Chapter 7
It was a sunny late morning when the bus with Dahlia Peterson's team pulled up to the gates of the Lacrosse Boys' Reformatory. At a signal from the tower, the large iron portals electronically swung open, and the bus pulled in to park on the almost deserted exercise yard. All the inmates had been put in lockup until lunch time, except for the reformatory team, which was having a last practice on the baseball diamond behind, the institution.
Dahlia squinted in the bright sunlight as she stepped from the bus. Walking across the yard toward her was a group of perhaps twenty men. Holding her hand over her eyebrows, she could see that they were led by the mayor and the governor.
'This could be a red letter day for women's athletics in this state,' she thought as her team began to climb from the bus to form a single line behind her. Rosie stepped forward to stand beside her coach.
"Good morning, Miss Peterson," the governor said, extending his hand. "I've heard a good deal about you from Dr. Sommers here." He nodded at the city superintendent of schools in the group behind him. "We're hoping to see a really interesting contest this afternoon.
"Thank you, sir. I hope we don't let you down."
"They won't, governor," interjected Dahlia's school principal, stepping from the group and grinning fatuously at the state dignitary. "These little girls play ball almost as well as men." Dahlia shot a quick look of distaste at the principal. He had been one of the major stumbling blocks to a serious program of women's athletics for the three years she had worked in his school. Now he wanted to take credit for Dahlia's success.
"Let me introduce you to a few of these people, Miss Peterson."
The governor went down the line, showing a remarkable memory for the names and faces of men he had only met himself an hour before. "This is Dr. Wynant, the warden, Mr. Collins, his assistant. Oh, and this is Captain Bursk. He'll be in charge of the detachment of correctional officers who will be providing your security during your visit."
Kenny Bursk stepped forward to shake Dahlia's hand. 'My God, what a piece of ass,' he thought. He was surprised at the firmness of her handshake and the direct, unflinching way she looked him in the eye. 'Would I ever like to get into some fun and games with this one,' his thoughts continued. He eyed Dahlia's firm tits, pushing through the fabric of her sweatshirt, sweeping down to appraise her broad hips and long legs.
All the male officials were entranced at the team. It was almost as though their coach had chosen them for standards of physical beauty as well as ball playing ability. The phalanx of guards in the rear of the party nudged each other and made lewd remarks as they inspected the team.
"Well, ladies, I guess you'd like to freshen up before lunch. We've reserved one of the boys' bathrooms for you to use. Captain Bursk will show you the way and take you to the dining hall whenever you're ready. We'll meet you in the dining hall." The governor and his party turned and began to walk back toward the main entrance to the reformatory.
"This way, folks," Kenny said, and led them toward a side door.
"Why, captain, this seems more like a prison than a reformatory for wayward young boys," Dahlia remarked as she eyed the high guard towers and heavily barred windows.
"Miss Peterson, a fifteen year old who kills is not just a wayward young boy. He's a murderer and a threat to society. We've got punks in here who really belong in the State Penitentiary. But the juvenile laws say we have to mollycoddle them, try to show them the errors of their ways. We run a tight ship here because we have to."
The group reached the side door, and Kenny ushered them into a bathroom just inside, on a corridor lined with workshops. The inmates had been given a day off from work to free the room, and also so they could watch the game. The team members entered the bathroom to freshen up as Kenny took up a vigil in the hallway, leaning against the wall to wait.
In a cell on the other side of the building, Joe Rattner looked mournfully at a small pile of cigarette packages on the table in front of him. Joe was the leading bookmaker in the joint, and his three runners stood in front of him, shuffling their feet nervously.
"You mean this is all the action on the game?" Joe demanded.
"Well, Joe, when the guys found out that Rivers and his gang weren't betting anything at all on themselves, the action just dried up. Everybody figures Rivers is up to something, and they don't want to take a chance on losing."
"That punk. I'll bet he's doing it just to ruin me. I've got the only racket in here that he hasn't managed to take over yet, and he's been after it for a long time. Well, after this game is played, I think we'll go have a little talk with Jack Rivers."
Jack and his teammates at this time were in the showers, cleaning up after a vigorous morning's practice.
"Hey, Jack!"
Jack looked over from under the shower to see young Jesus Ortega wagging his prick in the captain's direction.
"Wait'll I get it into some of that fine, fine high school nooky. Ain't one of them girls gonna want to go back to school when we get through with them."
"Shut up, Jesus," Jack said, glancing nervously at the entrance to the shower room. Kenny Bursk had posted four guards to watch over the team and make sure there were no fuck-ups.
As the water from the showers was shut off, Jack and his cohorts filed out into the locker room to dress. They began to don the baseball uniforms that the team had painstakingly tailored themselves from prison denims. The warden had commended them for their zeal, even allowing them the use of the prison tailor shop after regular working hours. He had even mentioned the ambition of his inmates in a report to the governor as evidence of how effectively his rehabilitation programs were working in this, the toughest reformatory in the state. It was this report which had pricked the governor's interest and resulted in today's game.
Jack smiled as he pulled on his uniform shirt and pants. He could feel the reassuring weight of the six inch knife sewn into the armpit. He picked up his fielder's mitt. It was an unusually heavy one, made so by the .32 revolver that had been smuggled in the week before from town by one of the trustees.
Under guard, the Lacrosse Reformatory softball team trooped down the long corridors of the building and entered the dining hall.
Security was tight. The stage, which normally held only one table for the staff, today was crowded. There was a table for the governor, mayor, warden, and senior officials. In front of it were two parallel tables with settings for both softball teams. In front of the stage there was a line of saw horses, guarded by a line of fifteen guards. More guards patrolled the rest of the dining hall, sauntering in and out of the lines of tables filled with inmates.
A nervous undercurrent of conversation filled the hall as Jack and his teammates filed in and marched to their table on the stage. Many of the inmates hadn't seen a female in months, even years, and their tables buzzed with speculation on the sexual performance that could be elicited from the girls on stage.
As they climbed the stage, Jack and his boys looked appraisingly over the girls already seated at the table next to them. They made a fetching sight in their uniforms, bright-eyed and fresh-faced, thrilled by the exciting sensation of sitting among so many of society's misfits. Jack smiled at the table broadly, and was rewarded by a chorus of cheerful faces in return. 'We'll see if they feel so chipper in a few hours,' he thought, as he walked to the head of his team's table and sat down.
Inmate waiters began to serve the meal. In honor of the occasion, turkey with all the fixings was being served, with apple pie and ice cream for dessert. Jack and his team ate the food hungrily. It had been a long time, since Christmas in fact, since the reformatory had seen such wholesome food.
After the plates had been cleared away, and everyone in the hall was sitting back relaxed, bellies full and minds satisfied, the speeches began. The warden began, mentioning the progress of the institution under his enlightened guidance, and introducing the mayor. The mayor praised the spirit of cooperation between the city and the reformatory, and introduced the governor. The governor rambled on about his commitment to a new spirit of rehabilitation of youth, and invited Dahlia and Jack to the head table to meet and make brief statements.
Dahlia spoke briefly. She mentioned how happy she and her team were to be playing that day, made a brief pitch directed at the governor for more money for women's athletics in the schools, and closed by hoping that the best team would win. Then it was Jack's turn.
"Mr. Governor, Mr. Mayor, Dr. Wynant, honored guests and fellow inmates. It gives me great pride to announce that this prison and its honored guests are now hostages of the Lacrosse Reformatory Grievance Committee!"
As he spoke, Jack slipped his revolver from the fielder's mitt he had brought to the table with him and held it to Dahlia's head, using his free hand to draw her arm painfully up behind her back.
"Now, if nobody moves, this young lady won't get hurt. Boys ... "
The members of Jack's gang began to go up and down the head table, frisking the dignitaries seated there. From the governor and his two bodyguards, they took three more firearms, a .38 Police Special and two .357 Magnums.
"Now," Jack continued as his men grouped behind him, "these young ladies, my committee, and our beloved Captain Bursk, are going to retire to the work block. We will be prepared to issue a statement of demands in exactly three hours. Any attempt at foolish heroics will be met by very unpleasant bloodshed. In three hours I shall expect that the governor here and representatives of all local television and radio stations, and reporters from the city newspapers, will be assembled in the anteroom leading to the work block to hear our petition."
The members of Dahlia's team looked at each other in stark terror as Jack's followers pulled them from their seats and ushered them out a side door.
Ron Lonnigan stepped up behind Kenny Bursk and shoved a .357 in his back. "Let's go, Kenny," he growled. He nudged the burly guard captain with the pistol as Jack brought up the rear, still holding Dahlia's arm tightly, facing backward with the terrified teacher as a shield.
As the gang and its captives marched down the hall to the work block, Kenny Bursk turned to Jack.
"Why me, Rivers. I've always played square with you."
"Why, Kenny. It's because you're our favorite screw! Don't you remember the tender way you showed me the way things were inside on my first day? I'd never known what a night stick could do without leaving marks before. Besides, we need your keys."
They marched through the door to the work block, where Jack relieved Bursk of his keys, locking the thick iron door behind them.
Having found sanctuary, the rebelling inmates slowly appraised their captives. The girls huddled in a terrified group against the corridor wall around Dahlia, who had been released by her captor.
"What do you intend to do with us?" she demanded."
Smily Smith, a short, swarthy mugger answered for the group, "Why, honey, you came all the way out here to play with the boys, didn't you. Well, nothing's changed, except that now the boys are going to play with you!"
He stepped forward and looked over the huddled group of captives. Reaching out, he grabbed tall, full-breasted Barbara Lassnow by the hand and pulled her forward.
"This one's mine," he gloated, and reached out to tear her uniform shirt from neck to waist. It gaped open, exposing her high full tits in their overstuffed bra to the avid gaze of the young ruffians. In full sight of her horrified friends, he whipped a vicious prison-made shiv from his uniform and slashed through the strap between her breasts. The bra fell away, and he reached out to fondle her luscious rounded tits, running his palms roughly over the large upturned nipples.
"MMmmm ... Nice," he murmured. His hands moved down her body and tugged at the waistband of her pants. They slipped from her flaring hips and fell in a heap at her feet.
Barbara stood stock-still, in shock. Her eyes were closed tightly; she couldn't believe that this degradation was happening to her. She felt Smith's brutal hands as he ran them under the elastic of her panties and began to stroke her round, pliant buttocks, cupping them in his hands.
"C'mon, Smiley. Give us a little show!" shouted one of the gang. Smiley turned and smiled at his leader, who grinned back "and nodded.
Smith slowly slid Barbara's panties down over her thighs and lifted her legs so that she stood naked save for her sock and sneakers, exposed to the leering faces of the Committee of Twelve. One of the group came out of the work block dispensary, dragging a long low divan which was used for sick prisoners. He placed it in the middle of the floor, in between the gang members, grouped against one wall, and their captives against the other.
Dahlia was mad with fright and fury. Unconsciously, she reached out and clutched Rosie to her. The other girls, mute with terror, could only watch helplessly as Smith slowly pulled their teammate to the divan and forced her down onto it.
"Wow, this baby's got a lot to offer," Smiley exclaimed as he lifted her legs up and spread them, giving the assemblage a clear view of her downy pussy lips and puckered asshole. "I don't know if I can handle it by myself. Anyone want to give me a hand?"
"Sure, Smiley," Jesus Ortega answered, stepping from the gang and slowly rotating his palm over his crotch. He walked over to the terrified girl on the divan and reached down to caress her beautiful boobs.
Jack took his eyes from the action for a moment and looked at Kenny Bursk, standing next to him. The captain was white-faced with fury.
"What's the matter, Kenny? Don't you like the show?"
"You little bastard. You'll wind up in the chair for this!"
"Why, Kenny. Don't you know that any of your guards would give his eye teeth to see a show like this? If you're a good boy, we might even let you in on some of the action." He turned his gaze back to the divan in the middle of the hall.
Both Ortega and Smith had by now removed their pants and jock straps, and were slowly massaging their hardening pricks. Without words, they stood on either side of Barbara's head, looking down into her ashen face.
"Open your eyes, cunt!" Smith snapped, slapping her hard on the face.
Barbara opened her eyes slowly and moaned. Only inches from her face were the grossly swollen cocks of her two tormentors. As she watched in terror, the two boys hunched down and began to rub their rock hard organs over her cheeks, then over her lips, the tips of them meeting as they pressed down on her mouth.
Smith and Ortega reached down and sat Barbara up on the divan. They stood on either side of her, rubbing their cocks and feasting their eyes on her naked beauty.
"Did you ever suck two cocks at once before, honey?" Smith asked with a lewd grin.
'Oh, no!' Barbara thought, her mind paralyzed with fear. 'They can't make me do that!'
The two thugs pulled her body down so that she sat at the very edge of the divan. Her ass was half off, half on, so that her pouting pussy was suspended a few inches from the edge, her legs spread wide, the beautiful lips completely exposed.
"All right, honey, take my cock in that hot mouth of yours," Smith demanded. "You're going to suck my cock while you jerk off Jesus here, then you're going to switch, and switch again until we both come. Get to it, bitch!" he screamed, back handing her viciously.
In agony from the blow, Barbara slowly reached out her hand and grasped Jesus' skinny prick, beginning to pump up and down. She turned her head and enveloped Smith's fat gross cock in her warm mouth, closing her full red lips around it and beginning to suck.
The two boys closed their eyes at the sensations and sighed. Smith threw his head back and moaned at the exquisite first rushes of sensation as Barbara began to lightly suck on the swollen head of his cock. Ortega looked down and leered at the girl as her hand slowly moved up and down the pulsating shaft of his cock.
Ortega reached out his fist and rapped lightly on Barbara's head with his knuckles. She understood, and moved her hand up to grasp Smith's pulsing cock as she turned her head and enveloped Ortega's organ in her hot mouth. Her hand slid easily up and down Smily's prick, lubricated as it was from her blow job.
Ortega, at fourteen, had never been blown by a woman before, and he found the sensation exquisite. He moved his hands down his body and cupped his sensitive balls, increasing the pleasure of Bab's oral stimulation.
Barbara couldn't understand what was going on. She was being forced to masturbate and give head to two men at once, but she was beginning to feel that tingling in her pussy that was usually reserved for Joe. 'Oh, no,' she thought. 'What kind of a sex maniac am I?' She moaned in self-pity into the head of Jesus' cock. He answered her with a moan of his own as he felt the reverberations of her cry sweep down through his shaft to his balls.
As Smith rapped on Barbara's head and she began to shift her mouth and hands again, Ron Lonnigan stepped forward from the group of watching prisoners. Going down on his knees, he pushed his face up against Barbara's exposed muff where it hung suspended from the edge of the divan.
Barbara moaned again as she felt Ron's lips touch the sensitive outer lips of her pussy. Her moan had the same effect on Smily Smith, whose cock was now in her mouth, that it had had on Ortega a moment before. Smith brought his hands down behind Barbara's head and pushed his cock even further into her mouth, forcing it against the back of her throat.
Ron began to lap wildly on Barbara's pussy, forcing his tongue into her, running it up and down the inner lips, pushing it up until it touched the small button of her clit. At his moist touch, the clit began to fill with blood, swelling and extending until her could reach up and nip at it with his strong teeth.
Babs was rapidly losing her hold on reality. In the back of her mind she knew that she was being abused by three brutal rapists at once, but her body was surging with passionate responses she was powerless to control. As Ortega rapped on her head again, she reversed the position of her mouth and hand and began to suck and pump with a new fury. At the same time she began to slowly move her hips back and forth, pushing her moistening cunt against Lonnigan's questing mouth and tongue.
"Look at this, guys," Smith called as he felt the new enthusiasm in Barbara's hand job. "The broad's digging it!"
Barbara was lost in a world she didn't understand. Her entire body was on fire. She moved her free hand up and began to caress her large swollen tits, tweaking the upstanding nipples between thumb and forefinger, running her hand down the valley between them, beside herself with passion.
Dahlia looked on in disgust. She'd always known that men were brutes, slaves to their disgusting cocks, but this exhibition was more than she could stomach. She clutched her teenaged lover even more tightly to her, hoping to shield her from the horror of her teammates degradation.
Lonnigan could taste the musky flavor of Barbara's pussy juices as they began to flow with her mounting passion. He was surprised at the way her hips were beginning to move against his face. He reached a probing finger up between her buttocks, and lightly stroked her asshole between the clenched cheeks. Barbara moaned into Jesus' reedy shaft. Jesus shuddered.
Suddenly, Lonnigan removed his mouth from Bab's cunt. He stood and took down his pants and jock, revealing a massive hunk of swollen meat, the head purple with passion. He jerked it up and down a few times, reaching one hand down to caress the hanging sack of his balls. Then he knelt in front of Barbara.
The young pitcher emitted a disappointed groan as she felt Lonnigan's questing tongue pulled from her quivering snatch. She continued to suck and jerk at the two cocks by her face, but opened her eyes and saw Lonnigan standing between her outspread knees, kneading his rock hard cock and leering up and down at her shamefully exposed body. Her eyes widened as he knelt down between her legs. Only his belly and chest were visible. Suddenly she felt the first probes of his huge cock as he rubbed the swollen head against the outer lips of her dripping pussy. 'Oh, no,' she thought. 'Not that. Please, not that!'
Lonnigan began to slowly ease his pulsating organ into Barbara's ready honeypot. He groaned as he felt the tightness of her snatch, the firm muscle pressure on all sides of the shaft as it slid home. He moved forward on his knees until his hairy groin met that of the young girl, and began an in and out pumping with his torso, meanwhile reaching up to cup her lovely huge tits, running his palms across the stiff nipples, trailing his hands around the lush outside curves of her breasts and back down her flanks to squeeze, the pliant flesh of her ass cheeks.
Barbara began to move her hips in wild abandon as she felt her dripping twat invaded by the long thick cock of her rapist. Every time he moved it back in, the bulbous head rubbed against her swollen clit, eliciting a low moan which excited the rising passions of whichever cock was in her mouth. As she felt herself approaching a towering orgasm, she picked up on a rhythm of her own, alternating her mouth and hand between Smith and Ortega with blurring speed, matching the mad pace with Lonnigan as he picked up the pace of his fucking, driving his cock in and out of her tender pussy like a piledriver, working her cunt into a froth of passion.
Suddenly Ortega let out a long low cry of ecstasy as his pumping cock began to spew forth rivulets of hot, sticky come through Bab's jerking Hand, shooting out and down to cover her quaking tits and drip down onto her sweat covered belly.
Smith, too could feel his balls churning in orgasmic fury. He began to pump wildly in and out, in and out of Barbara's sucking mouth. With a loud cry, he threw his head back and pumped furiously as great gobs of slick come shot overflowingly furiously, hot and fast from his gross cock into Barbara's waiting orifice, streaming down her throat, threatening to choke her as she greedily swallowed every drop.
The two satisfied boys stepped back, still hard, but softening slowly and watched Lonnigan's action.
Now that Babs was not otherwise occupied, Ron reached under her quaking buttocks and lifted her bodily from the divan. Her head and shoulders fell back against the cushions as he wrapped her long legs around his waist, locking the ankles and holding them in place with his brawny arms.
Now he stood, with Barbara's legs locked around him, his cock still buried deeply in her dripping cunt, still pumping furiously. He reached his strong, large hands up to brutally tweak and squeeze her luscious tits, mashing them against her chest roughly. As he felt her legs locked behind him, he removed his hands and reached under her to squeeze the quaking globes of her ass cheeks, running his fingers down between them, reaching out from under her ass to feel his balls as they swung to and fro, slapping against the tops of her creamy thighs.
Suddenly, Lonnigan redoubled the pace of his frantic fucking. His prick began to move in and out of Bab's cunt in a blur of passionate movement. He threw his head back and groaned, long and loud as he felt the first spasms of lust work their ways up his cock from his churning balls.
"AAYYyyeeee ..." he moaned as he felt spurt after spurt of come shoot from the head of this thrusting cock into Barbara's pink, warm snatch.
Barbara too felt her climax rising. Aroused beyond shame or humiliation, she began to buck her suspended hips against those of her rapist. Electric heat shot up her spinal column from her pussy to her brain as her peak was reached. She moaned as Lonnigan slowly withdrew his dripping cock from her pussy and roughly dropped her abused body to the dirty floor of the hallway.
Jack Rivers stepped forward and looked down at Barbara as she lay panting in the hall. Her legs were spread wantonly, exposing the lips of her pussy as a small pool of come dripped from them to the floor. She had come all over her lips, her tits and belly. She lay with her eyes closed, panting and moaning, running her hands up and down her flanks.
He turned to his gang. He could see that they were all ready for some pussy. They stared across the hall at the tight group of lovely young girls huddled in mute horror around their teacher.
"All right," he barked, "this one has had it for now. You three who've had your fun can tie her and lock her in the dispensary. Now, we've got plenty of time. The press conference isn't for two and a half hours yet, and we'll probably be here long after that, so there's no rush. Right now, I think I can arrange a little entertainment for us that'll really be something special!"
He walked over to Dahlia. The teacher clutched Rosie even closer to her as the leader of these young monsters approached.
Jack had noticed the protective bond between the two women. He nudged Rosie's shoulder with the muzzle of his gun.
"This your girl friend, honey?" he quizzed.
"You monster. Why don't you leave us alone!"
"I asked you a question, lady," Jack said, and ran his hand down Rosie's back, squeezing her lovely ass brutally.
"Leave her alone, you beast!" Dahlia shrieked, pulling Rosie even closer to her.
"Well, what do you know," Jack smiled, turning to his gang. "We've got an honest to god man-hater here! I think we're going to have us some real fun."