Chapter 4
The day of the hearing was a nightmare for Linda Stevens. Her parents never showed and the court had such an overload of cases that hers was shuffled until the very last one. The judge didn't have much time to spend with her and simply told her that the date of the complete hearing had been postponed again. As she drearily went back to her cell that night she almost wished she could take her life. It was becoming unbearable.
The matron who had become fairly friendly with Linda dropped by and spoke with her a few moments.
"How did it go today?" she asked her. "Just awful," Linda replied, tears trickling down her cheeks.
"Nothing's that bad, honey," the matron told her. "You just have to be brave now and then."
Linda couldn't help crying now. But there was not one person who seemed to have a heart and would listen to her. Going over to her bed she stretched out and began sobbing. The middle-aged matron came over and sat down on the edge of the bed, patting Linda affectionately on the shoulder.
"Now stop your crying," she told her, "it's not gonna help anything."
Linda burst out, "Nobody gives a damn about me. Nobody! So why should I give a damn about myself?"
Consolingly the matron told her, her story.
"I've been through hell myself. My husband was strangled to death and my house was burglarized. So I haven't exactly had it easy. But I've learned one thing."
Linda stopped crying long enough to ask the matron what she had learned.
"Life goes on, honey," the matron told her. 'That s what I've learned. You're either gonna go up or down. And you might as well go up. It's a lot easier in the long run."
Linda rubbed her eyes and thanked the matron.
That night she made up her mind that one way or another she was going to get out of the place. A few-days later she had an opportunity to meet Dale Williams in his office again.
"Couldn't you help me get out of here?" she asked him point blank.
He shook his head sadly.
"I would like to help you, Linda," he told her, "but my hands are tied."
Sadly he looked at her.
"I can't understand you," she said. "You could help me if you wanted to."
Dale Williams paced the floor.
"Your parents should be here," he told her. "They should be backing you. If they would supply the bail bond for you, you could get out."
As Linda thought about her mother's cruel comments she hated her as she never had hated anyone before. Dale saw how disturbed she had become and for a moment wished that he had never done anything with her sexually. She blinked her eyes and slowly adjusted to the reality of the fact that she was totally on her own.
"Couldn't you help me?" she pleaded with him once more.
"The best way for you to help yourself," he explained "is to do your work. Always do your work. You have a pretty good job there."
Linda was grateful for that, but she wondered what he would expect now.
"Maybe if you'd give me a good time I could put in a good word for you," he told her.
He came over to her and gently ran his fingers through her soft hair.
"I've tired to help you where I could," he told her, "and I've taken a lot of chances."
He could tell Linda was no hardened criminal. But he also could tell that she had to pay the price that society exacted of her. And if her parents wouldn't help, there wasn't anything he could do about it.
"I'll do anything you want," Linda said. "Just get me out of here."
She looked up at him in sheer numbing terror. And it bothered him, for he did want to help her.
"Anything?" he smiled at her.
"You name it," she told him, "and I'll do it. I've got to get out of here. Do you understand?"
He nodded. "Yes, I understand," he told her, "and if you will be real nice to me maybe I could be real nice to you. I will think it over."
He went back to his desk and sat down and thought about it for a long moment. Then pulling open a drawer he removed a gun and placed it on his desk. Linda's eyes focused on the gun and then she looked at him.
"What are you taking that thing out for?"
"I would like to use it," he told her, "in your cunt."
The teenage girl's jaw hung slack.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded.
"You heard me," he told her. "I'd like to stick this gun in your pussy. I'd like to see your cunt muscles grab it. Do you understand?"
Linda's voice quivered with fearful emotions.
"I understand completely," she told him.
Now Linda felt completely defenseless. She was without anyone to protect her against an animal. That's what she thought of Dale Williams now. She realized that her first opinion of him was wrong, for she had first thought of him as a wholesome young college athlete. A sudden onslaught of panic seized her as she realized what type of man she was dealing with.
"I think I'll pass on that one," she smiled nervously.
Dale Williams watched as the young girl got to her feet. Her fear-crazed eyes excited him. He could see that she was afraid of him.
"Take off your clothes, Linda," he said in a husky voice.
All resistance ceased. At last she realized that he would never be satisfied until he had humiliated her and shamed her in the most tantalizing manner possible.
"AH right," she told him, "but keep your promise. You said you'd put in a good word for me. Maybe I can get out of here quicker if you do."
Dale Williams nodded. But the evil grin playing about his lips indicated to her what a sadist he was. And at the same time Dale Williams could feel His rapidly awakening cock hardening under his pants as Linda started to strip: Her beautiful tapered legs came into view as she stood before him with only her panties and bra on.
"Take off everything," he told her.
Linda took off everything and then she slowly walked over to him. He took the gun from his desk and inserted it between her legs.
"That gun isn't loaded, is it?" she asked as agonizing fear formed on her face.
He nodded. Dale Williams' virile, muscular body was sweat soaked with the excitement of what he was doing. He pumped the gun in and out of her vagina. She hated the deep-thrusting rhythm of the long, hard strokes of the gun. With each boring jab into the hilt of her upturned crotch, she thought she would go crazy.
"Grab it with your pussy muscles," he told her.
Closing her eyes, Linda concentrated on exercising control of her vagina muscles. As he plunged the gun into her vagina she clasped it tightly. Choking back a scream that hung in her parched throat she stood before him doing as he told her to. And then she felt him slipping the gun slowly out of her. Getting to his knees he gripped her ass cheeks tightly. At that point she felt his tongue sliding along her hair-fringed fissure.
"Ohhh, yes," she told him as he began arousing her.
He sucked on her pussy for several long moments and then got to his feet. Unzipping his fly he fumbled for his hard, long shaft. Pulling it from his pants he pressed it tightly against the soft skin of her thighs. The nude young girl pressed back. As she felt his fleshy hardness, her impatiently quivering vaginal slit responded. The lurching head of his stone-hard cock suddenly plunged between her pussy lips. The lust-engorged tip was filling her aching need. At last in a panic of frustration Linda reached out her hands and pulled him tighter to her. She gripped his thick, hard shaft, feeling it pulse against her soft palms. Then guiding it into her cuntal crevice, carefully pistoning it between the moisture covered lips of her vagina she steadied it. Grasping the prison personnel director's buttocks she pulled him forward. And then she felt him fucking her hungry pussy. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt the soft electrical contact of cock against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly hungering pussy. She held her breath for what seemed like forever as he rammed it to her savagely. Linda thrilled to the massive rod of rigid pulsating flesh pumping in her.
"Oh, Dale," she begged him, "please, fuck me."
Parting her legs ever wider to give him greater access to her open cunt she clasped him greedily.
"Ohhh, yes, yes," she gasped as his huge cock tip slipped through the tight opening, stretching the vertical little cunt mouth until she was certain her thighs must be splitting apart from the great pressure.
It excited him when he saw her lust-contorted face responding. Linda was deliberately putting on a performance. Anything was better than having that gun stabbing ceaselessly in her cunt. She was anxious for him to get his rocks off so he wouldn't be driven to such crazy passionate performances. As his powerful long, hard penis plunged into the warm softness of her painfully stretching vagina the innocent-faced young girl begged for more.
"Fuck me," she cried out anxiously.
He rammed his hips forward with all of his strength in his thighs and buttocks. His long thick cock slid into her cunt like a driving piston, pushing the moist host flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. She could never stop him now. His balls slapped against her body as he fucked deeply. She had never felt so completely filled in her life. His rock-hard cock felt as though it had torn her vagina, as his fiery, plunging rod drove into her with all of its pistoning power. Linda was responding perfectly now. With each hard stab her cuntal muscles grabbed his riding cock. Reaching up she gripped his muscular shoulders and drew him to her. This caused him to ram his fiery rod deeper into her moistly dilating pussy. His hands swept to her buttocks as he stabbed into her. "Yes, yes," she begged.
His face became contorted into an unrecognizable mask of wild passionate abandon. She was glad that he would be getting his rocks off quickly. The guttural sounds of deep panting grunts and groans filled the room as he rammed in her.
Yes," she shouted over and over as he ceaselessly slammed his throbbing, expanding prick deep into her white, rounded belly with long, hard lunges.
The prison personnel director felt the cum boiling inside of his heated balls as they beat wildly. He grunted savagely, quickening his strokes, ramming hard and deep until his massively pulsing cock bore far up into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. The young girl's breasts heaved and quivered against the pressure of his chest as he drove in harder now.
"Ohhh, just keep grabbing it like that," he told her as he rhythmically rammed it to her.
His stone-hard cock continued thrusting in her as she grabbed him.
"I'm almost there," he told her.
He rammed it in a few more times and then her hotly clasping pussy hole squeezed his cock. His sperm-bloated testicles gave way and he shot a thick creamy load of cum into her pussy. The glowing furnace of lust burned in her eyes as she came with him. Linda held him tightly now, grateful the gun never went off inside of her.
When he finally pulled his penis from her cunt he smiled at her. The sexual electricity that flashed between them had brought him one of the most fantastic fucks he had ever experienced. He shuddered in the aftershock of such a rousing orgasm.
"That was wonderful," he told her.
Looking at him anxiously now she reminded him of his promise.
"You said you'd put a good word in for me."
"Don't worry," he told her, "I will."
In the days that followed it did seem as if her boss in the laundry office was making it easy for her. She hoped that he didn't have any axe to grind. She didn't want to become involved with anyone else in the prison. Accommodating the guard who had momentarily whisked her off to a laundry closet and insisted on a blow job was enough, coupled with the demands of the personnel director.
One night the prison matron came and spoke with Linda about her situation.
"Sometimes a girl can get such a good recommend from the person she's working for in prison that she gets off on probation when her hearing comes up."
"Do you think that's possible?" Linda asked anxiously.
"I've seen it happen," the matron told her.
"What's your name?" Linda asked, suddenly hoping that she could find a friend.
"My name is Betty," the matron told her, "and I know your name. You're Linda Stevens. You come from a good family, Linda. I guess you're one of those lucky girls who had everything."
Linda nodded and smiled at her.
"Everything except parents who love me," she said sadly. "Mom and dad were always too busy. Dad has a mistress and mom had a lover. The only times they really got together was for a swap party now and then. Unfortunately, I found out about all of their sexual activities."
Betty looked at Linda sadly.
"That's not much of a background for a young girl," she told her. "It was just the opposite at my home. I had very strict parents and I never knew much about life until I got married to Steven. But I learned about it then."
Betty looked away evasively as if it pained her to even talk about her past. Yet Linda was curious. She didn't have many people she could talk to in the prison as most of the time when she was in the office she was so busy she couldn't talk to anyone.
"What type of work was your husband in?" she ventured to ask the prison matron.
The matron made her promise she would never tell anyone.
"Of course not," Linda agreed. "Who would I tell?"
"There are a lot of big ears around this prison," Betty said sadly, "and they're all listening for gossip. Juicy gossip. My husband just happened to be a dope peddler. That's why he got strangled. The big boy thought he was cheating on him. He really wasn't. It was a misunderstanding. Dave would never do anything like that."
The desperation on Betty's face as she reflected about her husband who had met such a tragic fate almost made Linda wish she had never brought up the subject.
"I'm sorry I mentioned it," she said sadly. "I didn't mean to bother you."
"Oh, it's all right," Betty insisted. "I guess it's good to confide a few things about your past that hurt. He was a good fellow, even if he was a peddler."
Linda Stevens thought it strange that Betty could ever think a dope peddler was a good man.
"I guess he was nice to you," Linda said understandingly..
"Dave was nice to a lot of people," Betty told her. "He helped a lot of people. There was a blind man he even helped once. He bought him a seeing-eye dog.
Can you imagine that?" Linda nodded.
"Perhaps he was trying to ease his conscience," she suggested, "because he knew he wasn't doing the right thing by society or even you."
Betty became defensive.
"Don't say anything against Dave," she whispered nervously. "He was a good man. He just got off to a ass start. He couldn't find work and he had to do something for a living. Dave wanted to get me a few nice things and he did."
"I didn't mean to say anything bad about him," Linda told her, "but you've got to look at everything honestly. That's the only way to ease the pain of living. You understand, don't you?"
She shook her head.
"I'm not quite sure I do. Maybe if I looked at life more realistically it would help. But where has it gotten you?"
Linda was near tears now. It was true, she had wound up in prison. And there was no one to help her.
"I'm gonna come out of this thing," Linda insisted, "and when I finally get out of here I'm gonna live differently. I've learned my lesson, Betty. I think it's the best thing that ever happened to me in some ways."
Betty's jaw hung slack as she listened to the young teenage prisoner talking.
I've learned what an evil, fucked-up world it is. When a person knows you're down and out they give it to you. That's what I've learned here in prison."
"Some of the guards taking advantage of you, honey?" the matron asked her.
Linda didn't say anything.
"Oh, I know what they do," Betty told her. 'They give the girls a few things they want for a few favors. Honey, it's up to you. You'll ruin your reputation if you're not careful."
Betty talking about reputation in a prison almost made Linda laugh.
"What do you mean reputation?"
"Everybody knows what's happening here," Betty told her frankly. "You're Mr. Williams' favorite. That's why you got that nice job in the laundry office. What if you had to work out there in the tubs? That wouldn't be so much fun."
Linda almost glared at her.
"Are you looking at life realistically yourself, Betty?" she asked her. "like you say, that's the only way to look at life. You are lying to yourself if you don't. Am I right?"
Linda was certain she didn't know anything for sure, so she hastily masked her emotions.
"You're so right. Thanks for reminding me, Linda," the prison matron said cautiously.
"Think nothing of it," Linda said with a snide smile.
It was awful to have cross swords with a person in a situation like this, Linda thought. Life had been desperate enough lately, without having to clash with anyone. Yet there she was, clashing with poor Betty who had undergone such a horrifying experience as losing her husband to a strangler.