Chapter 4
The common. They were all leaders in Jack Rivers' black market and extortion ring, and they were all members of the Reformatory Softball team. They ranged from Jesus Ortega, at fourteen the youngest member of the cabal, to Ron Lonnigan, twenty-four. Lonnigan should really have been transferred to the penitentiary upon reaching twenty-one years of age, but a hefty bribe to the reformatory records clerk had served to have his papers doctored. Officially he was now nineteen. Jack Rivers couldn't afford to lose Lonnigan. A hulking moronic giant, Ron was Jack's right hand, an enthusiastic enforcer who saw to it that the gang's plans were not foiled or betrayed by anyone.
The young thugs were gathered around a table in a dark corner of the reformatory dining hall. On the table sat a bottle of whiskey, a dozen glasses, and a plate of cold cuts stolen from the kitchen. The rest of the inmates had been in lockup long before, but such trivial regulations were beneath the notice of Jack Rivers and his crew.
The twelve were discussing their strategy for the day of the softball game. Unfortunately for Dahlia Peterson and her squad, their strategy had very little to do with the great American pastime. Suddenly there came a light tapping at the dining hall door. Putting his finger to his lips, Jack rose and stealthily walked to the iron door and opened it a crack, admitting light from the corridor outside.
"It's all right, fellows," Jack whispered, turning with a grin. "It's our favorite screw. He's brought some company!"
He opened the door wide to admit Kenny Bursk. Bursk was a tall, burly man of forty-five or so. He was captain of the night guard, and probably the meanest correctional officer in the institution. He'd been known to club inmates into unconsciousness for merely neglecting to greet him by name in the corridors. He was also deeply enmeshed in the web of corruption that Jack Rivers had spun throughout the reformatory.
Following the hefty guard officer were two women, both well known to the group around the table. The Shirley sisters were the most notorious hookers in the city. They were regular visitors to the Committee of Twelve meetings. Although both were well past their primes, they were the only prostitutes in town who would submit to the depraved lusts of these young men who had been for so long deprived, of the company of normal women. They stepped in front of Bursk and walked over to the stage where the prison officers normally ate, lying down on the mattresses placed there for their use.
Jack grinned as he handed Bursk a folded twenty dollar bill. "Okay, Kenny. Now you can go buy some vaseline and a new pair of boots for your old lady."
Bursk seethed as he took the money. It was galling for him to have to cater to this young pup and his no good companions, and one day he'd see that Jack got what he deserved. But right now he needed the money more than his self-respect.
Jack turned to his cohorts as he closed the door behind the burly guard. He grinned. "Gentlemen, I declare the regular business of this meeting at an end. Has the entertainment chairman a report to make.
Ron Lonnigan rose slowly.
"Yeah, boss. I got all the stuff you wanted. It wasn't easy. I almost had to bust a few heads to get the guys to pick it up in town."
One of the gang's regular sources for the illicit supplies was the team of trustee couriers who made regular supply runs into the city for the warden. They were afraid of being caught, but more afraid of crossing the psychopathic Lonnigan.
"Excellent, Ron. Let's have it."
Lonnigan placed a cardboard box on the table, and the group gathered around to peer inside.
Jack turned to the Shirley sisters. "Girls, could you step over here a moment?" He could never remember which was which. No one could.
The two hookers looked at one another. What was going on? Usually this call was a simple half dozen quick couplings on the mattresses. What did these young thugs have in mind for tonight?
"Girls, we have a surprise for you tonight," Jack said as the two whores faced him. "The boys and I are planning to do some entertaining next week, and we want you to try out the party favors. To see if our guests will enjoy them," he added.
The girls smiled. "Oh, we love parties," they chanted in unison. "We'll be glad to help you out!"
"Good, good. Now, why don't you two strip down to your skivvies while I check out the favors and decide which ones we'll try out on you first."
As the girls began to disrobe, Jack began to rummage around in the box on the table, mumbling to himself. He stood erect and smiled at Lonnigan. "You've done splendidly, Ron. Now girls, if you'll just step over here a moment?"
As the girls approached the table, they were grabbed from behind by members of the gang, who forced their hands out in front of them. Jack quickly slipped a pair of handcuffs on each.
"Hey, what is this?"
"Now, ladies, this is our surprise. Don't spoil it. Reaching into the box again, he extracted a pair of rubber gags with tongue blocks on the bottoms and placed them around each girl's face. Suddenly fear showed in the blowsy hookers' faces. They mumbled into the gags, emitting incomprehensible sounds.
"That's all right, girls. We just don't want you making any noise. We wouldn't want to rouse the place and get our good friend Kenny in trouble now, would we?"
His followers dragged the now terrified girls with them as they followed their leader across the dining hall to a small wire mesh cage against the far wall. Lonnigan brought along the box.
The cage was used for the feeding of problem inmates. Jack grinned as he watched his followers tie the girls' handcuffs to the wire mesh, leaving them standing with their arms outstretched above their heads. He gestured, and two of the gang tied the girls' legs to the wire mesh, spread far apart.
"Now, what a fetching sight you make," Jack leered.
The whores squirmed and writhed against the mesh and their cruel bonds. It was fruitless.
Jack strolled over to the Shirley sister on the right. He grabbed her hair and yanked backward viciously, forcing her to look into his deep black eyes.
"Now, then. As I recall, you like to get it in the ass, don't you. The terrified girl squirmed in horror as Jack yanked her head up and down in a mocking imitation of assent.
"Well, I think we can accommodate you there. But you see, my boys get quite enough ass fucking in the normal course of things. We've got a little surprise for you, though."
Jack reached out his hand, and Lonnigan handed him a long, thin metal rod with a red button on the end. Jack waved it in front of the girl's face as he viciously ripped her panties from her body with his free hand.
"Do you know what this is?" Jack crooned.
The shaken hooker could only stare dumbly.
"Well, let me demonstrate. He pressed the tip of the rod to the whore's cheek and lightly thumbed the button on the end. She choked into her gag and writhed in pain as an electric shock coursed through her bound body.
"That's right. I think she's got it!" he exclaimed, turning to his leering cohorts.
He looked back into his frightened victims eyes. "That's right. This is a cattle prod. Ranchers use it to get tired old cows to move where they want them. I'm going to use it to get your tired old ass to move the way I want it."
The girl began to moan lowly into her gag, beseeching the young criminal with her eyes to spare her the agony he planned. Jack was unmoved. Stepping behind her, he gestured to two members of his gang. They moved forward and pulled the girl's hips as far from the mesh as her bound hands and feet would allow and held her there, her body forming a wide vee with her round ass at the bottom, pointing away from the cage.
Jack leaned down and spread the cheeks of the girl's ample ass. Curiously, he inserted a finger into her puckering asshole, wriggling it around.
"Pretty loose," he commented. "Must've had a lot of use."
The gang let out a gale of raucous laughter.
Jack slowly introduced the cattle prod into the girl's anus. She began to struggle as she felt the cold metal shaft move further and further up her intestinal canal. The gang members holding her hips tightened their grips.
At last Jack had inserted the prod a good eight inches into the girl's tender bumhole. He signaled his boys to let go of her.
The girl shrieked a muffled cry into her gag as she fell back against the wire mesh, feeling the rigid prod push up against her vitals.
"I don't think we'll need to hold her now," Jack said. "Once I get this thing going, she'll back off on her own."
Jack thumbed the prod's control button lightly. As the first jolt of electricity, the mildest possible, began to radiate through the tender tissues of the girl's intestines, she jerked her torso away from the mesh, forming perfectly on her own the arched position in which the gang had previously been holding her. Her body shook in pain as spasm after spasm shook her frame from the agony of electric shock.
Jack took his finger from the button and approached his victim. "Did you enjoy that, my dear?" He gave her head another vicious yank. "She enjoyed it!" he exclaimed to his grinning followers. "Well, I think we can arrange more of the same. Moving behind her again, he grabbed the handle of the prod from where it drooped from the girl's tortured ass and cruelly pushed the red button as far down as it would go.
The results were spectacular. Even the rubber gag couldn't completely obscure the girl's scream of pain and agony. Her back arched out from the mesh again' as the high voltage ripped through her tender frame. She writhed and gyrated in a futile attempt to escape the torture of the prod. As Jack removed his finger from the stud, she collapsed against the mesh, her eyes rolled up in her head, and she lost consciousness.
Jack signaled to his followers to cut her down. She slumped to the dirty floor of the dining hall, her body drenched with sweat. Jesus Ortega went to the kitchen and returned a bucket of water, which he threw over the girl's supine body. Groaning through her gag, she began to come around.
Jack knelt close to her face as awareness began to flood back into her eyes. She moaned in terror and pain as she saw the features of her tormentor only inches from her face.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? I'll bet you'll enjoy what my boys are going to do with you even more now that your asshole is a little more liberated. He gestured to his gang, and they dragged the girl's tortured body back to the stage. Jack watched for a moment as Ron Lonnigan produced a key and unlocked her handcuffs. Rolling her over on her back, he pulled his long skinny prick from his prison denims and cruelly plunged it into the depths of the girl's asshole. She screamed into her gag, agonized at this abuse of her asshole so soon after being tortured with the cattle prod. But Lonnigan paid no attention; her moaning and writhing seemed only to turn him on more as he began the motions of fucking.
Jack smiled as he turned away from Lonnigan's frenzied fucking on the stage. Five more of his gang were grouped around the couple, awaiting their turns. The other five remained with Jack as he turned to the quivering figure of the other Shirley sister, still tied to the wire mesh cage. She looked over her shoulder as Jack approached, whimpering in fear as she thought of the scene she had just witnessed. What could these fiends possibly have in store for her after what they had done to her sister?
"Well, my dear," Jack said as he approached her. "I'm afraid that I let my impatience get the better of me just then. I'd intended to leave the prod for the piece de resistance of this evening, but the temptation to try it out was too much for me. I'm afraid that the toy we have in store for you is going to seem tame by comparison. But I think you'll find it interesting, anyway."
Stepping back he began to rummage in the box. Finding what he was looking for, he stepped back up to the cage and ripped the strap of the girl's bra. It clung to the mesh, held in place by her heavy breasts. At Jack's signal, two of his five followers grabbed her hips and pulled her body away from the cage as they had done with her sister.
"That was a pretty drab bra you were wearing. I think you'll find this one much more interesting. He held up a leather bra to her face, then inverted the cups with his thumbs. The insides of the cups were covered with small metal studs, just barely coming to points.
"Yes, I think this will look absolutely fetching on you."
The girl widened her eyes in terror as the significance of the bra cups came home to her. She moaned into her gag.
Jack reached around her and placed the cups around her full tits, then fastened the strap around her back. He motioned to his followers to let her go. Her breasts hit the wire mesh, forcing the points on the studs in the cups into the tender flesh. It was only the beginning.
Jack reached into the box again and extracted a light leather riding crop. It would leave welts, cause pain, but leave no lasting marks. He hefted it in his hand as the terrified girl eyed him over her shoulder. Suddenly he swung hard at her panty-clad bottom. She jerked her body up in reaction to the cruel blow, forcing her tits into the cups of the leather bra with great force. Her head went back, the neck muscles straining as the gag stifled her cry of agony at the pain of the pointed metal studs pushing into her tender tits.
"Excellent," Jack said. "But perhaps not quite enough. He stepped forward and ripped off her panties. Reaching into the box again, he extracted an enormous dildo. Coating it with vaseline from the box, he shoved it up her asshole in one quick motion. The girl writhed against the mesh in pain at this sudden violation of her tender orifice.
"Yes, I think that's better," Jack said cheerfully, and stepped back again.
Raising the crop, he struck again at the girl's naked buttocks, hearing a satisfying thwack as the crop struck the protruding end of the dildo. The reaction from the girl was immediate. She was in abject agony as her tits were abused by the metal points in the bra cups. At the same time, her gyrations of pain caused the huge dildo in her ass to press up and down against the tender membranes of her rectum, causing excruciating agony.
Jack began to beat the girl with a regular rhythm, running the crop up and down her buttocks until both fleshy globes bore a pattern of red welts from the beating. Feeling himself tire, he handed the crop to another member of the gang, who took up where he had left off. Free, Jack pulled his swollen cock from his levis and began to massage it up and down. He could see by the telltale bulges in their pants, that the other members of his gang were as turned on at the spectacle of the tortured, bound hooker as he was. Good. A good leader must always keep his followers entertained!
Finally Jack signaled a halt to the beating. Two of his gang busied themselves in untying the girl's feet and freeing her hands.
When she was free, and lying on the floor, moaning through her gag, Jack knelt by her side and looked into her eyes.
"Now, I'm going to remove this gag. You're not going to be a foolish girl and try to run, or scream, or anything like that, are you?"
The terrified girl shook her head.
Jack unfastened the gag from the back of her neck and almost tenderly massaged the red spot where it had bound her. Kneeling next to her, his swollen cock, protruding from his jeans, just touched the top of her head. He grinned. He pulled her to her feet as he stood, then forced her down into a kneeling position in front of him.
"All right, lady. It's time for you to do something."
Without his having, to say anything further, the abused hooker took his pulsing prick into her mouth and began to suck greedily. At least here was something she had been prepared for.
As Jack began to enjoy the warm sucking lips around his prick, he glanced over to the stage. Little Jesus Ortega was fucking the other sister, who was on her back now. Jack could see Jesus' prick and balls as they worked up and down on the girl's crotch, their feet facing the tableau by the cage. Another gang member had his throbbing prick stuck into the hapless girl's mouth, pumping furiously as their victim writhed and moaned on the ground, still in pain from the terrific shock to her asshole. The turn-on of watching his friends take their pleasure so enthusiastically brought Jack to a quick climax, and he flooded the hooker's mouth with hot come. He pulled out of her mouth and reached down to give each of her bound tits a cruel tweak. She gasped and moaned in pain. As Jack stepped over to the table and poured himself a healthy shot of whiskey, another of his band stepped forward to take his place at the tortured whore's mouth.
Later, after the girls had been handsomely paid and allowed to walk stiffly from the room, accompanied by Kenny Bursk, Jack sat alone at the dining hall table, sipping whiskey, deep in thought. The two hookers wouldn't say anything. They knew what would happen to them if they did. What concerned Jack now was the final planning for the next week's softball game. So, as the other members of the Committee of Twelve prepared for the drugged sleep of the sexually sated, their leader sat over a piece of paper in the deserted dining hall and prepared the proclamation which was to electrify the state and the nation.