Chapter 2
Jack Rivers sat in solitary thought on his bunk. He was in a solitary cell of Block C at the LaCrosse Boys' Reformatory. At twenty years of age, he was already a hardened con, and with good reason. He'd already been in the institution for three and a half years of an indeterminate sentence.
Jack was a leader among the population of the Reformatory. Tall, well-built, with full sensuous lips drawn back in a perpetual sardonic smile, he won the respect of all who met him. Just as there are natural leaders, so are their natural followers, and Jack had the largest coterie in the prison. He never pulled a work detail, but spent his work time in the gym, keeping his muscular frame up to par. Or else he worked out with his Softball team. It had been his idea to organize a regular team in the joint, and he was its captain. Jack had been careful never to be caught breaking the rules, and so had become a trustee even as he had built his own clandestine organization under the nose of the warden.
But it was not softball, or black market activities that occupied his mind now. He was thinking of the bitch who was responsible for his situation. He had been convicted on a rape charge. He'd been leisurely screwing the daughter of a prominent politician in the cellar of her home, when the old man had burst in. Immediately, the little cunt had started to scream and struggle, just as she had moaned and humped with wild abandon a moment before. The father had been outraged, and, had Jack not even then been a fine physical specimen, probably would have beat him. As it was, he called the cops. The young girl had duly testified to his brutal rape, and here he was.
He looked at the blanket that he'd tied to the bars of his cell to obscure him from the view of the passing guards, and slowly massaged the bulge in his groin. It was time to indulge his favorite fantasy.
As Jack lay back on his bunk, sliding his prison levis down over his hips to expose his slowly swelling prick, he lost himself in the reverie that had obsessed him since his incarceration.
He was in a basement. The cinder block walls were well-illuminated by the glare of an overhead light. In one corner cowered Grace Platt, staring in fear. He stood, tall and masterful, and looked at the man who stood bound to the wall in the opposite corner. It was Councilman Robert Platt. The two men glared at each other in mutual hatred.
"Well, Mr. Platt, we meet again. It seems the last time the three of us were together, you interrupted me in the middle of some urgent business. By your leave, I think I'll complete that business now." He favored the helpless man with a sly smirk.
"You little hooligan! If you touch a hair on my daughter's head I'll ... I'lll"
"You'... what, Councilman?" Jack jeered. "I don't think you're in a position to do anything but relax and enjoy the show.
Jack strode slowly over to where Grace knelt in the corner. Reaching down, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He slapped her hard across the face.
"Now, you little bitch. You're going to do everything exactly as I tell you to. Do you understand?"
The terrified girl could only nod dumbly.
"Good. We wouldn't want to give your father anything less than an excellent show, would we? Answer me!" He backhanded her roughly.
"N-n-n-no ..." Grace stuttered.
With one clean motion, Jack reached up and tore the girl's blouse open completely from the neck-line down. The tops of her creamy breasts showed above her cotton bra.
"What? A bra? I thought little sluts like you never wore such things." He pulled a switchblade knife from his pocket, opened it, and cut through the fabric with one cut. The garment fell open, revealing the luscious protuberances of her tits. The nipples were the size of half dollars, insolently turned upward. He reached out his hands and cupped her breasts, then squeezed the nipples brutally. The girl let out a gasp of pain. From the corner, Grace's father began to rant and rave obscenely.
Jack turned calmly. "One more outburst such as that," he said, in perfect mimicry of the judge at his trial, "and I'll have to further restrain you with a gag, Mr. Platt." The Councilman shut up, clenching his fists in impotent rage.
Jack turned his attention back to the girl standing in front of him. She looked into his eyes, seeing only cruelty and vengeance. He reached down and tore her skirt from her hips, ripping the fabric. He cast the garment aside, then used his knife to slit the panties from her body. She stood in front of him completely naked.
"Please, Jack," she whimpered. "I didn't want to do it. He made me." She pointed to her father.
"Well, what a touching display of family unity." Jack grinned "But I'm afraid you played your part a little too well, Grace. I don't buy it." He pushed her rudely over to the far wall, where two iron loops were nailed into the cinder blocks about six and a half feet from the floor.
Taking some rope from a coil on the floor, Jack cut two lengths and proceeded to tie the girls wrists, leaving her standing tip-toe, securely bound. He stepped back and picked up a vicious rawhide whip from the floor.
"Oh, no! Please, Jack, no! I'll do anything you want!"
"You'll do anything I want, anyway, cunt!" Jack spat as he cracked the whip against the wall a few times, trying it out. Then he suddenly swung it at the young girl's nude beauty.
Crack! The whip sailed through the air and landed on Grace's pale, round buttocks. When it came away, Jack was satisfied to see a long ugly welt where the whip had made contact. He swung again, and again, until Grace's beautiful ass was criss-crossed with bright red marks. He crossed the room and began to roughly feel the tortured globes with his free hand, pushing and probing, sticking a finger in between them to brutally jab at her puckered asshole. She whimpered and then screamed in affronted agony. Jack smiled, turned, and winked at her father, who had begun to bellow in impotent rage from his corner.
"What's the matter, Councilman. Didn't you ever want to spank your lovely's daughter's butt?"
Jack walked back to the middle of the room and commenced to work the whip up and down the naked girl's back, leaving her entire rear from thighs to shoulder-blades a red mass of tortured flesh. As he worked, he could feel the bulge in his tight pants grow larger and larger as the grotesque scene exited his lust.
Suddenly he walked, over and untied Grace's bonds. She sank to the floor in mute agony.
"That's fine bitch. You're just where I want you." He unbuckled his pants, unzipped them, and let them fall to the ground, stepping out of them. He wore no underwear, and the engorged mass of his cock stuck out like an impaling spear, only inches from Grace's moaning mouth.
"All right, bitch. Suck it!" he commanded.
Grace looked up at him in terror.
"I said suck it!" he shouted, clouting her on the side of the head. "And you'd better make it good, if you know what's good for you!"
Agonizingly, the girl moved her tortured body over to him. Her head was just on a level with his pulsing prick, and she could see the small clear droplet of love juice on the tip. Hesitantly, she took the head in her mouth,
"That's it, cunt," Jack moaned as he felt his throbbing erection engulfed in the warm nest of the girl's mouth. "Now suck it! And you can fondle my balls, too, while you're at it."
Grace was beyond resistance. She reached out her hands and cupped Jack's low-hanging balls in her palms, stroking and caressing them unconsciously.
"MMmmm ... That's good. I'll bet you've had a lot of practice at this. How about it, Councilman," he said, turning to face the white-faced man in the corner. "You don't think I was the first to shag your innocent daughter, do you? I was just the first sap to be unlucky enough to get caught doing it. She's been fucking and sucking with half the guys in town for years!" He turned back to the expert blow job he was receiving from the battered girl at his knees.
Grace closed her eyes, trying to pretend that this wasn't happening to her. But the insistent prodding of the erect cock at the back of her throat forced her to keep her thoughts on the present. She knew that Jack was capable of anything, so she sucked and moved her tongue around the engorged head of his organ, teasing the nerve clump that ran on the underside, gently squeezing his balls as she moved the shaft of his prick in and out of her puckered mouth.
Suddenly, Jack jerked his cock from its warm nesting place. "I think that's enough foreplay for me. I've got other plans for this hard-on."
Grace looked up, uncomprehending, as Jack grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He pulled her across the room to a construction site saw horse, and pushed her over it, head down. Her lovely white tits swung freely from her chest. Her red, tortured ass jutted up, the cheeks slightly spread by her position.
"Say, Councilman," Jack called. "I'll bet you've never seen your daughter's asshole! Well, I haven't either. She always wanted just straight fucking, or to give head. Anything else was 'sick.' Well, where I've been, I've seen a lot of assholes, and been in most of them, too. You know about men in prison, don't you, Councilman? I've developed into quite a connoisseur of assholes. Let's see how Grace's measures up."
He bent over the tortured flesh of Grace's back and pulled her painful buttocks apart roughly. She let out a cry of pain which seemed only to swell Jack's lusting prick even further. He bent closer to inspect the tiny puckered sphincter. He inserted a finger, moving it around. "Hmmm ... Awfully tight. But we'll fix that." he grinned evilly.
"You monster! I'll see you dead for this!"
"Why, Councilman, I hardly think you're in a position to make threats against me."
Jack suddenly lunged forward, plunging the head of his cock into Grace's upturned asshole. The girl shrieked in pain. Jack grinned.
Grace was in agony. Her body felt like it was being torn in two. Her asshole had never been violated, and Jack hadn't even used a lubricant. Slowly, inch by inch, thrust by thrust, he worked his swollen prick up her intestinal canal. He reached forward and down, leaning over her welt-covered back to cup her hanging tits, squeezing the nipples. She groaned; her back was on fire at the touch of his chest.
Jack began to pump in and out of her asshole in rhythm to her suffering moans. His prick was firmly lodged deep within her; his hanging balls swung against the back of her thighs with each hard thrust.
Grace began to feel an odd tingling in her asshole. The nerve endings in her rectum began to send little involuntary messages of pleasure to her brain. Despite the pain and agony of Jack's body thrusting against her tortured buttocks. She began to relax in a warm haze of sexual excitement. She began to gyrate her hips against him, moving backward to meet each thrust of his pulsating cock.
'Well, what do you know! She likes it!' Jack was surprised, but delighted. He knew how humiliating this was for the bound father, and the fact that his daughter was enjoying this rape, reveling in the slow ass-fucking, made his satisfaction It revenge even sweeter.
Jack quickened his tempo as he felt a surge in his balls that told him he was near his climax. In and out, in and out of her asshole he plunged his raging prick. Suddenly he couldn't control his lust any longer.
Grace could feel the mad humping. She knew that Jack as about to come, and redoubled the pace of her own gyrations to try to reach a climax before he was finished. She felt a series of hot flashes over her entire body, and reached a hot, savage peak of lust just as she felt Jack's cock erupt, spewing stream after stream of hot jism into her violated asshole.
Jack moved back from the sweating, abused girl slung over the saw horse and stroked his slowly subsiding prick fondly.
Jack now turned his attention to the figure of Grace's father, standing with clenched fists where he was tied in the corner.
"Well, Councilman, that's quite a hot little number you've got there, eh? Bet you didn't know what a piece she was. I've done you a favor. And I'll tell you what. I'm going to do you one more!"
He walked over to the outraged father and suddenly reached down and grabbed his crotch. The Councilman gasped in rage and pulled his hips back. But it was too late. He had a hard-on from watching his own daughter abused and raped. As he hung his head down to his chest, tears of shame welled from his closed eyes.
"Oh, don't feel too bad, Pops. Every father has a secret desire to make it with his own daughter. And you're going to get the chance to do it!"
Piatt glanced up. Hatred filled his eyes. "You little piece of shit!" He spat.
"Why, Councilman. Such language! And in front of an impressionable young girl as well! I'm shocked."
He walked back over to where Grace lay, still bent over the saw horse, quivering and shaking. He pulled her to her feet and dragged the benumbed victim across the floor to stand in front of her father. Father and daughter averted their eyes. Jack laughed cruelly and pushed Grace to her knees in front of her humiliated sire.
Grace stared dumbly at the bulge in her father's suit pants. Surely not ... Not with her own father!
"All right, bitch. You give such good head that I can't keep it all to myself. I think our distinguished statesman here deserves a little of your lovin' too. Take down his pants!"
Thoroughly cowed, Grace obeyed. She unbuckled her father's belt, unzipped his fly, and let his pants drop in a crumpled mass at his ankles above the ropes that bound him in his upright position.
"And the underwear."
Grace obediently pulled down her father's boxer shorts. She was staring straight at the swollen head of her own father's cock. She could see the bright blue of the distended veins along the side of the shaft. His cock was pulsing, throbbing right at her.
Robert Platt was thoroughly humiliated. He couldn't even control his own erection. This monster was going to force his own daughter to commit an act of incest with him, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it!
Jack dealt a stinging blow to Grace's head. "Suck it! Lick it! You bitch would you suck it! You know you'll enjoy it. Don't hold back."
"Suck it, bitch! Give your father some head! And make it as good as you did for me!"
Grace craned her neck forward and enveloped the head of her father's prick with her warm moist mouth. She slowly sucked the shaft until the bulbous head was firmly lodged at the back of her throat.
Robert Platt moaned. He couldn't control himself. Even the knowledge that it was his own daughter who was so expertly sucking him off couldn't keep him from moaning in exquisite pleasure. The sensation was indescribable. He could feel Grace's tongue as it lapped along the shaft of his throbbing cock, caressing the nerve fibers under the head, and repeating the route all over again. The sucking on his prick was driving him mad. Suddenly a chill of ecstasy went through his body as he felt Grace's soft, warm hands cup and caress his balls, moving up and down the inside of his thighs, reaching again to the sack, lovingly working his passion up to fever pitch.
It was too much! Jack sat down on the saw horse and watched as father and daughter lost themselves in the ritual of oral love. If only he had a camera! He reached down and started to jerk his own stiffening organ, watching avidly as Platt's gross, thick prick worked its way in and out of Grace's moist mouth.
Piatt could feel the churning in his balls start to reach a peak. His cock slid in and out of Grace's sucking mouth, over her pursed lips, picking up tempo until his hips were a blur of sexual activity. Grace sensed the coming orgasm and sucked even harder. Her own pussy was itching beginning to drip. Suddenly the Councilman exploded, shooting rivers of hot, sticky come into his daughter's waiting mouth. It filled her mouth, dripping down her throat, dribbling out of the side of her lips onto the creamy flesh of her quivering tits. As Platt relaxed his body, held up only by the ropes that bound him to the wall, his lovely daughter sank into a heap at his feet.
But not for long. Jack strode over to the whimpering girl, still stroking his now rock-hard cock, and threw her over onto her back at her father's feet. Roughly throwing her legs apart, he mounted her, shoving his thrusting prick into her sopping cunt. He humped wildly, twisting and tweaking her nipples with his fingers as he came into her, shooting a steady stream of white come into the recesses of her body. He collapsed onto the thoroughly humiliated girl's body, and the three of them remained in position. They made a strange tableau, the respectable politician, his pants and underwear at his ankles, slumped in his bonds, still wearing his suit coat and tie. At his feet, the tangled mass of his naked daughter and her pantsless rapist, heaving in exhausted sighs, slickly sweaty.
After a few moments, Jack arose and began to dress. After he had put on his boots and socks, he walked over and rudely pulled the girl to her feet. Holding her up, he tied her to the same rings in the wall that held her father, so that the two of them were bound in obscene propinquity, her breasts pressed against the older man's shirt front, the Councilman's limp prick hanging between his daughter's come-dripping thighs.
"OK, folks. I guess that's it. I'll call the papers in a few hours, after I'm across the state line, and let them know where you are. Won't that be a scene? Why, Councilman, you might even make the front pages of the national press! What a break for an up and coming politician!" He chortled obscenely and left his victims in their bound humility. As the fantasy scene ended, Jack Rivers felt his balls churning as he lay on the bunk of his cell, and, as his mind was filled with the image of Grace and her father bound together in nude obscenity, his stroking hand brought forth a geyser of hot come from his throbbing organ to shoot up in the air and land all over his chest and stomach.
He lay for a moment, drained, full of the satisfaction he felt at the visualization of the torment of the Platt's, then groped for the towel by his cot and wiped the come from his body. He stood and began to dress. It was time for the meeting!