Chapter 7
Sheriff Enos Parker paced the long balcony on the second floor of his sprawling, hill-top home. From there he could see a good part of Rocklin County and he felt swelling pride in his accomplishments. Not bad for a simple country boy with a grade school education, he said to himself.
His guests for the party would include some of the most important and influential men in the state. Parker knew that it took those kinds of connections to protect his private kingdom from unwanted investigation by higher authorities. He also knew how to keep those connections working smoothly and his lavish parties were a part of that plan.
Men in high places shun scandal as they would the plague. A truck driver, factory worker or junior executive can get drunk in a bar, get friendly with a sexy, young bitch and take her off to his apartment or a motel and nobody even bats an eye.
But if a key member of the governor's staff, the Speaker of the State Assembly, or the president of a giant corporation does that, it's something different. And there is likely to be a reporter and a photographer tagging along with him and the next day it's front page news.
Movie actors and rock stars can get away with it-the publicity might even help them. Minor scandals add glamour and luster to their public image. Nobody expects, or even wants them to live like plaster saints gathering dust on a mantelpiece.
But society demands restraint from men of wealth, power and position. They are expected to be the shining examples of righteously proper behavior, even though most of them share the same restless urges and natural appetites common in ordinary men.
And to make it all worse, wealth and power are potent aphrodisiacs. Women are drawn to important, public figures just as flies are drawn to honey. The men in such positions are accustomed to giving orders and having them obeyed without question. At times, this double temptation proves irresistible and an important figure slips from the pillar of public respect.
This shocks the rest and reminds them of their own vulnerability. It leads them to take precautions. Their natural and compelling urges must be satisfied-but never in a place where the news of their human frailty might leak out. They require secure and secret places just to live as ordinary men do. There are dozens, perhaps hundreds of such places across the country, and Sheriff Enos Parker was known to have one of the best.
It wasn't visible from the balcony, but the chain link fence around his hill-top estate was as tall and secure as that around the work farm. It lay hidden behind the trees, along with the lights, electronic alarms and armed guards roving with pairs of vicious attack-trained dogs.
As darkness settled on his domain, Parker went inside to dress in his formal clothes. His rumpled, sweat-stained tan uniform might do for gathering and testing the main attractions at his clandestine gatherings, but not for entertaining guests-especially when he felt powerful and important as he did at that moment.
A virtual train of long, black limo's purred softly through the night. The drivers of most of them were former cops, ever watchful and armed to the teeth. Magnum revolvers hung in their shoulder holsters and stubby shotguns had been secreted beneath the front seats.
The glass in most of the cars bore a soft, greenish tint, but the purpose was not to deflect the rays of the sun. The glass was very special, thick enough to stop a bullet fired at close range. Men of power live with the ever-present dangers of kidnapping and terrorism. Secure behind tall fences or locked in the armored havens of their cars, each was, in a way, a prisoner of his own importance.
They all yearned and craved for those brief moments when they could unwind and one such moment was coming soon. The driver of the lead car had just caught sight of Parker's hill-top retreat.
"God damn, look at that place!" Maria exclaimed. "It's as big as a fucking hotel."
Their car led the others by several miles. Val sat in the front seat next to the driver, Elroy. Waldo sat near the passenger window. Both of them looked quite uncomfortable in plain dark suits and caps. Val wore a snug-fitting suit of supple, black suede. It was harsh and severe looking, but also stunning in its elegant simplicity.
Nancy was perhaps the only one to notice that the doors in the rear compartment of the limo had no handles on the insides, and that the locks could be opened only at the touch of a button under the dash. All the others chattered too excitedly to notice such details.
Even though she now wore glittering diamond bracelets instead of chains, a lovely gown and luxurious fur instead of sack-like prison blue, Nancy felt as much or more a prisoner than before.
Her visions of escape faded when the limo passed through a guarded steel gate. Inside, the car passed over a long, narrow bridge, also guarded at both ends. The roaring stream below was another effective barrier-like the moat around some ancient castle.
But with her fears and frustrations, she also felt a shivering kind of excitement. The tinkling laughter and anxious chatter of the other women was contagious. When the car finally stopped in front of the house and the locks clicked open, she stepped out, her heart beating wildly.
"Inside, ladies," Val said. "The other guests will be arriving soon and we don't want you all standing out here gawking like school girls on a European tour."
They needed little prompting. Most of them were already streaming up the walk toward the enormous, hand carved, wooden doors.
Judge Nathan had arrived early and was already talking to Sheriff Parker in the main room. He looked somehow less ancient and cadaverous without his long, black, judicial robe. His thin, hard lined face had the ruddy glow of lust even as he extended his hand and said, "Enos, nice of you to have me here tonight."
Parker grinned and said, "I know how much you appreciate our little-gatherings."
"And you also know how I contribute to their success," the silver-haired judge said wryly. He glanced around the lavishly furnished room. "Speaking of that, where's that tiny, sexy little bitch I had you set aside for me the other day?"
"She should be here any minute, Judge. I think I just heard the car drive up."
"Good. I want some time with her before I talk to the governor's men about that appointment to the state court." Judge Nathan's face was bright with sly self-assurance when Nancy walked in the door.
"My dear," he extended his hands, "-how nice to see you in surroundings more pleasant than my court."
Nancy stared blankly. She didn't recognize him at first. He looked younger, despite his shock of silver hair, and his whole body seemed to have swelled, brimming full with desire.
"I just couldn't pass up your invitation," she said with a tight little grin.
Her eyes kept drifting down, looking for some sign of the cock that once led him to be called "The Three-Legged Man." It didn't take long to see. His prick began to swell as soon as he saw her, very beautiful in her diamonds and fur.
A maid in an incredibly short, black uniform silently whisked away her luxurious cape. Nancy remembered seeing her in the prison yard, a raven-haired woman only slightly less attractive than the prisoners selected to play the roles of the guest.
Nathan gazed hungrily at her doll-like figure encased in the clinging, gold-flecked gown. "You're even more stunning than I remember. So petite and yet so perfectly formed. You look like an ivory figurine."
Nancy watched in horrified fascination as his cock swelled even larger. The long, thick bulge in his conservative suit seemed to be reaching for his knee. She glanced around nervously and saw that Maria had been cut out of the crowd by a distinguished-looking six-footer. She finally recognized him as the head of a giant corporation whose three initial name was as familiar to most people as their A-B-C's.
A string quartet played soft, romantic music from a mezzanine overlooking main floor while the guest mingled below. Laughter and fine crystal stemware tinkled together as the imported champagne was served. Nancy sipped the sparkling wine and could not help thinking how absurdly obscene it all was-men of great power and helpless, female prisoners all playacting respectability.
Like most illusions, this one, too, had its flaw. Despite all the glamour, Nancy could feel a kind of electric tension in the air. The voices around her gradually grew more tense and anxious. It was as though the fuse of a bomb was ticking, just waiting to go off. Nancy listened, watching the giant swelling of Judge Nathan's cock and gazing at the diamonds flashing on her slender wrists. She couldn't help but still feel the oppressive weight of her chains.
She had been looking around for a way to escape, but the doors and windows were all covered by deputies or female guards dressed as servants.
"Why don't we find a room that's more quiet?" Nathan asked.
Nancy smiled sweetly and said, "Why don't you take your big cock and go fuck the front door?"
Suddenly, Val Parker appeared out of nowhere and gripped her by the arm. She smiled, but her voice hissed like a venomous snake. "That wasn't a request, bitch-that was an order. If you don't do as you're told, I'll strip you naked and throw your ass to the dogs!"
Nancy trembled, fear welled up inside her. Val took one of her arms, Nathan the other, and they escorted her to an inner door. The old man ushered Nancy inside and Val stood with her arms crossed over her chest to block any possible escape.
The doll-like girl stumbled in the darkened room, lost and terrified until Nathan snapped on the lights. He had his clothes half stripped off before she was through blinking from the sudden glare.
The room looked like a library, quiet and serene. The walls were all lined with thick, leather-bound books. Judge Nathan walked toward her naked. At first she thought he was holding a baseball bat. His long, pale cock was enormously thick at the tip and then the shaft narrowed, looking as hard as hickory.
"It's hard being a judge," he said in a deep, booming voice. "Day after day I must sentence wrong-doers to be punished, as they must be. But so seldom do I get to see the results of my efforts and to really know the miscreants have learned their lesson."
Miscreants? Nancy was about to laugh at his use of such an unusual word. But then she saw the long, black whip dangling from his right hand and suddenly there was nothing funny about it.
"Here, everything is more direct. Swift and certain."
Nancy backed off cringing. Her eyes darted to follow the lash as it snaked back and forth on the polished floor. "No!" She begged, but it was too late.
His long, spider-like arm had already snapped and the slim, braided taper of black leather hissed toward her through the air. The thin, sharp tip of it slashed downward in the valley between her tits, ripping sheer black cloth at the bottom of the long
"Bastard!" She screamed, trying to cover herself with her arms as he yanked the whip back. "You crazy, white-haired, fucking sonuvabitch!"
"Oooooh," he said in a voice of mocking concern. "You see? You had little respect for the power of my position in court the other day, and you have even less now. It's plain to see that the Work Farm has failed to teach you the errors of your ways." He lashed out again, striking lower this time, splitting her delicate gown down to the crotch.
"Hhhhaaaaa?" Nancy cried, although the stinging tip of the lash had barely touched her skin.
"Telling me to fuck the front door out there, screaming obscenities in here? You must learn, my child!" He whirled the long black tongue of the lash with a sidearm stroke. It snaked hot around her narrow waist and wound its way upward until the biting tip laid bare one of her tits.
"Oh, God!" She moaned.
Nathan jerked to recover the lash, spinning her wildly as it uncoiled. Nancy became dizzy and sank to her knees, blubbering in fear.
He laid the whip across her back. Once, twice, three times and the sheer fabric of the gown parted a little more with each stroke. When Nancy finally managed to stumble to her feet, the tattered gown remained in a heap on the floor.
She shivered in her black lace panties and bra, her arms crossed to shield her chest. Nathan just grinned and hurled the lash at the slender mound of her cunt. The long braid coiled around her and the tip split through the fragile lace, its biting end nipping her clit.
A hellish bolt of pain shot upward and exploded like a rocket in Nancy's brain. It left her numb, senseless to the next slashing blow that left a stinging, red welt across her from cunt to tit.
"What do you say now? Have you learned respect and humility?"
"Yes," she gasped in a weak voice. "Yes, your honor! I beg for the mercy of the court."
"Good," he said with a tight little smile, "but not good enough. On your knees when you beg, you little bitch!"
"Yes, yes, but please, don't hit me again." She clasped her small hands together as if in prayer.
"Don't look to Him, you stupid cunt. He might save your soul, but your ass belongs to me!"
"I know. I can see that now."
"Don't babble like a blubbering fool. Suck my cock to show that you are truly sorry!"
"Yes, your honor."
Nancy stumbled forward on her knees, reaching for his cock and circling her wet lips in trembling submission.
The searing pain of the whip had distracted her. His cock wasn't hanging as it had before. Instead, it lanced up at a brutally sharp angle and it seemed that if the judge lowered his head, he might rest his chin on his cock's huge, ruddy tip.
Wielding the lash was far more satisfying than rapping his gavel. But either way he held the lives of the powerless in his hands. Only here, the heart-racing satisfactions of power went pumping straight into his cock.
Nathan gasped and dropped the whip only when she grasped his upraised prick to try and get it into her mouth. She groaned. It was nothing at all like the tiny little thing of Val's she had practiced on. Even just the hot knob of it strained her tiny mouth.
"Don't be shy!" He barked. "Show me that you have learned respect at last."
She gave a fervent nod and minced her lips to draw in more of his monster cock. She hated it and hated herself for becoming a humble slave so eager to please. But anything was better than the whip. She could see its dark, menacing coils from the corner of one frightened eye.
When the barrel-like swelling of his blood gorged cockhead thumped against the back of her mouth she gulped and ran her tongue around it, thinking she could stop.
"Tilt your head, you stupid cunt. You can't quit there!",
Nancy did not see how she could possibly swallow more prick, but the implied threat of the coiled whip still flashed in the corner of her eye. She groaned, and she tilted her head.
Still not satisfied with that, Nathan coiled his hands in her elaborate crown-like hair. He tugged and jerked her forward, spilling waves of it that swirled around her face as dark and soft as the elegant mink cape that had been so quickly whisked away.
That was the hidden torture of their hideous charade. Nancy felt the joys of luxury one moment, and the stinging lash of a cruel whip the next. It would have been easier to take if they'd just dragged her to the party in chains and her sweaty prison blue. As it was, her spirits had soared for a brief time but now they came crashing down.
"Suck it, slut! Get all my cock in your mouth or you get the whip! I'd love to peel off the rest of your panties and bra with hot leather!"
Nancy thought she might choke. If not on his huge cock, then certainly on her own feelings of swelling disgust.
As a law student, she'd come to respect and admire learned judges. She viewed them as God-like for the life and death decisions they made. But standing naked with his cock hard, Nathan was a man like any other-more cruel and demanding in his lust than most.
Lashing her tender flesh had excited him wildly. Her shrill cries and babbled pleas for mercy were sweet music to his ears. Now that she'd been humbled and brought to her knees before him, he felt a swelling sense of power that even his court-room failed to provide.
Nathan's long, thin fingers slid over her, coldly tracing the lines of her welts. They felt hot to his touch and brought nervous, trembling responses from Nancy.
"I'm going to love cumming in your tiny little mouth," he said.
Nancy recoiled in shock, almost losing her grasp on his long prick. She hadn't thought about that-about his sticky, hot jism jetting into her throat. It was something she hadn't experienced with Val and something she wasn't at all sure she could stand now.
The judge began to rock his hips and coiled his hands in her hair again to drag her head forward to meet each of his brutal thrusts. She could feel his huge cockhead swell and strain as he talked about what he planned to do. It was almost as though the monster cock was gathering all the strength of its liquid fire.
As prisoners often do, Nancy closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was somewhere else. Her mind could escape, even if her body could not. Strangely, as her vision of escape from the torture of being whipped and forced to suck cock focused in her mind, Nancy found herself back in the main room, meeting Judge Nathan again.
Her long hair crowned her smiling face. Her beautiful gown encased her lithe body and the elegant wrapping of mink made her feel warm, proud and secure. She heard him speak again in her mind. You're even more stunning than I remember, he said. So petite and so perfectly formed...
Why, thank you, Judge Nathan. I wanted to look my best for you. Nancy winced, knowing that she'd never said anything like that and thinking that perhaps she should have. It might have saved her from a vicious beating with his whip.
Shall we dance? He asked in a firm, deep, voice. By the glint in his eyes she could see that he could hardly wait to take her in his arms.
I'd love to, she answered and pressed against him, feeling the massive stiffness of his great cock as he held her close.
Have I made you that big and hot? She asked, glancing up and batting her long-lashed eyes.
Yes, and you can make me hotter still.
They danced to the dreamy soft music coming down from above. Their bodies swayed in graceful coordination. And then Nancy's mind flashed back to reality.
The music had stopped and they weren't dancing. She wasn't teasing his big cock by pressing warmly against him. It was stuck hard in her throat, gliding in and out smoothly. She had her head tipped back as when she had imagined she had gazed fondly and batted her eyes. But now it was to swallow his huge length and pull on its vein-ridged sides with her sucking lips.
With a shiver, Nancy realized that she enjoyed exciting him, that it satisfied some deep, female drive. And she loved sucking his cock, too, even if the realization had to be forced upon her.
"Hhhmmm," she purred, working her lips in a sudden flurry. "Aaaahhhh!"
"Now you're getting the idea! Suck it, baby! Suck that cock you love so much!"
I don't love it! A faint voice cried far back in her mind. I hate it!
But the rest of her tingling nerves ignored that fading voice. Nancy lunged and pulled back with rapid, limber motions, dragging her snug lips to the very tip of his cock and then diving forward to swallow it all.
The way it throbbed in the tight hollow of her throat sent waves of warmth and satisfaction through her body. In a way, his great cock was her slave. It had risen when she had first walked in the door, aroused and eager to please its beautiful master.
And it would fall as she herself had, dizzy and weak if she had savagely whipped it with her tongue. She felt free at last. With his cock in her mouth, she was in command. The most powerful man on earth cannot control the throb of his aching cock. But Nancy knew that she could.
She bobbed her head so fast that more long waves of her silky hair shook loose from her fancy crown. It swirled in soft, dark billows and caressed the judge's naked thighs.
"Uuunngh!" He said with a satisfied grunt. "I think at last you have learned respect! I love the way you're sucking now. More, bitch! Faster. I'm going to shoot in your pretty face-hunngrungh!"
The sleek tunnel of her throat heaved as the blazing fluid sprayed and splattered the walls. It boiled around the cock shaft as it still rammed back and forth, making her throat feel slick with a rich, creamy taste.
Nancy flashed her tongue into the steaming broth, gulping and wrenching her throat to get it all down. She had no idea a man's balls could hold so much. It came in quick hot spurts, so many and so fast that she couldn't begin to count.
"Yyyuuummmm!" She managed to say without relaxing the seal of her lips.
She could feel the molten cream backing up in her throat, greasing his huge prick and bubbling out between her tightly sealed lips.
Then her own tense tremors of shocking pleasure began. She gasped wetly and a shot of silvery jism dribbled down her chin.
I'm cumming! She cried in a silent voice.
The searing pulse blocked all other sensations from her mind. The pain of her stinging, red welts melted away. The agony of being chained became too distant to remember. Her spirits soared to heights she'd never imagined, into rapture so complete that it left her gasping after Nathan drew out his long drained cock.
In a way she had never expected, Nancy had escaped.