" she grunted as the big cock smacked into her rear. It was still half painful, half stimulating. "Ohh! Ohhh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, gurgling steadily as her ass fucking continued.

Used and humiliated though she felt, Suzie was beside herself with excitement. Crushed though she was, the prick moved in and out of her rectum almost freely. The friction so stimulated her already aroused cunt that incredibly she felt on the verge of coming. Suzie knew that if she could just stick her finger or something

in her pussy, she would cum; the mere thought of it was almost enough, however, because no sooner had she imagined it than her pussy began to throb evermore.

Mullins' movements began to quicken and Suzie sensed that the tight constriction afforded his cock by her asshole was taking its toll. His weight pounded her as he plunged frenziedly in and out of her now lubricated rectum. Suzie heard herself squealing in mingled pain and pleasure as his frantic efforts pierced new depths. He jerked spastically upon her back as hot sperm burst from his prick, rocketing into her pierced fanny.

The thick semen felt soothing to Suzie's lacerated flesh. For an instant she tried to stand on tiptoe and then she managed to fling her hips upward in spite of the big man's weight, upward onto the prick still impaling her asshole while she ground her pelvis lasciviously against the hard table. Lightning bolts coursed through her ... just before reaching the lake the river of sensuality became rapids ... "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" she cried as convulsions wrenched her. "I'm cum-cumming!" she shrieked, humping her middle up and down as her organs twitched with a maddened force so blinding that it left her senseless. Some minutes later, lying face down on the table where she'd been befouled and degraded, she didn't even hear the "whoosh" when Mullins drew his dwindling pecker out of her constricted fanny. The girl had never known such a climax.

Some time later, maybe an hour, a fat, pockmarked police officer with slits for eyes followed a hagtoothed matron into another overcrowded cell in the women's wing where he looked the prisoners over, giving the selection process great thought, his eyes shifting from breast to buttock to thigh to waist to face, all around the cell before he said, "you," and pointed out a victim to the matron who clapped handcuffs onto the wrists of a quaking Mary O'Gary. When the girl, who had natural trepidations, asked a question of the matron, she growled, "He just wants to ask you a few questions. Now shuddup!"

But the matron, dimwitted though she may have been, had begun to wonder. She had escorted Officer Mullins into three cells now (and twice she had half carried half-dead girls back to their cells) and in each cell Mullins picked out for questioning the clearest-complected, slimmest-waisted, biggest-breasted girl. Did pretty girls with big breasts know more? It was a question the matron had been asking herself all her life.

Once in Mullins' hands, Mary O'Gary received pretty much the same treatment as Suzie had. Mullins asked pretty much the same questions about her political affiliations and never had any suspicion that this pussy he looked at, this cunt he worked to a lather, was the same pussy the sight of which had started the riot.

Furthermore, Mullins had no way of knowing and no reason to suspect, that this particular Pinko Commie rioter happened to be very well connected to the local Establishment. In the morning Superior Court Judge Sean O'Gary drove out to San Rialto Prison Farm in person with a writ of Habeas Corpus he'd signed himself to demand the immediate release of his daughter, having with reluctance stuck to his promise to let his daughter cool her heels overnight "for her own good."

A tearful Mary told her father that she'd been degraded, humiliated, raped in the ass, and described it as well as she was able through choked-back sobs. The judge was doubtfulthis was far-fetched but nevertheless took his errant daughter straight to the family physician. Mary by some chancebecause she had been too distraught or because she had had liquids for dinnerhad not moved her bowels, and when the physician poked his gynecological spectrum into Mary's rectum to have himself a look-see, he found a suspicious residue, a substance which in the lab indeed proved to be human semen. When he looked into her vagina he found that her cervix was discolored and bruised, which was also suspicious. A penis, no matter how tumescent, no matter how rock-hard, no matter with what force it is rammed home, never bruises the mouth of the womb.